Tower of Karma

It's been a week since that amazing settlement. Sülvia was meditating her eyes next to the still unawakened white knight. A week after the settlement, the world changed with furious momentum. Many await the wake of a sleeping hero. Be good, be bad, if he wakes up, it won't start.

An injury that isn't strange if you're dead. All parts of the body were damaged so much that no damaged areas existed. The last wound was particularly deep and was to take a considerable amount of time to suture and stop the blood.

"... get up quickly. Not even you."

I rocked the frontier of life and death every day. Over and over again, if you think you have finally stabilized, this time starvation is approaching. At all times death remained surrounded in all directions, and it also looked like the wind the will of the world was about to kill him.

"Sürvia, it's time to unload"

"... I know"

Gregor gave a glimpse of his face and spoke to Shrevia. Shrevia's voice in reply is powerless in some way. Is Gregor guessing something? Arms up with a difficult face.

"Maybe I'd be happier not to wake up like this."

Shrevia did not respond to Gregor's words. No, I couldn't give it back. Everyone is waiting for a hero to wake up. But waking up isn't always a good thing for a hero. We all know Gregor and Shrubia if they have quite a bit of status within the military. I know.

"As it were, I meant this man. I'll do something about it this time. Above all, I dropped a giant star. You can't treat me badly. Uhm."

A badly chopped answer was telling the story of this depth of confusion.

Times have changed. Where will Arcadia go to see what she has gained and what she has lost for that consideration? How will the White Knight rule?

The slender white man was still awake.

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"Gustav, I'll have some of the soldiers I lent you back."

"Whatever you want. He wasn't my soldier. Zeke's soldier."

William dropped a giant star and lost consciousness himself again. On a battlefield where two absolute presences were lost, Jan did not miss the discomfort. A heterogeneous gaze that had drifted from the moment the battlefield began. At the time of the settlement, there was no hope or despair, look into its eyes...

"Sa, one job at a time"

I was convinced that the gaze was something I should turn down now.

"Damn, you monster!

The lords of gaze run horses. In their homeland they were species known as premature horses, among them a selection of horses, but had been steadily reduced in distance in parts different from the speed of their feet. The technique of manipulating horses, the spatial grasp of choosing the optimal path, everything is out of the picture.

"I wish I could hit it"

But that wasn't all. While showing off such riding skills, the man uses a flat bow to show them. It also has an unmatched aim, releasing a strong bow that does not seem like a fine arm, and is familiar with people's steeples, the weakness of armor.

"When it just hit me. It's been a long day."

The man being chased bites his teeth. A man who hasn't even taken a bullet off earlier is making a joke. Nothing like luck. There is just a desperate wall of strength everywhere.

"Damn, I should have listened to the Daltanians seriously. Former genius Jan von Zeekt, who had been hiding his fangs in the North for over a decade. I thought it was rusty. This is it!

Yang magically runs a horse when he does so with an unhegemonic face. There is no waste of any kind in movement. Smooth equestrianism makes me mistake what I see. I was wondering if horseback riding is such an easy thing.

"It's rusty. There's too much waste than there used to be."

The man was a frightening thought. He has one of the best skills in the country with a man. So much so that when I ran the horse, it was like the wind. Even Jan darkly says he's running a sweet run full of waste.

"The former name" Disease Wind "makes me cry. I'll see you in a minute."

All that's left is myself and two of my men, and I can't make it where I've quickened my horse's legs.

"I knew you were that 'disease wind'. When it comes to 'disease' in our generation, you come to mind more than Lütes. [M] Sixth place of the hundred generals of the Garias army, Lambert de Lilleux"

"It was a shame. It's not sixth, it's eighth!

Lambert looked at it in time. No, he turned the horse back as if confronting Jan. Set up your favorite spear and fill it with killing energy. Allow even one of you to reach "that spot" and fulfill your mission. And for that, I became a shield.

"Row ahead -"

The two men who remained behind Lambert fell horses. An arrow stood beautifully on the heads of the two of them, and it was not long after surprise that they could be seen dead.

"Jeez... you know,"

Lambert has no choice but to flaunt himself. It was also awesome to hit my men at this distance, but my own killing didn't create a single millimeter of error, I couldn't hide my surprise at that.

"I gave Ruthes the king's right and left to the future, and I'm stronger now."

"Um, I don't know. William, if the spear you were using was yours, Lütes, I'd probably be stronger than you are now. Let's give it a try. A sword might win."

Jan's atmosphere didn't hold that much pressure together. I certainly don't get any willingness to lose when I see him with a sword. Maybe we can win. A glimmer of hope springs in Lambert's heart.

"Hang on to Galias' pride, I'll discuss you!

Rumble the explosive killer. Rumble comes through. Jan has little in nature, power, etc. Lambert was convinced of the victory as he protruded his spear.

"Fast and strong, but that's all."

The spear that should have captured Jan's chest passes next to his neck. What lingers in Lambert's head is an incomprehensible letter. I thought I caught it for sure. I had a tailored hand.

The tip of the sword distracts the spear with a soft touch. Kindness, lack of response so unnoticed by the person who struck it out. And then a blade that is swept through.

"Hoi Sa"

My neck danced through the universe before Lambert felt defeated. Thoughts disappear before Lambert perceives defeat. Jan didn't think of anything in particular, but moved on. He was an excellent samurai, but not as interesting as Jan would be. After I saw that fight, I only felt inadequate.

"Gustav is right. Now I can't even break in."

Jan moves on. We have to find out what's waiting for us. Perhaps that man will not misread the current no matter how this place rolls.

Jan once remembered a king he saw when he accompanied him to the King's Council.

"Doesn't make any sense."

Vivid appearance on your head. You can't go wrong with the monster at the top of the sky who commands everything.

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Boneless city sinking into the Red Lotus. The country intends to be rigid in quality. The city that represented it was on fire.

"Fire hands don't rise. Ha-ha-ha, I may have made a mistake with the rest."

"Hurry up. There is no better guiding principle than His Majesty's senses. When His Majesty speaks of black, black, if His Majesty says to attack, attack, if he says to destroy, until he destroys it."

"Boring. I want to be explained that the rest of what I said was black is white. None of the four will stop, and I don't care if you stop Sir."

Then let's retreat.

"I don't like it. I've made up my mind."

My best. But he would be forgiven for that.

"It's a new era. My chest will jump. A giant star has fallen and a new star has turned into a giant star. If we don't get on this stream, our country will soon worship the backdust. If you move on to the funniest one, you're right. Don't move on to boredom. Leftovers, at least be vibrant."

Innovation King Gaius laughed at Salomon, his own brainchild. With a vibrant smile, childlike innocence, you and the king create such a sight.

The city drunk by the Red Lotus, when he saw it, the king was smiling like a child.

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At the end of the plain, we can reach the king's capital of Ostberg in a later step. Everyone's mind was rising. They say they make a name for themselves in history. The collapse of the Seven Kingdoms, which many forefathers could not exchange. A country called Ostberg sinks. A giant star fell and a severe earthquake ran into the world. Times change. We also change the position of Arcadia. They were optimistic about what that meant.

"Oh, no, that's stupid"

Someone said. Words that express everyone's feelings of flashness.

Four flags were frightened. A pink black lion, a red sword, a jade bow, a bronze spear, a flag inspired by them. Left and right of the king who reigns beneath it. Monsters in charge of the superpower's martial arts.

"Are you getting to your head? You're serious, my country."

Lydiane looks at the formation and discerns that the brains of the state, the master of herself and the Daltanians, are engaged. There are no talents who can hold the king's left or right back all that much in the first place. The atmosphere is different without him.

"Ostberg and Garias should have had an inviolability treaty. Why are you here?"

Angelm was looking at the sight by distorting his face. A well-reasoned line, the most dominant army in the world is just beautiful in line. The beauty irritates their hearts.

"If you've reached Lord Salomon, you probably haven't reached this point. On the contrary, I guess we were in enough situation to take the king's capital and intercept him?

Jan was the only one who accepted the sight without surprise. Diving the dead line, the morale that was growing with the dramatic victory of the White Knight sinks at once. Half of the territory was cut off while engaging the enemy mainstay, reaching this point beyond many sacrifices. And yet the results are too miserable for this.

Arcadian troops who can't accept reality and are on their way. Winning opportunities hardly existed to view enemy forces in the first place, not in a state where they could be fought.

Garias' army moves out. Arcadia soldier. But that wasn't a move for an attack. Army cracks. When they saw the sight as if it were a myth, the waves of men cracked, and the presence from which they wanted to emerge, they knew.

"Again? Really, you can't go wrong, that guy."

A king. The atmosphere of a man who can unite a man named the Innovation King.

The man takes the path created by the broken army rather than riding a horse. Boneless and magnificent, the royal road as if it were exactly the symbol of this king. The figure of the king was there.

"Did the White Knight win?!?

The most open-minded, with a vivid voice, Innovation King Gaius asked. That is what we heard, standing at the head of the army, exposing ourselves. I am faithful to greed and unwilling to defy curiosity.

Gaius perceived the atmosphere of affirmation. Everyone has his mouth shut. Still feel it. Even they remembered defeat by the King's pressure, only a little rejuvenated the moment the White Knight's name came up. Morale breathed back. That would surely be a similar trust to the dependence that a white knight would even do something about it on this occasion.

"Arcadia's generals, some, come here. Let's exchange the rest and the five bodies and change the words."

statements under the assumption that there is no one or other who defies his orders. There's no reason to say no in the first place. Jan puffs her head, then sighs and invites a few hands.

Garias and Arcadia, one of the Seven Kingdoms disappears from the map, and the nation that bisects it meets. A new era has just begun, and yet a world that accelerates undeniably. Will this encounter also make some change to the world?

The two intersect.