Tower of Karma

Rutgard stood in front of William with a serene look on his face. There would have been different distress to this point. Were the days, frightened by the footsteps of the world, heard little by little, fulfilling and happy?

"I bet, I lost"

I don't see any regrets in Rutgard.

"Did you think I'd win?

Those eyes are straight.

"No. Still worth the bet. Even if I lost, I got the last seven years. Enough."

Shoots through William's mind. Woohoo, how can the faces of those prepared to die be so restful? The beauty of the appearance of accepting it before death is hard to turn into anything else. A miracle where readiness, self-questioning, affliction, despair, embrace and envelop them all as they push.

"I've been thinking. You're probably not like Victoria. Like you said yourself, there must be a reason. [M] How did you distract yourself when you were supposed to meet him for the first time? Why did you favor me for not doing anything? [M] I've been thinking."

Rutgard listens to it happily. Whatever your thoughts, you've always thought of yourself. Even that makes me feel happy. What if...

"In conclusion, I have done nothing. Before I became you, don't look like Al. Yes, that name you spilled became it. I can't remember what I did. I tried to remember those days, but it all, that day, messed up. Gutsy boiled hatred is distorting the day before. I can't remember, but I just think so."

If that got close to the core...

"Thin but for a reason. At first, I suspected a blade left by a woman, and I wondered if it had arrived. Lucitanian woman...... the woman who approached my throat, she told someone who I was by some means and you got it. The only fatal gap I've shown you is where it is. It's just weird in that case. She knew I wasn't William of Lucitania. But you don't even know I was a slave to Al."

I can therefore deduce that it is not the blade left by Bridget. So what can you think of the rest? The memory after that day is clear. No matter how plain Rutgard is as an aristocratic maid, there is no way that an aristocratic maid can forget herself for not being the standard. Because on average, including citizens, she is beautiful, and if she has a taste for herself, she must be a woman with an atmosphere like hers.

So I won't forget. After that day...

"From me, there were gaps."

Lutgard laughs when tickled. I think he's teasing me. William gets a little upset.

"You used to look down all the time. I was walking down the road, reading a book, writing letters on the ground in the corner of the alley. He was insane in death, blood-eyed, and craving strength. Rejected everything, whether someone spoke up or hit him, his eyes never reflected the others. I was just trying so hard to devour knowledge and make it my own meat."

She knows the times when she was called Al. I also know that I worked in a bookstore and gained knowledge there. Naturally, then, she knows. What happened to them when the bookstore was replacing me.

"I don't think you're making the right decision. But I think that was the only way for a boy named Al to be made up in that country. I was surprised when you appeared before me as William of Lucitania. It's far away, I wish I'd just been watching. I should have known my lack of instrumentation and I knew it was unattractive... I grew greedy"

I was close to certainty at that point.

"I'm the only one who knows. And I'm closest. Nature and, like the air, not to be disturbed, but to be needed, if you do so, one day just a little bit closer...... I hate its weakness. It's also natural to lose to that guy. I didn't have the courage to step in. I can't grasp anything just waiting. I should have known."

Rutgard smiles.

"I've always hated me. You don't deserve it. I'm sure I'll be out of the way before you go. With all the excuses, I just ran away, and cowardly I hated it the most. But that's why I just like me a little bit right now. I gambled everything to stand next to you and stepped in. I grabbed the last seven years. Next to you, now I am."

Thoughts that haven't faded for seven years. Her heart had been set for far more than William had expected. I just didn't have the courage to step in, and I guess I missed my chance many times because I was smart, but therefore, I could see too much.

"I've met you before. A long time ago, when your hair was still black."

"I'm sorry. I don't remember."

"Because only a little bit of fate overlapped. But it was a big case for me. All my values were broken, and the world that was monotonous, shaded. There's a bright red sunset on your back, and I'll never forget its beauty."

Even after William's memory, Rutgard's memory never came out. Perhaps that encounter wasn't that big of a deal for the boy who says Al. Because meeting her values breaks apart is not necessarily the same shock for the boy.

"Bright red...... so, ruby, huh"

"... Is it cheap?

"A little."

The two laughing at each other finally exposed everything. I no longer have anything to hide.

"You didn't have long."

"Yeah, really. It was a happy time. How was it for William?

"Oh, I was happy. That's why..."

William smiled pitifully.

"I'll cut you off. The world chose me. Then I must do my best. And my best, of all, you're not here. No, no one should be here."

Rutgard nodded quietly.

"I know. I know this is going to happen, and I know it's hard to cut it off, and I stepped into you. Unworthy happiness for one's share, its swinging back in my life"

"I won't allow you to die on your own. It doesn't make sense if I take you away. If you mean unworthy happiness, so am I. I held you with this bloody hand and even gave it to Alfred. The loss of happiness, the pain, I must enjoy it again. Instead, I'm the pain I'm supposed to suffer."

A woman named Rutgard was always there for William. Noticed, smart, convenient. I have been sweet there many times.

"I will kill you. But that's not now. That's good."

"Yes, I'll take care of everything"

I'm sure doing so is a punishment for each other. William is full of sin, and Rutgard has missed it all. I used to take on one stick. There is punishment for sin. Rutgard has his own life, and William can only take it.

If you take it away, nothingness like that time nests your chest. When I lost Alrett, I was devoured by despair. When I lost Victoria, I found myself lonely beyond death in the cold of despair. And this is the last loss.

"Have I punished you enough?

"Too much. I didn't tell you, but I've always liked you. I just knew I couldn't be happy, and I thought I should take a distance because I liked it. But the people I like are really coming closer. Corner, I'm doing it with care, but the stupid guy's stepped in to you anyway, smart. Really, you guys don't have eyes for men. I can't believe I love such a fool. That's the real fool."

"That word is enough. Even the old ladies, because they lined me up."

Sin and punishment, even love, are decided by their own hands.

"I'm moving on. Beyond that I'm alone. Victoria, you, nobody gets near me. I'll march to heights. At the end of the road, what will it accomplish? You, or did Victoria's death make sense, watch me on the other shore? I'll make sure it makes sense."

Every time I took it, I became stronger. I kept taking it and coming this far. I'll take it again this time. And add even more strength. No one can follow me. Higher than anyone else.

"I'm watching. All the time, even before he died, all the time. I'm good at waiting."

Another thing, William gets a job.

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When William and Rutgard came out of the mansion, Carl sensed that the conversation had come together in the changing atmosphere. At the same time Hilda is in a completely different mood, but I guess. It's been decided. This couple is not the only one. This country's, the world's, the way to go.

"I'm leaving tomorrow. Don't tell me to hurry up."

"Are you ready?

"If I'm alone, you don't need a lot of prep. Rutgard and Alfred will have Arkas on the way later. You just have to swing the sword, right on the battlefield. You don't have to be nervous."

"I'm just going back where you belong."

"I liked it here too."

Listening to William and Carl's conversation a little further away, Claude finally learned that the dream he had in mind had come true. Little by little, the sense of powerlessness that I have tasted every time my territory is shredded by twitching and defeating.

The possibility of breaking the status quo emerged.

"Claude, Alfred, we need to talk. It's important."

"I'm going now! Here we go, Alpha!

Yeah, come on. Stay on Claude.

Alfred remembers later. On this day, at this time, the golden age for me is over. Father and mother who love themselves unconditionally. Interesting brothers and sisters you visit every now and then. Calm, full days, difficult routines,

Reminds me, never again, because this is the time to come back.

The golden age quietly turns to an end and moves out when it was stagnant.

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"Is this Arkas now?"

A small defeat, if it continues to overlap, will be a huge impact. Arkas, which I haven't visited in a long time, had changed dramatically. William visited only once four years ago. It was very different from the atmosphere I felt at that time.

"That's right. This is Arkas."

The boulevard is not lively, and people's faces are dark somewhere. A bunch of poor people overflowing the boulevard. They probably got quite a job, though, and made a lot of money. But they don't have it now. a war that keeps twitching and snatching;

"It's not just defeat. Hunger last year, how are things this year?"

"Yeah, misfortune is overlapping, but it's been really bad lately."

"Has this country also been forsaken by heaven? Huh, I'm getting motivated by Russia."

"You can count on it. Really."

Seven Kingdoms, this name will no longer be used, but the nest of this country was so widespread that it did not seem to be the capital of the country that was lined up there. Seven years, the first few years were good. Carl takes the browstat and Jan firmly suppresses Garias. Angelum is active enough to deprive William of his need. From the world I was afraid of being a black knight.

Everything went crazy only once lost. The Arcadia army, which was doing so well, swarmed the pebble. The people did not care much, nor could Angelm, who was the general commander, be blamed. But from this small defeat, Arcadia falls in furious momentum.

Admiral Jan's betrayal. The fact that I slept with Gustav, a katana, on the enemy Garias, produced a huge shock to the world. Alongside Lancelo, who had already been welcomed as the king's sword by way of exception, Jan was welcomed as the king's spear.

The Arcadia royal family, enraged by the betrayal, challenged the total force and ended up with the ironic result that Jan glorified this. It was an Arcadian army that lost power at once in this defeat, but still Angelm shows the stickiness of the threat. And it was only in Angelm that it came to pass.

"- Thanks to 'Goddess of War' crossing over with Garias, this country is still alive. Another monster, The Mercenary King, appears everywhere, and if he does, he will definitely take victory. Even if Garias is the other guy, without a relationship. I was able to contain Garias, at the very least, because those two were there. Of course, we're seeing some pretty painful eyes."

And then the confusion of the world situation was also helping Arcadia survive. A number of heroes shredded their sneeze and repeated the slashed slaughter several times. The painting was complete so as to maintain equilibrium if you noticed. Many of them were confused and unable to make major moves.

"Speaking of which, he came to us once. Your mercenary king."

"Huh!? Are you here? That mercenary king, the Wolf of the Black Wolf!?

"Oh, you're here to show off the kid. That lady over there is good, she's laying it firmly on her ass. I laughed unexpectedly. My son was also in good shape for his age. Those are hero eggs."

"Wow, that's unusual. Claude, did you know?

Carl speaks to the leading Claude. Claude got a troubled look.

"You knew. I was there too. I can't forgive that cuteness I made it look like archery."

"You used to give him one shot. They gave it back to you for that."

"It must have been done by a child. I'm so annoyed."

Carl's surprise moves on in a fairytale-like way. But it's not that simple. Wolff, the man who is called the Mercenary King, is the king of a clean nation. He was the king of the kingdom of Valhor, mother of the former Saint Bart, and was so invested in the import and export of the forces that he was swept away with the mercenary state.

The strength gathered in the power of Wolfe, who rallied in the fierce sun, was not so many, but many excelled, and the battle fanatics marked with Valhall were raging all over the world. Now a king sweeping through Laurencia was in contact with a monster who was once considered the equivalent of an oyster. If this story had been widespread at the time, William could have been punished for it alone. That's how dangerous it is. If he was betrayed by Kayan, it would be too painful for Arcadia.

"And then Ernst was here, too. With Lester."

"Hmm, Ernst.... Ernst?

"" Huh!?

The two faces distorted in amazement.

"Things have changed a lot. Rutgard and Alfred were about to be killed. In terms of danger, these guys are pretty good too. Well, in the end, I repelled him."

"No, no one should have been able to confirm their survival in the first place"

"I have no choice but to come. I dealt with you with my sword carefully."

"Danger is too dangerous. It is! Arcadia, isn't she full of grudges against Mr. William? I don't know. It's a public discourse."

"Anyway, to say an indispensable time to the funny ones. It's our mission to keep winning there. Let's give these weak people water to say victory. It goes up once, twice, every time it overlaps. If we keep winning, we'll go back to where we were, and we can do more than that."

William looks to the royal palace, which soars at the end of the road.

"Come on, let's start with a mountain, let's just say it goes over lightly"

You can win. Winning is the only proof of your worth. Therefore, the value of this country is determined by our own deeds. William came here to pull it up.

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How long has it been since Airhardt lost its former glow? Good when I was winning. I drove the hero to the region, but there were more things that I feared from the strength of the hero than I could have imagined, and fewer things that lowered my chest. The victory over the following years was also now bad to think of. They misled me. Give us our strength, the strength of the world, the strength of the hero we drove.

Things change when you start losing. Everyone and he all coarsely searched for war criminals, and temporarily also fell into a situation of alternating many of the martial officers. But you can't win. The mud just deepens even if you insert your head back in. The defeat causes the loss of power, recalls those who have changed to replenish their power, and still loses.

In that, the White Knight Waiting Theory begins to emerge no matter who. I can't get it out of my mouth. Because I know I will buy the prince's unhappiness that led the change. But the loss continues. The famine overlapped, and the country was desolate, and the hearts of the people, including the nobles, were gone.

From heaven to hell, Arcadia falls. There will be no objection to the fact that the major branch is Jan's betrayal. The names of the two men who abandoned their motherland when Galias offered them an exceptional seat are abominable names in this country and can even begin to be put to the mouth.

But one more thing, if we were to mention a branch, many citizens would answer: The day I changed the White Knight, that day was the branch of my country. Since that day, the only clear territorial expansion has been Karl's browstat takeover. White Knight, what a whisper on the area compared to the days when William was alive. Winning has become the norm, not an enemy such as a small country, but if you leave, you win. The ever-winning man.

Who abandoned such a hero, the real war criminal - who?

"... that's noisy. Fools."

For a time it was filled with a golden glow as the man who was promised the throne. The figure of the man is no longer there. There is a deep indentation in the eye, but there is more than fatigue hidden in the nearby neighborhood. Is there always strength between the eyebrows, deep wrinkles engraved to make the face worse?

Second Prince Airhardt von Arcadia. The man who was chosen and present from the moment of his birth lost his brilliance by being held back by the walls of a desolate world. It would have been famous if it had been normal. In normal times, it would have become a being that would be passed down to future generations.

Now, however, there is an unparalleled turmoil in Laurentian history. There was no way for a normal famous gentleman to live in a world where there was a masterpiece there that should have been alone in the times, and where the anomaly of shredding sneezes between things with an extradigit glow became everyday.

"Your Highness, I have a report for you!

Knock also looks slightly closer to entering the room, and Airhardt frowns. Usually, a man who never lacks courtesy just panics and even flies in consciousness.

"William Lewius to Arkas. We are on our way to the royal palace!

The moment I hear the news, the matter of disrespect also blows away from Airhardt's thoughts. William, the name was an abomination to him. Shortly after I drove him, I felt rather loving and even remembered pity, but numerous defeats dropped the man to the ground. For a man who has lost his room falling into the earth, his expectations of the White Knight, which would be gradually swelling, become felt in a strangulation of himself. I know that my shine was not real, even if I didn't like it, to the real shine that I still lost.

The man was undoubtedly a masterpiece. The brilliance was not plating or anything like that. But times are times when those who transcend masterpieces travel. His inferiority is the right feeling. Had it been acceptable, there would have been a way forward. If you accepted the minutes and looked ahead from where they were, there might have been a way.

"... Who called?

"Unknown. But accompanied by Admiral Carl."

"... a royal life. Then my brother turned his hand around. I don't have the guts to do it to His Majesty right now. You won't do anything against me because you can't do anything on your own. Well, there's salvation for being incompetent but careful, Father. Kuck, I really can't save my brother. He's always been a fool."

Because he is a cutter, he will know to take it in his hands even though he has fallen. Recall the thoughts of the ordinary, the strong because of their predicament. I can't believe that turns to poison. I can't think of anything after that because I live with a flash of thought.

"I won't let you surf. I have already decided the path of Arcadia. I can't forgive you for coming out now and turning things around. Absolutely, I'll hold you back, William Lewis!

Airhardt immediately rises and heads in the opposite direction to the noise. It doesn't matter how noisy Ichii is. What you should hold back is your head. Hold the king and get started. Maybe it's time to expose ourselves in the chest. It wouldn't be a bad hand to reassure you.

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Someone said. "White Knight". The faces of the citizens who were looking down turn up slightly. The invisible situation of light persisted, and people had only forgotten the color of the sky for how long. the brilliance of the sun, the blue skies that stretch out into heaven. Once again, the heavens, the glowing times, the beings that bring us victory.

"Ah, oh. God."

A woman devastated by hunger and made only bones and skins offered prayer to heaven. Our last hope appeared before us. My heart was broken because I can't see the life and hope that I'm going to run out tomorrow. But hope appears where it is. I have a slight fever in my heart.

"It's Master Carl! Some heroes from Browstat!

Carl next door also reigns as Browstat's patron saint, Yingjie. He was the only hero to command the immovable battlefield in Arcadia that continued to lose.

"Dear White Knight, please save us"

William grinned bitterly when he saw the falling people. And I lay my hands on the shoulders of an old man lying down from his horse. An old man panicked after being touched by a hero. "I'm sorry," he calls out. This lowliness is the testament to the weakness of the defeated nation.

"I do good. I'm not sure I can win, but let's do something to make things a little better. So you raise your face. Where's the need to be humble? We are a proud people of Arcadia. Born differently, aspirations are the same. Let's fight together. I am a sword, and you are with your heart. Let's go up. Victory is not... falling to the ground."

Tears of joy overflowed the old man's eyes. Difference in identity that would otherwise even be hesitant to touch. How long has it been since I took a bath? He touched such a filthy self and even called me out. A hero told me to stand with him.

There's no way I can't be impressed.

"William!"

Someone screams.

"William!"

Someone responds.

Overlapping voice. Increasing fever. Everyone started looking up. Through the presence of saying William, I turn my eyes to heaven. Believe me, there is a victory ahead.

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"... where is Your Majesty?

Airhardt stood still before the throne of the carrot. The minister, bowing his head respectfully, utters his words with regret.

"His Highness Felix is taking you downstairs. He said he'd meet someone."

(Don't be silly. I really... can't save you. That man)

Angry Airhardt jumps right out of the throne room. A moment of respite is no longer allowed. The voice, the atmosphere approaches. If you put a word in it, you could be taken in by the atmosphere and the art of talking just by making contact. repeated victories and subsequent defeats. Every event was too different from the days of the present king. There's no point in going beyond the vessel.

That is why Airhardt, who was a mighty man in this royal palace, showed you. But yesterday's defeat also created a little room to shake my trust in myself. The foolish king could swing to you if he were followed.

We need to get ahead of ourselves. It is possible to manipulate an impression just by putting a word, just a word. And then Felix won't even be present on the spot. I can't get tired of just being stupid, scumbag trying to chase myself down with minutes of unworthy ambition. There is no longer a need to exchange words.

"I'm already on my way. Get out of my way, incompetents!

Airhardt's legs quickened.

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I haven't seen my sister again in a long time, and while I was holding a tea party just for the two of us in my own room, I heard noisy noises from afar. At first, Claudia, her sister, the former First Princess, noticed. Fools thought it was noisy, but things are not right.

"... yes, do you want to go up again? Again, it's funny."

Zhu and Shining then return to the look on the face of his sister, Second Princess Eleonora. The princess, who had often blocked her mind in today's political situation, had a long laugh.

"Woohoo, finally, finally, you're back"

I've been waiting a long time. I didn't just wait, I did all sorts of tricks to see if I could call it back at my discretion. In the end, they never came to fruition, but Eleonora was delighted that the long awaited day had come. Finally the light returns to this country.

Besides, it is a pleasure to have a thinker nearby, even if it is on the understanding that you are married. With numerous invitations on his sleeves, he turned his sweet words to many halls, and every time he raised his thoughts.

"Master William!

Waiting, thinking, coming.

"It looks like it's getting hot, but shouldn't we stay close to your brother?

Eleonora hacks into Claudia's words. Airhardt will never call him back. Felix would be the only one who turned his hand around. If so, Airhardt should naturally attempt to obstruct.

Because Airhardt is morbidly afraid of William.

Eleonora rushed out as if she were a shepherd. Claudia looked at the straightness of it as if it didn't seem interesting. She knows. For the royal family, Airhardt is perfectly right to defend the royal lineage.

"Poison the poison... really, funny"

Claudia's floating expression was something no one had ever seen since no one had seen it. No, no one will see this look except one, including from now on. She rises loose and goes on a tour of the stage with visible results.

I have not yet been served. But I didn't even think I could give it to myself as dew. Do that service and eat the lead. Watch the comedy looking forward to it.

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Felix knew he was a short man. When I found out my brother was made, it was not joy but anxiety that dwelt in my chest, and only one person watched it in a different light as everyone blessed him. Of course, it is only natural to be more anxious than to become a political enemy sooner or later. But that was supposed to be after it got a little bigger, after I learned about politics.

Felix was timid, lazy, and extremely disliked the effort. Why should I, who is royal, strive? I was behaving badly, but nothing happened. I didn't want to be compared to my belly brother, who could do anything.

Words are every day I hate myself more and more on the back. I comfort myself that it is the difference between birth, and since I am my brother, I am not even allowed to give up. Airhardt goes further and further. Out of my reach. Knowledge and experience are not comparable to one's own, and talent grows. All those who stand up for themselves are looking for lightness.

Let Felix be alone in a royal palace where my mother dies and there is no one to expect from me. Because the man who thought he was short and absolute was never perfect. The emotions that came to mind when I saw that man's jealous expression, a man who takes a narrow measure like himself in fear, are again small.

(… delightful. Really, you'll get it, my brother)

Felix was at the entrance to the royal palace. I have already spoken to the Father King. The weakness of the Father, of the kingdom, of the royal family, to do anything for his survival, has also become clear since that man appeared. Both a talented brother and a great father, whose brilliance is only in this little boxyard.

"Brother, where is Your Majesty?

Airhardt looked down at his belly brother with a look full of intent to kill him. Nico and the eyes that look underneath that float, but that would have been in his belly. It appeared on the table, I see, and it doesn't look very good.

"Looks like official business has been rushed in. I don't either."

Blue muscles run on Airhardt's face. There can't be some business that Airhardt doesn't know about. The operation of the state, almost everything, is done through itself. Substantial kings are themselves. And there is no way that Eduardo now acts voluntarily. You don't have the strength or the strength.

"Are you plotting against me, brother?"

"You're not listening well, brother."

There was no usual room for it. I'm so afraid of that monster. My brother thought I was absolute. I don't think so anymore. Enough power to swallow the brilliance of an airhardt that looked enormous. What is so small about me from the power of it?

Felix, let's go. Poor little brother, little self. This is all I've fallen into a miserable cloud, yet I find myself very difficult to please when I see my brother.

"You don't understand anything about what that man brings to the royal family!

"I don't know, it doesn't matter to me"

"The royal family will perish!

"So it doesn't matter"

Airhardt misjudged his brother.

"I don't know what's ahead of me. I just wanted to see what you looked like."

I was looking down on this. I had clearly defined it as being understated. But that wasn't enough. How small is a man named Felix? It was far beyond Airhardt's imagination. I don't know what you're talking about. I don't see the sincerity of what I'm thinking.

Too stupid, too small, Airhardt overlooked.

"Are you stupid? Are you stupid?"

"You've noticed by now, you're pretty slow to understand."

"I don't understand. Is this my brother?"

Seeing what Airhardt looked like, Felix felt extra miserable. I can't help myself swelling at the same time as joy. It was a laughably small thought for Felix himself.

But at the same time, there was another, similar feeling of certainty.

"Stupid me, but there's only one part of me I can see better than you."

I've been looking at my brother. I've been watching my brilliant, winning brother. That's why Felix figured it out. Felix saw what his brother would potentially hold but never admit. There was a man who kept winning.

"I understand Airhardt von Arcadia better than you do yourself. That's why I saw it. You were a potential loser a long time ago."

inferiority. A man born as a royalty and supposed to have been promised a future feels inferior to just one Inhuman, a man rising a civilian. What do you call it without calling it defeat?

"He's better than you. Hey, my brother."

Our sister, unlike ourselves, runs this way. Cutting his breath, his face tided, his eyes moved to recognize the two and beyond.

The door of the royal palace opens. Light plunged in from the outside, highlighting the figure.

(I wanted to see that. You look just like me, ugly and weak. We were alike. Sadly, they were alike. Whoever made that look can't win. Like me)

Felix grinned thirsty when he saw what Airhardt looked like. Let's look at the expression of the ugly and distorted loser, the look of the loser woven by fear, jealousy, envy, hatred, and different emotions, in our hearts. Hilarious about myself and my brother who resembles me.

"Long time no see, both highnesses. I've been looking forward to this day. At the end of seven years of drilling, now once and for all, the bliss offered to this sword, Arcadia, on the chest. William von Lewis, here we are."

The winner showed up. You can tell by what it looks like. It's grubby, but there's no respect or other shards in it. I recognized everything in this place as being understated and looked down from a far height. For the rest of my life, I can't win. Because that's what Airhardt potentially thinks he can't win for the rest of his life.

"You've come well. It's all the way to the king's life. You will be restructured. You will lead my army. You are the Admiral, William von Lewis."

"It's an extra honor for me. I'm happy to accept it."

"Your Majesty is waiting. You're in my room. You may also express your determination and future policies. Don't embarrass me."

"Yes, we are ready"

Everything was set up. Airhardt's emotions were just rough on Felix, who drove all the way here. There is no more means of stopping myself than to hold my head in the form of a royal life. Convince the Father King to withdraw his royal life. That's all I have.

So Felix surrounded the king earlier. I hid my only weakness in my own pocket. Airhardt and his inaccessible political enemies to his own nostalgia.

(Phew, don't think that's it. With one of your father's differences, you're back on the horizon. I can still get it back, because I'm most familiar with the way my father treats me)

Airhardt was burning a flame similar to his obsession before he finally showed up. I swear on my chest that I must win this political battle for myself, for the royal family, for the 'country'.

I don't know who's fighting for...