Tower of Karma

Jed was in the wind at night. Perhaps if you keep going like this, you'll still get your own neck taken tomorrow. Earlier we fought one battle at Elvira and Strachez and lost. I've already lost to the Suns. Times had changed at last. It was in the past that I was a samurai who combined wisdom and courage.

Still, I responded to the convocation because I've always regretted it. I entrust all my times to my brother, a hidden life that is only famous for claustrophobia. I wasn't lonely because of the Ross family, I was just devouring peace. We have to pay for it now or not.

"Suns, if anything happens to me..."

"Elvira, right? I understand."

Greater than his father, by the way, and beyond himself. But he doesn't have a fever. I don't know the heat that's in me. A man named Sans Ross was vain. Define yourself as a shadow and do your best in it. It's a wonderful thing, too.

"Apollonia, what do you think?

"... nothing in particular. I know you're strong, though."

"Aren't you surprised by that army?

"Medraut is still coarse, Euphemia is a warrior in Garnia, but if you look at it in Laurencia, it stops excellent. Because of the herd that doesn't even hold it, it's a worthy neck in there."

"So what about that guy?

…………

Suns mouth stopped. All I can think of is the look of that man scattered vividly.

"… yet to be measured"

"Ha ha, then good. Don't forget that one. One day, even when you meet someone who can tip the fever, how late is the big bowl that says Sans Ross? Let me make it a wine dish farther away than on the other side of the bank. Your father, your grandfather, before and for all of us."

While Jed thinks it's a waste, he thanks for that encounter. Touching that enthusiasm created a hook in Suns' heart. One day, that may also lead him to find his way. The last piece I worked out with tanning, one of two.

One day - that makes my heart jump.

It was all in that place.

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"... I can't do this."

Two knights walking side by side with horses. It is the Estado army that follows it like a shadow perfectly on its back. A child-faced man, an even weirder subordinate of an old man of strange strength. In their pursuit so far, they understood. That man, unlike his face, said he understood the battle deeply.

I can't get away with it. My men who let them scatter are probably...

"That's why I told you not to come and help! You are an idiot or your majesty a fool. About me, there are as many alternatives as there are. I'm not strong enough to figure out why..."

"You don't have a replacement. Damn, I'm not strong enough, so I tried everything, thought about it, and you wore what we don't have. It's common on this continent, not pushing through. It's not even noticeable. But definitely not enough for Arkland. The other way around, Uffi. I have as many replacements as I want. So here I am."

"... you're the roenglin 'swan', aren't you?

"Not to Lancelo, not to Govan, not to Tristram, not to your brother, just a knight. It's not worth much."

"In my place, you say you will lose the swan spear. That's not true."

"Now I've decided not to run away."

Big thorn stabbing at low englin. During that expedition he made a great mistake. Still a remaining lump, to shake it off, he also took part in this expedition. Knowing that, Euphemia is therefore stuck in words. Because I know that a man who was so brave and confident has returned heartbroken. Every time we meet, a man who has made a light proposal has not spoken of it once since his return. He thinks he's worthless.

"... Then don't die. You are responsible."

"It's tough. That's the sister of" Lion sign ". Okay, I know. I'm a knight, too. Bear as much as the death of your men..."

"No, it's the fault of your lightness."

"Lightness? About what?"

If you noticed, Euphemia was pulling up a horse pretty close. And I grab a lot of low englin collar and force him to mouth it.

Lowenglin was black-and-white with his eyes at the amazing zoo event.

"It's been quite a while, but your proposal, I'll take it."

"... no, but I said I'd be the best samurai in the world and come back..."

"Then be it now. Come on, come back alive. Until then, I wait. Don't keep me waiting too long. I punished him last time. I don't like to wait."

Strength and weakness, seeing the two she had, Lowenglin laughed.

My best friend's sister was really an iron wall. He was bounced back, no matter how many times he spoken, and then also by his brother and brother. Anyway, speaking of myself back then, I'm just a woman, and I love alcohol. I don't have to train, I'm fine, 'cause I'm a genius, and I was a son of a bitch going to the ground.

"I'm the man who escaped like no one else, huh? I know all over Garnia. A scumbag who witnessed the fierce sun, cried, and threw away his men and fled. It's amazing how Votigan got away with putting his men together. Your brother, Lancelot, Govan, and Tristram are better off."

"I know. I know that you've regretted it all along, and since you came back, you've turned down women and booze, and you've become indispensable for spear training. You didn't take it before. I won't say it again. Win and be with me. That's what I say when I say I dictate the lion's daughter. Be aware of your responsibilities."

Extremely vivid. Lowenglin hated herself in the past, but if there was anything I could say with my chest up, she was the only one I was seriously in love with, and I chose her out of many women. Only one thing was pride.

"Don't regret it. Seriously, we'll live together. Lots of kids. My dream is to run the battlefield with my children. More is better."

"I'm old too, you can't have that much. Well, there's no two words for a lion. Do as you please."

"He said he was still young. It's okay. It's okay. It's too old."

"I'm gonna kill you?

"Are you willing to go from being yourself to being a widow? Damn, well, thank you. Kind of made me want to live with a bee. It was a thought that I had sealed, but I still can't. I can't help it. I think I was in love with you."

"If you think so -"

"Win, you know. Okay, that order, I got it!

Lowenglin turns his horse back and stares at his enemies.

"Winning is a premise. Come back alive."

"Aye, my honey. I've been thinking about a hundred candidates for my new home."

Lowenglin left next to Euphemia with a light mouth. This is what that man always does. Always unserious, thin, obsessed with anything but spears. But she knows. That even he used to be a warrior dedicated to spears if he peeled a thin skin.

After frustration and loss, the man reached a further frontier.

"The world just doesn't know the real 'swan'. Tighten your chest. You're strong."

The filthy swan flies to further heights. Beyond the horizon, which cannot reach the lion.

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Finally, you noticed, I looked back at Lowenglin and all the paintings came together on Suns' head. I understand the spear of that man. Still, I don't consider myself a winless opponent. There are enough chances of winning individual fights, and I have my own men. They were all warriors of the L.A. Itchy.

In a gap poked by one, stab. That's it.

All you have to do is chase him, and the land is here. As much as I loosened my legs a little, I can pack them in less than half a day. That's it. Estaard will take the Second General by means of measures.

"Dear Suns, I'm on my way!

"I'll distract you. Second hand, stop with you guys. I'll argue there."

"Accepted"

There is no sway. I'm not here for samurai who are told to die and confused. Including myself, it's ultimately about dying. It's only the difference between late or early, and people die sooner or later. If he dies of martyrdom in his role, he thought it was also 'yes'.

Nothing in particular I want to do or aspire to do. There was no fever. I had no reason to live desperately. So misread the enemy in front of you. Yesterday and today, the samurai to that age turn out, the majority of the reasons are spiritual. Because he doesn't understand.

So...

"Huh?"

Time stops. A loose spear. The opposite is true at first. It is such a long spear, a joke attack. It's so much worse than yesterday. The moment I think about something like this - Suns realizes. Because my hands also moved long, slowly, as if they weren't me.

"Marriage!"

Everything is slow motion. So coarse to the eye. My sword is also full of coarseness, the beginning and end of my eyes to the point of coarseness that cannot float in speed. But no precipitation whatsoever on the spear of the confronting man. It's too beautiful, I fall in love with it. I received it in time because I fell in love and my consciousness left my sword.

The stained motion just made it. Except I really just took it. The suns will fade lightly. I felt incredible. I've never seen a spear like this.

"Marriage, marriage, marriage!

My men were also lightly paid, poked, and continued to fall horses.

"... that's stupid"

Time moves. I just have to be stunned. Apart from yesterday, I don't know what changed this man's spear. My heart cries out that I lost my leg to chase and just can't win. Something snarls in the sun. I don't want to die, the first cry of my heart I've ever heard.

"Hey, kid. You have eyes like the old me. Meet the real thing and have it smashed once. Then the world will look different. I look smaller. If you do, you'll think about how much shit you're gonna lose. And then you're married. That's the best!

The look of a knight looking down from the horse. In the middle of the enemy's belly, pulling yourself out doesn't turn into a predicament. With terrible precision, our Lord sniffs out the anomaly. Look, the sound of horseshoes is already looming. He kicked the scattered enemy's men, and the Lord of the battlefield returned.

"You will die"

"I'm not dying, I'm getting married, and I'm talking about what's wrong with that"

Lowenglin also sensed that something was approaching again. impending flames. This cold flame is also close to the apex again, although it is different in fun from things that burn everything down like El Sid. Would he have escaped if he had been himself, or would he have been killed unnecessarily, undetectable because of the difference in fun? Either way, it probably had the same result.

"Come on, monster. The Roenglin of Swan is your opponent."

Lowenglin shook his trembling hand tightly and looked forward, biting his fear. I couldn't have done it myself before. I couldn't do it myself until yesterday. Frustration and loss, great regret and little happiness to say marriage, with this, I now resist fear.