Tower of Karma

Suddenly, the appearance of the General increased tension on the battlefield at once. As well as the two facing each other, the Daltanians and Lancelot, who are in a remote place, will also be in shape. There's not as much pressure as I thought in the atmosphere I felt, but that's why I had a fear that I didn't know what was coming out.

"Wow, I can still do it too"

The face of the fluttering standing Beatrice was pale. Her heart was so broken in front of the 'death' she would experience for the first time in her life.

"Out of the way."

William cutting it off in a nutshell.

"But..."

without even looking at the eating beatrix.

"I will serve as your lord. The bridge is abandoned, retreated. I'm not gonna tell you again."

For a moment, the intense killing intent felt only by the two standing in front. My eyes say things about my mouth. "Is it real," laughed Loran. What position do I stand in the world right now? Fight this man and you'll see. Marie also showed a different willingness to fight than earlier.

No one is watching Beatrice anymore. All eyes are on the White Knight.

"... Are you strong?

"I don't know. I don't feel pressure, but my instincts say back off."

Loran and Marie were just one point, staring at William alone. Terrible gravity. This man has something to keep all eyes on this place to himself. The legend that has built up threatens them without fading beyond seven years.

"I'm an experientist. I'll try."

"I'll pick up the bones. Go back, for Garias."

"Aisa!

Fluffy, if you think you've risen with a lightness like cotton wool, Loran reaches the highest speed in an instant. If it's just acceleration, it could be faster than Wolfe. Genius hence the body, aimed at the white knight's neck.

(There is no horror. I don't think you can win. Are you sure this man took the black gold?

Loran stuffed between. From here on out, as just now,

(With this one hand, identify!

William turns to receive in response to Loran's sword. After touching that sword is the true summit of Loran. It flushes with a soft touch like a blade and leaves the opponent's sight with momentum intact. The opponent is prepared for a collision and is surprised by the infinitely diluted small impact. No, you wouldn't even realize you collided if you weren't so masterful.

That's Loran's sword. An untouched sword created by nature. Salomon, who gave Loran the law of war, named the sword this way.

"White Clouds," and.

"I've always wondered."

It's untouchable,

"You were the only one who didn't show me the bottom of the King's meeting or when I went over there afterwards."

A sword that manifested the essence of the man without being bound to anyone. A weapon that sings about the freedom allowed by genius. No force, no speed makes sense. There were opponents who couldn't win. But no one has broken this sword. No -

"Finally...... I can see"

I wasn't there.

Lorraine, Marie, a violent quake runs on all those who watched it.

"So, what's ahead?

An untouched sword bound that freedom. The sword stops in the hollow, unable to take one physical movement. When it comes to imminence, you dress up, but for those who know Loran's sword, that's the first sight to see. In view of the nature of 'white clouds', equilibrium is equal to loss. It becomes just a form of defeat with one hand.

By the faint blood that drifts fluffy. The smell of death leaves a bad residue on my nose.

"There's a gap!

Marie's sword revealed herself by slitting Loran's hair flowing beside her. It's so pretty that it can't be compared to a sword that looked like a beatrice until earlier. William flashed a sharp blow. Of course it's woven. The "Silver Crown" sword has as much derivation from here.

"Good sword. Damn, Garias is a treasure trove of talent, really."

But the sword never derived. William touches Marie's wrist with his left hand. The movement disappeared from the endless' silver crown 'with just that. I don't feel any pressure from calm William. You look like you can always win. The sword, it looks like it's about to arrive.

"Why don't you come to us? Why don't you join me on King's Road?"

Cool eyes. Many will be fascinated by its soft light. However, for these two, not only for these two, but also for those who are somewhat extreme, their eyes feel terribly obscure. The two of them took a distance without thinking about it, without pursuing it. The movement is a reflex by instinct, and as a warrior it is a bad hand to lose two hands.

"I'd be shocked if they refused. I'm sorry, really, I'm sorry."

William laid his sword at the end of it all. The battle is not over yet. We're not dead ourselves, and this is the middle of the battlefield, too early to hand over the sword.

"I'd like to make the most of the best people I can."

William turned back on his heels with his hands up. It is a signal to the top. Arrows pour down in response to signals. An arrow of intimidation pouring down into that space where the two of them took a distance. If you step in, you shoot relentlessly. It also seemed like he was saying so.

"Minutes are bad for two opponents. I'll let you back off."

William tells her to shake it off. You can't beat the two opponents while you break their special. Without pursuing a man who was slowly retreating, the two could only be dropped off. Scream that experience is not the opponent you can't win. Instinct barks that you can't win. It was only certain that the two moves had been broken, as a matter of fact, which was right and which was wrong.

"The battle has just begun. Garias, I wish you good luck."

Daimon's mouth closes. The figure of the white knight disappears.

Leaving a mystery, the White Knight disappeared again from the battlefield. Bad aftertaste encounter for Garias. The fact of retreat is heavier than the fact of not being punished. I couldn't kill either Galias or two of the leading militants. I can't help but feel something bottomless because I can't feel so much pressure. Something is different than it was seven years ago. The sword, the atmosphere, everything looked different.

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Major generals scattered between East, West and North were gathered in the main Garias formation. Banjaman to the east, Adan and Adon to the west, and Arsene, deputy general of the Golden Knights, led by the 'Golden Crown' to the north, gather. A place for all armies to share information and visions beyond tomorrow. The information was already available and it was time for scrutiny.

"- That's what happened today. Do you have any questions?

Everyone is silent. No questions, I silently urge you to move on.

"Then let's move on to the meeting. First of all, with regard to the most important thing I was able to confirm today. Confirm William Lewius at the south gate of Maalburg. This revealed a hand tag that would be lying on the ground. Ambush will be a force led by Gregor von Thunder"

"Right. Determination is dangerous, but he will be the only one who will be applicable in that it can shape the battlefield. Our Golden Knights have already explored the hidden passages, discovered and crushed three places because of Paul's life. Now I'm wondering if the art of escaping Malburg from the north has almost disappeared."

Arsene is a man belonging to the private knighthood of Jean-Paul de Yubo. He is himself a hundred generals and in good position as the sequence is twenty-one. The theory was not based on the position of Paul's deputy general, but was considered to be a person who could look further up if he moved as a master general. I don't feel like it in person.

"The East as well. Two spots found. I'm still searching, but there won't be any more to see how it's hidden and placed. We're gonna keep an eye on the ambush and the way out."

Banjamann answers clerically. As a general, it is a matter that must be of interest, but as a samurai, I am not interested in this hand-minded hand in any way, and this man with no back surface immediately appears on his face.

"" Three places west, I guess. Probably still have it. If you're going to exile, this side is your destiny. The way out of the Royal House of Ostberg, the number of which, on the contrary, doubts the qualities of the Royal Family. ""

Adan, Addon is as usual. They seemed to do all the things they liked, but they both did enough that the guidelines needed to do well. Excellent because you can make play on it.

"No south. I assumed Garias would attack me. If I could make it, I wouldn't even have a way out or anything. I'm looking, but I don't think they'll ever find me."

The Daltanians closed with information from the south.

"Is this what sealed the White Knight in Malburg? Shall I shake it a few more times? Adam, Adon, you can eat some more."

"Not until yesterday."

"I could have played some more, though."

"Today's opponent won't move until he's unscrupulous."

Lydiane put her hand on her chin for an uncommonly weak answer. There's probably no way for the two of you to go out of sight. It is not a phase of impotence, and the purpose of shaking William has almost been accomplished just because he was able to locate him in the first place. I also refused to leave.

"If so, let's not. You can lose momentum on the others. Especially on the east side, fights with 'White Bear' will be fun, but you don't have to take risks. It is vital to maintain the siege. What are you going to do if Lutes is patient with you?"

Banjaman quietly bowed his head without a sound of a goose. Still no movement to the left or right of the king. That is Lydiane's instruction. There is only one breakthrough to break the siege. Using ambushes would increase the odds. It's the combination that should be vigilant, and that's why we make room for each army. Even if you are assaulted, you have the power to buy time for other troops to rescue you.

"If we continue the siege, we will soon run out of food. Try to maintain the status quo while guarding against ambushes, etc."

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The king's brain began to answer that it was good as it was. There must be no slight anxiety, and therefore there must be no shaking of the first will. If you get lost, head back to King's Road. There are royal roads on the main road. Nothing beats the Royal Road of the Rock. The elements that could form gaps should have been quite crushed.

"If you say so."

"I heard Lorraine and Marie engaged the White Knight."

"" What's it like?

Everyone's gaze gathers for two. Loran looked troubled and put his head on.

"No, they stopped me, my sword"

"Same goes for me. We were both set up and stopped."

Seeing as the two militants perceived it, the confusion of those who were not on the south side deepened.

"I didn't feel so much pressure from the atmosphere, and I didn't think it was so much force or speed. However, I was wondering if being able to handle my sword meant that I was equipped with either technology or nature to a high standard. Is that about right?"

"If I were to add, there was an unusual death odor from his sword"

"Uh, it sure smelled like it. You mean, did that guy really stay off the battlefield for seven years? I don't care what you think of that smell... I feel like I'm slaughtering a hundred people or two"

"A hundred or two hundred doesn't make it smell like that. How much do you think we slaughter in the year? If you put together a heterogeneous odor, death, among such warriors, a thousand or two thousand is no stranger to slaughter. Anyway, it was unusual. I'm not really the kind of person you want to hang out with."

Same on the right.

Listening to Lorraine and Marie is not clear. You can't help it if this happens because you two don't have a clear answer. It doesn't change who you should be wary of. I have a proven track record of breaking Strakles. Although seven years ago.

"It was just a different vibe than it was seven years ago, obviously. I don't know if that's going to be the surface or the back for Garias. Anyway, let's do our best. Let's not show any gaps, let's show him the battle of kings carefully. We are Garias. Garias has to win."

Thoughts shared equally by all. The pride of a superpower. Constant victory is our mystery. That reminds everyone of Daltanian. Win and take for granted, and remind them of that heavy pressure. It's not a light one. Let them reaffirm the weight of the responsibilities they bear.

Because that weight is the strength of Garias.

Disband yourselves and return to your ranks. The battle will continue tomorrow. Though the opponent has a warrior advantage, the White Knight, the monster who has performed many miracles, sticks up as he prepares for the next hand. Some armies seem relaxed, but rather such an army is the one whose tension in the important part is out of digits.

The third day has passed. I wonder what moves are ahead of the next morning sun.

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Day four, no movement. Five, six days, a battlefield that steadily progresses as Galias thought. The Arcadia side desperately tried to retain morale, but it was difficult to stop what had slowly begun to fall, and the Garias army, which did not show any gaps, had a combined giving up mood.

Food limits are close, and supplies remain lagging behind. The deserters grew more and more, coupled with Jean-Paul de Yubo's generosity of them, and the morale of those who remained showed a further decline. The limits are already visible, even if there is no appearance of persecution.

If we keep this up, Arcadia, the White Knight will be defeated. Still, there are no gaps in Garias, and there is no way to loosen the siege's hands. Complete blockade, Gallias' victory was one step away.