Tower of Karma

After completing the plenary session from the individual interview, the Claudes were walking through the square where the stalls gathered. About one person is very rough, momentum that just bites at everything that comes close. I have the two of them holding aside as a stopper for that, but they were never well either.

"Well, I don't normally do it! I thought you could win, White Knight!

Claude is vulnerable to alcohol. Because you are weak, you have a bad liquor habit, and you are aware of yourself, so you rarely drink it. I guess that meeting was rare, though. At the end of the meeting, I immediately came to the square, and in a couple of drinks, I became what I am.

"Lenore would mean that he's that good and troublesome. Trust the White Knight, Claude."

"I know best! That guy is Tsuke. It's a mess. Yeah. I don't need it. Such a small worker. Normally, if he can win, why..."

And Claude threw up.

"Hmm, you're not sure. The man who ended seven years ago."

"" That's a bad word. ""

Beatrice sighed grandly at the feminine objections of the two men. And just kick them both in for now. Claude smothering with scattering gelo and Raphael about to cry with a heavier blow than he thought.

"I will do my best, no matter what the measure. If you can reach the neck of an enemy general, there is no reason to stop at my sword. I'll take Leno. You guys keep rolling."

That's what he said. Beatrice left two troublesome people behind.

The two left, scattered and serene, Claude slept on the spot, and Raphael carried a drunk who was intoxicated and powerless while in bad shape. "I'm royal. The royal family who carried the drunkenness while mumbling" "If you're weak, don't drink, asshole." "Heavy, heavy, heavy." etc., would be about him in Arcadia history as well.

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William remembers and laughs at the meeting. Kevin sighed when he saw it.

"It's not funny. Everyone said William's comeback battle, grace and morale were gathered, but there was a rebellion in such an operation."

"Oh, I thought this was going to happen. Too much as expected, I was betting with Gregor on what Claude was going to say before the meeting, but it wasn't a battle. I was desperate to laugh then. And Gregor. I would have hidden my mouth."

"So it won't be a laugh... will Master William's own departure in this fight determine Arcadia's future? Why are you so powerless?

Kevin had been promoted to William's deputy by a huge jump over his original rank. A general's deputy is essentially a presence that stands above the Legion Leader. I've kicked a few promotions to the general. I'm also tight if it's also on Gregor or the female jewel Shrubia.

The position of deputy, albeit given. It was a serious penetration that had to be said as one of the bitter things, but William himself did not seem to be willing to take it seriously. Much different from the old impressions, did you have a home and take a corner...

"Renault is strong. I did a lot of research and heard from Angelm as well. I'm not just a young man. A masterpiece at a time when that Lydiane is giving all that responsibility. It's Garias on top of that, they are. From me, I struggle to understand why you want to hit it from the front and why you want to wear it out."

William sees Kevin with a calm look as if he would even talk to the public.

"You guys did quite well, but you're still young. I can't draw respect or sacrifice from below with my current accomplishments and strengths. The difference is bigger than you think. Sure, if I lead, I'll be able to fight quite a bit. We can't force each other to fight more than that. It's just, what do you guys get by winning? A victory of no benefit to the future is pointless. Above all, Renault is not foolish enough to show his opponents the gaps he finds he can't win"

serene, but therefore,

"Renault is excellent. You will gain defeat here and fly further. Sooner or later, it could even devour the king's left and right. That's what I decided. So it's that measure. Even if it is somewhat muddy, it will surely end that young man's future. I'm not even willing to give you defeat"

I can't feel the chillness of zero degrees. The Gregors were laughing through because they knew. Because they know, they think it's a monster who can kill, make kill, and make people leap while they're flat.

"I won't lose. And I'll stick to how I win."

"Are you saying we'll have a well-dressed fight?

"No way. Then I can't offer that measure. I don't know how to win."

They knew. This monster...

"A victory to gain more, is. Resultism, I am."

that it is closer to victory than anyone else.

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The next day, the White Knight's return battle finally began. The forces led by William to the powerful Garias army led by Lenore choose to fight in the field. Like the Black Knight, Fusion chose the type of battle that William preferred to use in the field seven years ago and had won, giving Leno expectations. They say the White Knight's imitating Black Knight finished it, and what new hand William put on it...

"Distance from my longing, let me measure!

White Knight Breaking tactics that broke the Black Knight. A measure that finds its war-type hole and tactically gives it a definite victory over the highly powerful Garias in the first place. The crystal of Renault's efforts became a battle to be tested.

The result is...

"... what do you mean?

Renault's complete win. Just like when we tore down Angelm, no, the White Knight Break that showed more destructive power than that. Withdrawal to Laconia was too firm for Garias to open the door to draw in his allies or to be drawn into it.

As a result, the victory of Gallias. And after only one day, Laconia fell.

The return battle of the white knight William von Liwius became bitter from engagement.

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A streak of defeats. Seven years ago, the White Knight's army staggered its defeat beyond thought. He repeated the battle many times and was defeated as such. I didn't stick to the same formation. Overlap trials and errors, exercise your hand tactics to the fullest extent you think, and lose.

The army was dispersed, and if you noticed, the number of soldiers was depressed to half. Not a small number were debated, but many were broken through by enemy forces and scattered in isolation in all directions. There are quite a few deserted soldiers. Morale falls.

But the scene was still better.

In Arkas, the news of the defeat was conveyed. No, the citizens fell into a mob with anticipation reactions. The atmosphere seemed to push against William's mansion as well, but there was...

"Get in and I'll kill you. Lose it, trash."

Hilda von Taylor was on guard. He is the wife of the current general and of Gardner's lineage. I can't complain about being slaughtered, even if it's noble or low in rank. Though in the first place, the ship's arm was originally raging around in the scene, and she can't even get close to the line-up.

"I'm sorry, Hilda. Trouble."

"Good. I like it and do it. Friends, right?"

"Yeah, thanks"

I turn a ghostly eye to the hostiles, but send a warm grin to my best friends, Rutgard. That would easily distort Alfred and others unfamiliar with people's malice. Even adults are like this.

"Just now. Just now. 'Cause you're gonna get your hands back soon."

Hilda, let's go.

"I really hate that guy, but I have no doubt about his' strength '. I am angry enough to be around, and I am frustrated enough to be diligent. I can't imagine that losing. Fine, your husband is the worst piece of crap, but you're the strongest son of a bitch, so don't worry about sleeping."

"That's a lot of bad talk."

"Naturally. Because I hate the bottom of my heart. But I only admit strength."

Hilda has less experience fighting with William. But there is something to know among the few. It's not just strength as a samurai, that man is strong in a more rooted part. My heart admits to losing. I'm screaming that I can't win.

Such a man can't easily lose. Those who have experienced "straight" seven years ago will only find this defeat uncomfortable. The ensuing defeat, I wonder if there's any intention there. Of course, nothing floats on me.

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A murmur flies against Felix, who also recalled William within the royal palace. Angelm, who had kept Galias in relative restraint, and the Airhardts with it, were breathing back and running to stir up anxiety and gain an advantage.

"How are you going to take responsibility?

Airhardt speaks to his stupid brother.

"If they even take it to Oldengard, me and that man will like it. That's the deal."

In a prior discussion, if William commanded it and took it all the way to Oldengard, Airhardt would gain full powers, which meant that it had been decided that this country would become a part of Gallias. Initially, Laconia was considered a line, but the line and Eduardo laid down that the siege net to Laconia was already being completed, from disadvantage to Oldengard.

"... you're calming down a lot."

"I don't care. I know as much as I don't care how this rolls. Then I should be a bystander. If you win, you distort your appearance, if you lose, you're Garias' runner, and either way, it's funny, I am."

"I don't think you can witness where Garias runs his dog."

Airhardt sentenced Felix to death after this occasion. I know it's Airhardt. The whole focus is on Oldengard. If you deliberately guided the Father King and ordained his place as a line, there must be something. There was a bitter certainty in Airhardt's mind that he would do something, on the other hand, that he wanted the White Knight to defeat him.

The tide changes in Oldengard. Like the day I pushed that monster back...

(Sink, sink, inferior creature)

The impatience with which Airhardt floated, that was the reversal of trust in the White Knight.

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William was interested in Claude and Strachez. Claude, who still hits rough but occasionally hazy hands, was also an interesting opponent for William. I've been referring to a handful that I can't blame now or ever. Light hands as opposed to heavily tied hands. The strings are a string, if you blow them, they fly. But that wind doesn't blow.

"Point to funny hands. If they build an offensive base, I'll hurry too."

"Then we'll just attack faster than that."

The maneuvers overlap, and at once the battlefield reaches the end of the battle.

Difficult phases, it is the finesse that makes the difference in local power. Claude's hands are fast, but William's twitch won't reach a fatal wound in front of him. Conversely, Claude's protection is thin, a situation where just lightly packing creates an imperative. Thus, even if I continued to hit the king, my hand was slowly running out.

"... we lost"

The attacker disappeared and all that remained was a defense on the verge of disintegration.

"Where is the cause of defeat?"

"Those hands were good. That made this one pretty painful, and as for the war situation, I should have leaned a little towards you. The problem is, even though you were able to base the attack afterwards, you rushed the attack. The meaning of the troublesome hand diminished just because it was there, resulting in a fiercely visible but prone attack. If you had stood up, consolidated your defense, built up your strength, and then attacked, you might have won."

"… refine"

Still, William was surprised that he could have pointed this far with a flat hand. Claude is a man of all sorts and waves, but at his climax, William also exerts incredible power.

"The same generation would be quite strong."

"Well yeah. There's one guy who's different, but it feels like Rafael and I are chasing him with a five-minute chance of winning. I don't feel like catching up."

"Huh, that kid is special. You're a real genius. It's just that heaven didn't give that kid the gift of struggle. I hate strife. I think God has a bad personality lately."

William pawns.

"Aren't you going to say even one of your complaints?

"I was going to say if I could win"

The reason Claude came to William's chamber was something that would spring naturally if it led to this Oldengard. There were plenty of winnable elements here. If I had moved what's here to Laconia, I wouldn't have had to make a futile defeat. Though intentional loss, there are more casualties than loss.

As a crime scene, there will also be one complaint.

"Why can't I use what's here from the beginning?

"I can't. That's not a bad hand, either."

"Then why!?

"Because it's not the best hand for the purpose. Just winning is not enough. The defeat of the previous stage to this point, so to speak, which ensures that the subject is retained and the best force is placed on the next hand"

William spun the pawn around and punched it hard on the board as it was. A pawn standing in a tremor falls in. Only one of them stands.

"The power has accumulated. All you have to do is open up and win as you want."

William, let's go.

"You're strong if you can't, so I'll tell you the end of this battle. Work instead. Not for me. For you, for that woman who kept you alive."

Purpose is spoken. Claude's complexion gradually changed color.

And the morning came. The tide changes from here.

The greatest advance in history, deeply engraved in the history of war, begins.