Tower of Karma

"Are you serious about that?

Turn your sword to Apollonia, where Tristram is your own lord. The air was also dull when Baylin entered between them.

Perhaps because more people agree with the action taken by the bow knight.

"Retreat. We'll go up because the lords will spoil it."

"At least listen to the end. Otherwise, I don't even know what I mean."

A touch of instant air, but Apollonia's expression remains the same, smiling and boozing.

"Say it again and again. The Yale region withdrew. I can't fight until the following year. And early in the year, we cut some of the estards and attack St. Lawrence. That's everything."

Sweat drips down Baylin's back. The coolness, sharpness of the air going to Apollonia, not to the Lord already. Originally everyone was the head of the country, and following Apollonia was a strong part of it, but also because it was the same way to go.

"I lost to the White Knight and made a covenant on my desire for life. That's pretty bad, sister."

Medraut's eyes were sharp and narrow.

"I don't look good. But this is a matter of decision."

Apollonia makes no concessions, but not one excuse.

"Princess, just about everyone, I don't think I'm convinced by this explanation. Explain if you need anything. If there is nothing, please reconsider. Please."

Hearing Baylin's words, Apollonia nods slowly.

"That's all because I explained earlier. There is no rethinking. Hey, sir, is that sword a shame?

Tristram took a breath, and accelerated. The suppression of Baylin is inhibited by the sword of Euphemia. Medraut tows what he tries to stop with his gaze. I don't have many allies.

"I was not willing to pull a bow on His Majesty's son, but I will not tolerate the insult"

"I don't mind. Speak with your sword, sir."

Before his eyes, Tristrum shook his sword down into a hanging. A blow with a weight on it, he's also on the kill. Exactly too much, killing doesn't make sense.

Surrounded by flashes...

What's this, like a boiling, burning sensation of blood?

All of a sudden, a sense of ready-to-see ran into Tristrum's body. Where, how, why, just that the body remembered. Never, an area where you can't reach out.

"Do you want to take that one?!?

Votigan roars.

So much so that the sword of Tristrum was brilliant. The Apollonia sword is not rusty if you stopped that one. Rather, it's even elevated.

"With one hand."

Euphemia had a dry grin. I didn't just take it. He took it with one hand and showed it to me. Give me that bowman's sword.

"Has the sword spoken? Sir Tristram."

Great flame in Apollonia's eyes. Finally, I know why Apollonia laughs. Know the emotions that the Queen has gained from her defeat. It was enthusiasm, remorse, anger, haste, every negative emotion burning. The flame shines brightly enough to burn down even the allies.

"Adequately. I beg your pardon."

"I don't mind. Anyone who once lined up with Sir and others, my father. He wants to fight Ka 'er Sid and win this. I don't deny that emotion. Take St. Lawrence, and say no to him with my sword if the star is still alive. But the priority should be St. Lawrence, Welkin's Getrix, that land."

land, where Medraut finally understands the attack of St. Lawrence. I could see a live line to what Arkland got from doing it and how it would change from now on, in a situation that was more and more clogged. But what you don't know is the sincerity of those who blew it in.

(Have you been kind enough to lead Arkland? Impossible, it doesn't make sense. What are you thinking, William von Lewis? Your back is too far away)

Only one person on this occasion will know its sincerity.

She found out. A real defeat.

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(Cold, I hate it. It's cold, for a long time. -)

Apollonia's entire life, I think, was riddled with defeat. As soon as I held the sword, I challenged my father. I challenged my mother. Every day is a series of defeats, days of beautiful challenges. It was full, every day full of happiness. Many of its defeats have strengthened Apollonia, and now...

That's it.

Know another defeat altogether.

Apollonia is restrained on the wrist of her dominant arm, the axial foot is trampled and the sleigh foot is also held down. Your left arm is blocked by the enemy's twist and cannot be moved. In the first place, there is a sword around your neck. There's no way I can move.

"Brilliant, kill him. That was fun, white knight!

Apollonia laughed. Pushing a whirlpool of emotions inside...

"Don't be strong. Temeer shouldn't have had any fun. I'm not going to give you the pleasure of defeating."

William laughed, too. It is a mockery after seeing through everything.

"I was looking for defeat. Hot, beautiful defeat! This end is mine"

"Kuku, is that the defeat you intended? What Temeer wants doesn't taste like defeat. It's not sweet to be defeated by mistake. It's bitter, it stinks, it stinks."

William slowly draws his sword. A muscle of blood was born in Apollonia's neck.

"I know you enjoy the challenge. If there is no danger to life there, if Temeer's path is on the way, if he can be convinced that it is incomplete, the challenge will be fun. I know, I know."

William took the blood. Cute, cute, eyes that look down, looking up at Apollonia's eyes. You're weak, my eyes talk.

"That's why Temeye can't beat me. You win with talent, you win with experience, and still Temeer can't beat me. The world you're looking at is different. Everything I'm feeling is too different. I was best prepared. I threw up blood reflexes, slashed away the excess, and came all the way here. This is the pinnacle. Technically stretched, but not beyond the flesh. I've finished everything I can now."

William released the restraint. Yet Apollonia does not move. I can't move.

"I'm afraid of defeat. That's scarier than death. My way, it's all denial."

Apollonia's laughing face was distorted. I knew it. The emotions that sprang from earlier were not beautiful at that time. There was so much fear there that I regretted, so hard, I could spit it out. Real defeat only comes to what you do best.

"The happy hour is over. Like me and the Black Wolf, Temeer falls to the ground. Crawl around, all over the mud, for the apex. You don't need the culmination of the early days or the crappy past anymore, do you?

For Apollonia, defeat had sublimated to bitter without knowing. The reason Ark left Apollonia is also to erase the past that kept giving him the wrong defeat. Her misfortune was that she was too talented. I reached near the top before I knew the flavor of defeat. That is the greatest misfortune.

"When Temeer is ready to kill me, this time I will. Or they'll kill you. Try to kill me, kill me, deny me and show me!

And the biggest luck is that I met William here. I wasn't just willing to kill him. That he was the one in character. Apollonia is fortunate. If I kept challenging the giant stars, I would have probably lost. With the taste of defeat, the path was dying.

"... Next time, next time, I'll kill you! Absolutely! I'm the winner, I'm the king!

Apollonia has never cried once since she lost her mother. The tears are not as pure a feeling as they were then. And sorrow, and suffering, and anger, and hatred, and...

(Woohoo, nice face. Wouldn't that face, which has fallen into the earth, be more attractive than the one with a clear face in heaven? Beautiful, Apollonia. Dance, on my palm)

"One, I'm going to apply a sense of defeat to you. Your only way to survive is to take St. Lawrence and take that land away from you by exploring Welkingetrics. Take away the reason, the biggest element, why Welkingetrics was made to survive that country by itself. This is advice. You know what it means to be advised by your enemies. Now is not the time to pull your hand from Yale and reach out to Garias."

Apollonia's face is distorted.

Tears, runny nose, and a shaky face deform even further.

"Galias, of course, is desperate at that point if he attacks Estado rather than El Sid. You wouldn't be foolish enough to think you could beat Nedeluxe and Estado, second and third in the Seven Kingdoms, who hold second power to Garias at the same time, would you? That's what attacking Estado is all about. Black wolves and reapers, the Son of God who manipulates it, wait before crushing Estaard. This isn't how you are, you can't win in Arkland right now. That's what I'm talking about. It's packed. That path."

Apollonia stares at William.

"Why are you telling me that?

William looked at the color of the flames in his eyes and smiled.

"You are the star that colors my path. And like that idiot, he even has the potential to eat me. I'm not stopping. I want to stop at the same time. In the hands of someone stronger than me."

I gently mouthed Apollonia's lips. Apollonia is stunned by the agitation, but quickly bites William's lips. A small laceration occurs. William muddled his bloody lips and took a loose distance. What sticks to that face is giving up. Ironic faces, spare moves, everything...

"You hate me, don't you? You regret it, don't you? You want to kill me, don't you? Then go beyond me. If you kill me, you will be king of the times. You think this is a paranoia? Red Lotus Maiden."

Give up. This man's words are probably genuine. But I don't believe it at all. That there are people who can kill themselves, etc. As long as I keep walking at my best, I don't doubt I'll be ahead of anyone else. Arrogant extreme thinking.

"Kill"

"Nice face. You can't allow people to be higher than you are, you look like that. Otherwise it's not funny. Which is the true king, let's go to battle."

"I will kill you! Must be!"

The king, the apex is all alone. At last Apollonia became aware. He said he was greedy, greedy, and more professional than he thought. I don't like war. He said he likes to win wars. Glory is all you need to shine over your head.

"I'll see you again -"

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Apollonia was looking at the sky alone. I can't see that horizon glow anymore. The golden hour marked the end. An untraceable frontier in the dreams of a maiden whose longing had scorched her breasts, at the end of the horizon her mother aspired to.

"Father and mother, you lost so you could lose."

The destination for the words is my brother in the room downstairs.

"Is that what it is? I was just unlucky. There happens to be El Sid..."

"So I, too, happen to have an excuse for the White Knight to go back to Garnia where the Black Wolves couldn't win because they were there? Forgive me, brother. I'm not that humble."

Medraut learns about her sister's changes. A treasure born by Garnia with negative emotions. The beautiful Red Lotus wings were carried by the White Knight. Instead, she got the wings of blood. Ugly, majestic, mighty wings. The flames reign, the atmosphere so fearful that it dominates all heaven.

"I'm going to be king! Help us and kill the White Knight together!

"... Jesus, My Lord"

One more thing, the stars swell. Red Lotus', bloody stars swell.