Tower of Karma

The battle between Nederks and Estado only adds to the harshness, but as a whole Laurencia has been a mild year. The skirmishes didn't really try to set up anywhere else, and every country ended up accumulating that power.

Imitation of Arcadia and the lifting of the battlefield ban on slave identities in every country, combined with efforts in its troopers. It was Nederks and Estaard who became the model case for the battlefield, which increased in absolute numbers. Estard, who had earlier incorporated his slave identity into the battlefield. Nedeluxe, who lost there and lightened his movements from that defeat, also put in his slave status.

The scale of the battle has increased, and there are aspects of the movement of other countries that have slowed down after seeing the battlefield of the dead. So much of a collision between the great armies was a miserable thing. and, at the same time, there were aspects where the victory or loss of the battle became more proportionate to national power than ever before, and the inferior could no longer be set in a detour.

Whatever the various factors, this has been Laurencia's first year in a long time. The goal finally begins to be seen in the turbulent world of warfare. Many were relieved of the matter and prayed that the turmoil would come to an end as it was.

But...

"Keep it up. Then there will be no more fighting."

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"You're not supposed to get lost, are you? Or are you afraid to lose, to lose again?... Her Majesty the Queen of Apollonia"

For the warriors, the end of the turmoil is nothing more than the loss of their place of life. Even if not, there was a long, widespread bloodshed in this Lawrencia. It is indispensable to the spark of battle, and those who seek to make it happen endlessly.

The world was on its way to stability. After a long battle, the winner and the loser are separated, and if that becomes unshakable, the turmoil will end. Already winning Arcadia and losing became the second best of Gallias, still a superpower, and there was a situation where others could not even follow.

Still, hate runs beyond reason. The ones who eat themselves and are flat cannot be forgiven. Arcadia won too much. That monster ate too much.

Hate doesn't go away. I can't wipe my anger.

I won't converge easily, I won't let you.

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Heavy blizzard, with unusual views in Valhall, an area not normally snowy. Approximately the people of Shagu, the king of that country looked out with an uncomfortable face. Seeing the snow reminds me of my hometown. I get revulsion when I think about those days when I had no power whatsoever.

The rebellious heart elevated the man to a monster. I can't even reach my voice without power. Now that I've got the power, my surroundings are straining to miss even a few whispers. People are different depending on their position and their power. Even the same words make different meanings.

A plea becomes an order. Let the man laugh at the funny.

"Your Majesty, the man has asked me to see him again."

"Drive me back. I'm not free enough to talk to the mountain master."

"But on the tenth day, there's a snowstorm outside, and I wonder if we could have one or two of the stories inside? Just a little time to crack it."

The Queen is responsible for all the running of the state, and there is no curtain for the king. I tried to lie about not having time, but the truth is that I can't help but be free during the winter months when there is actually no war.

"... I don't care"

"Yes?"

Blistering and twinkling men's eyes show the faces of their subordinates relieved by the mountain master. Ten days, this many days to drop someone relatively close to you in a civilian. Others would have already fallen. The man didn't think he cared about the 'power' of its speed and nature.

Same as when you were Blue Guido. Things that are too different from the power you seek. His power was an unacceptable thing for a man of faith in force. You see a lot of people attracted to you besides your power and your performance, and you feel like you're being denied yourself.

"If you say that much, I'll see you. If you want to talk, I want you to go home right away."

"Okay. I'll tell them right away."

A civilian who went to get someone, faster than asking about his complexion. It's not like there was anything else, but that's why I care about that underlying part. A monster who demonstrates his strengths in the part where people like him.

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"Long time no see, Sire Wolfe. It's good to see you again."

Ernst der Ostberg. Someone with an information network around the world named 'Friends', who possesses equally guerrilla warfare, and who, if gathered together in a theory, has or does not possess the warfare of a small country class - either good or bad, anyway.

He was an alarming opponent for Wolf Gank Strider, king of the land.

"What's the king of the diaspora doing in such a borderland country?

Heard of the exile. Ernst's surroundings give a glimpse of hostility. However, no change in expression was seen in Ernst at the heart. Whether you've been accustomed to being told, or the skin on your face thickens, for Wolfe no matter how you roll, Ernst never moves from the person you don't like.

"I've got one interesting suggestion for this one."

"I think there's a big opening between what I think is funny and what Temeer thinks is funny."

"Not really. If you listen to me, I'm sure you'll be looking in the same direction as us."

When Ernst signaled with his jaw, his men waiting behind him took out a bunch of parchment. Look at that. Wolfe looks grumpy.

"Can you read it to me? Unfortunately, there are only a few words I can read. I don't know how to learn."

"No, that's not the intention. It's only on condition that it's written here, and it's not the real deal. All you have to do is read this stuff, shatter it, and explain it to the king. The problem would be the big picture. Because if the king is different, the state will operate soundly."

Looking sideways at the clerks who can't hide their surprises when they look at the writ, Wolfe signals Ernst, "Just say it". Is it because Wolfe is a great person, a noble pretender, who doesn't like what he does when he smiles and snorts?

"On the terms it says there...... I want to form a coalition against Arcadia. That's my proposal, the only way to get rid of Arcadia, the momentum to drop flying birds."

There was no surprise in Wolf. Other than this kind of suggestion, there is no reason for Ernst to ask under himself. No surprise. In other words, the answer is also available.

"The reply is no. I don't want to work with Temeer and the others. I don't know who's gonna talk like that in the first place."

"Her Majesty the Queen of Apollonia says you can ride this story."

The surroundings expressed amazement at its return. Returns that even Wolfe didn't envisage. I never thought that queen would lend a hand to such a man.

"What happened?

"This story is not about personal interests in the first place. It's a story to do, a story to do. Valhall, Arkland, Estaad, and my Geheim, these three kingdoms and one force in slight force join hands, and if we stop Arcadia, the turmoil will end in this state. The time comes for Garias and Arcadia's two strongest, fewer than four. Once that happens, it's a difficult business to overturn. If you're going to overturn it, now is the only time the balance is still shaking. If we don't do it now, the Black Wolf King's fangs won't arrive. If it were a world without war, the fangs themselves would be considered useless long objects. If you sit like this, there will always be a time like that."

Wolf and I are not stupid. I didn't like the feeling of convergence. The number of wars that are clearly decreasing yesterday. Now that food support has been limited for Valhall, who takes the distorted form of a mercenary state, there has certainly been such an atmosphere that Arcadia is likely to escape in its current position as it is. Wolfe couldn't think of a way to stop it, and he's been through some teething days.

The story Ernst brought was certainly a fascinating one, apart from his feelings for the person doing it. Most of all, it's unbearable for Wolfe.

"The settlement with the White Knight also remains indefinite. It is the white knights who show their arms if it is normal. I was wondering if I would become a white knight, a name that would be passed on to future generations if it stayed this way. That's the right story for His Majesty Wolfe."

Only Ernst wanted to talk to Wolfe about the insistence he really valued. I don't care about profits or anything. We're gonna end up losing to the White Knight like this. That stabs Wolf very effectively.

It doesn't end like this. It can't be that it ends without a settlement.

This was before the king of Valhall, and it is a matter of Wolfe's very way of life.

"Did Estaard get on with this story, too?

"If you want to ride to Valhall in addition to Arkland, Estado will ride the stream again," said El Sid Campeador today.

It's up to us, but we just have to say "do it". Now we get the last chance that was gone at some point. A coalition of three countries and one force. It will be able to outperform Arcadia in both quality and quantity. Then you can fight a real white knight. Seriously, we can destroy each other.

"... today, around tomorrow, Anatole returns. Nika and the vice president are in the majority. Give me some time to discuss it."

"Of course it is. Time is finite, but only trivial differences such as a few days for the big waves we make. I'm waiting for you to believe that we can fight together."

Wolfe mocks herself for thinking of me, who has been rolled brilliantly. In the end, the opponent's pace all the time. It swallowed me up, and my heart swayed. Confidence in this proposal as seen from the departing back. The first and last big beat for them, too.

"Gather people. Talk to me ASAP. And put together what's written there."

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Now Wolfe realized he was just standing in the watershed of his time. The situation yesterday without binary or ternary. One last chance to overturn it. Noru or Soru - Wolfe's heart was shaking.

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"Are you serious?

Anatol's eyes contained colors that saw incredible things. Wolf himself, he can't believe he's trying to make that decision. Neither do the two ladies speak a word. But there is also an atmosphere of tolerance, whether you like it or not.

"I'm an idiot. I never thought the things I had since I was born would go away. Hey, it's Anatole. The battlefield you were on, Ulysses will be back soon. You think this is gonna go on? You think you can do that again and again?

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Anatol pierces silence.

There was hell. Extraordinary hell paintings among our own experiences. The warrior's promises didn't make sense, and there wasn't even a sprouting of hand-to-hand air holding back the sacrifice that somehow existed as an indiscipline. Crazy about the death of an amateur, thirsty for life and...

Tough eyes to become.

"It's my last chance. I am well aware that you are an idiot. The guy who follows you, just fools are good. I'm not going to force you to participate. He's not in. He's already on his way to convergence. He's gonna throw at Estado and Nederks."

"Seriously, stupid"

"What do you do?

"I'm a fool, too, I guess."

"I'm sorry. What do you think Ulysses's guy's gonna do?

"If you want to fight, you'll follow me. That's a knight. It's impossible for a king to leave without a knight. Whatever the answer is."

Wolfe smiled pitifully at Anatole's words. Blessed are my good men. I have the same stupid people as myself. I meditate quietly on its good fortune and the despair that lies ahead in the future. Perhaps this is the last stage for me.

No, for a race that says warrior, huh?