Tower of Karma

Darnubius, capital of the Water God. It is divided into two strands and is a natural element called the Roulya River. The city, feared to be impenetrable, is now dominated by Arkland. Beyond the mountains on the back, the only weakness of the land to date, to the south, was the Seven Kingdoms, St. Lawrence, which did not attack themselves. With the nation that destroys it and aggressively attacks and destroys it, the undefeated city lightly renounced its sovereignty.

Until now, since the transfer of dominance to Arkland, the city has been entrusted with the protection of Euphemia of Leonvern. That there is nothing on Arkland that goes out to her right when it comes to defense, and the only weakness is that if the back becomes her own territory, the iron wall will also be extreme.

In a place like that, the big men who shake the world to gather.

"Hey Cora, what cancer are you giving me, Apollonia? Wow. You can pay back what you owe me at the King's Council right now."

Black Wolf King, Wolf Gank Strider. Laurencia's most powerful monster I admit to myself. There will be no doubt that that force is the culmination. There are only three people lined up on merit. A new giant who took on one of the most powerful stars in the world. That's this guy.

And the other one is here again.

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Goddess of War, Apollonia of Arkland. A masterpiece that, like Wolfe, slaughtered a giant star and engraved its name into history. Historically, it is said that no woman as strong as her will ever be born. Even Laurencia is rumored to be the strongest, but she has the impression that she is avoiding strong opponents, especially Wolfe, to see her recent performance and her ratings are falling for a while.

"You're a hegemonic face. That makes you laugh with the goddess of war, hey."

Behind Wolfe are the ancient strong men of the Black Mercenaries. The original origin is no big deal, but the strength built up in action is real. Hell turned them into wolves.

"I don't have much trouble being insulted by other people's kings. You're making me want to pull it out."

It is her knights who refrain behind Apollonia. Euphemia, Tristrum, etc. are all aligned with Medraut in the beginning.

"Whoa, loose out. I'm going to decide which one is going to stand on my head."

Wolf stirs it up. The one-touch air was there.

"... you two are rough because the White Knight is your opponent, right?

The air on the spot froze in an instant.

Wolf and Apollonia stiff.

"Then what is it? Did he burn with his opponent? Well, don't fight. You don't know the world, fake El Sid Campeador. Hi."

"If you see me not fighting, you will stop. I know him better and understand him than you do today."

the second generation El Sid Campeador. Elvira smiled and touched Wolfe's inverse scale. Estard is proud of the samurai who are not frightened before the fiercest. It is a powerful force to give up to El Sid and serve the next generation chosen by El Sid.

"If you look at him only on the battlefield, you'll see a sore eye later."

"Is that what you found out? I'm a warrior. I'm only willing to measure things in battle."

"That's why I'm saying it's stopped."

"... I just fucking wanted to kill Temeer more than a silent knight."

"I am disappointed. I wonder if this is the extent of the man who took our great day."

A situation in which the three of us meet each other and fight each other. It doesn't have an atmosphere where someone can fit in very well.

"Yes, Minor. It's my special treat. Freshly baked."

The air relaxed at once at the appearance of the man. The fluffy, sweet and aromatic aroma spreads and the threads of tension unwind. Above all, the laughter of the man who distributes the treat reverses this space and transforms it into something calm. Elvira fixed the misaligned glasses. The man who crawled up from the bottom of the earth, that's the young man who came up so far with one of these peculiar talents,

"Oh, Ricky's a tea clerk. Carolyn will hand out sweets with me."

The man who calls Rickhard the King and Carolina the Thousand Killers by their nicknames...

"Let's all get along. Fighting is not good. Each and every one of us is weak. This is how we come together to finally influence the world, to fight Arcadia."

Ernst der Ostberg. A man with a strange charm liked by people. No one will have emerald hair and be hostile to calm eyes. No one is uncomfortable at the same time. Such a 'monster', liked by everyone and loved by everyone.

"Don't forget that. Three kingdoms and one force, never an equal gathering. But you're all supposed to be here for agreeing to those terms. Defeat our common enemy, Arcadia, and restore order to the world. I really hope so."

It was Ernst himself who finished handing out the treats and began eating faster than anyone else to hide what. Include baked sweets in your mouth and pour tea into your mouth. Was it a little hot. It also looked like a gap where it distorted my face, creating a little intimacy and laughter somewhere.

"I have new information for everyone there. I'm talking about the White Knight, but who's interested?"

Around Ernst, only the faces of Geheim raised their hands and ignored the others.

"Well, if not, I won't tell you."

That's what they said, and I couldn't help it. Everybody put their hands up.

"Hehe, if you say so much, I'll tell you. White Knight, William Liwius was this time entrusted with the status of Count and the administration of the territory south of Malburg. Sometimes I officially got a general position, but, well, this is formal, and someday it was. But..."

territory, this arrangement is important.

"Is it falling again? And now it's windy. It's a terrible country, Arcadia."

Medraut shares his thoughts.

"But now you don't have to take the trouble of breaking up."

"Which one do we attack first? There's a white knight. South? North of King's Landing?

Elvira, Wolf was also intriguing and scrutinizing the information.

"Fair enough, everybody, calm down. Just eat some sweets and take a deep breath. It is to some extent decided what to do. And then we'll take advantage of the wisdom of El Sid and Lord Medraut to finish it nicely."

It is determined to some extent. Everyone on this occasion became interested in what that 'some' thought was. And then there was the private arena, where a monster liked by people got time to talk alone. Enough time to drop it properly.

"Come on, shall we have a whole discussion? Ask for a positive opinion."

Dark Ernst. Darnubius of conspiracy. No one can predict what the world will be like in the future right now.

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"Isn't it too thin to leave Alfred?

Marianne and Beatrice agree with Hilda's words, "That's right. That's right." It was Raphael who, as William's deputy, gained both military and political experience and became one of the leading talent in Arcadia that helped William with his troubled face.

"It is a dangerous area for Master William to go to. The Ostberg lights still don't go out, and there's a superpower right next door. You won't be able to take your eldest son to a land that's not strange to repeat whenever it comes to battlefield."

Marianne and Beatrice, who have no sound for proper reason.

"It's not the same thing that's dangerous over here. I don't even know where you're buying a white knight, but if you take the kid away from hand, that's what the assassins are pushing at."

But that's not going to rock Hilda, the kung fu of the year. Now Raphael doesn't even make a sound anymore. The truth is, I honestly don't even know what it means to let go for Rafael, and there aren't that many excuse notes.

"Shouldn't you be listening to your kids either way?

Anti-Williams to regain Russian momentum in Einhardt's adult opinion. Marianne and Beatrice send drinks of no yay yay yay. There is no reason why Alfred would want to leave his father. I am only one flesh and blood parent. It is their general thrust to say that we should be together.

"Right. Let's do that."

We were all surprised that William agreed. I thought I was definitely going to use my mouth truck to avoid it. Marianne, the William researcher, can't hide her surprise in this either.

"Bring me Alfred. I have something important to tell you."

The old servant, now alone in Taylor's mansion, nods respectfully. I left as I was and went to get Alfred.

Alfred walked into the room with an old servant as everyone sipped and watched how things were going. My body has grown bigger than before and my nose has begun to stand out. Either he looked close to his uncle and had a strange light in his blond hair and pale eyes.

"Now the fathers were talking about a place to live. My father was entrusted with the land south of Maalburg. You know the geography?

"... Yes"

Alfred was a boy who liked books. I guess it's my favorite father's imitation at the root, but the amount of reading is different than the same generation. Although the environment is too different from that of the other children at the time of so many books in the house in the first place.

"Great. Then you know what my father wants to say."

"Follow me, huh? I'm gonna go."

"Unfortunately, the latter."

Alfred's face creases and distorts. He looked like he was going to cry now, and Hilda was putting her hand on his hips watching how it was. Whoever tries to stop it (Raphael) can't move because Beatrice was extreme in the joints of his arms.

"Why do you think that is?

"... because my father hated me"

"Zero point. Alfred."

William softly embraces his own son. He was a father who didn't do much of that. My mother was in charge of this kind of thing, the type where I show my back rather than expressing my affection, show my behavior and pull it off. That's why Alfred is stunned.

"Are you having fun with the schools you're going to with the Ealis now?

"I'm studying a lot. There's a lot I know, but there's a lot I don't know."

"There are no schoolhouses in Maalburg that I built. You've been teaching Beatrice the sword lately, haven't you? I won't be able to do that either. It's not like there's no place to learn or anything you can learn over there. But the environment my father can prepare for you, even without him, thinks Arkas is the best place to be. When you think about Alfred's growth, your father will recommend you here."

William strokes Alfred's head.

"The dangers are neither the same. Let's do what we can. On top of that, Dad respects Alfred's opinion. I'll leave my point, but you can come with me if Alfred wants. It's time for you to choose your own life. First branch, how do you live?

William staring into his son's eyes. Eyes that foresee everything, deep, deep, trying to find the bottom of a boy named Alfred.

"I'll stay."

"Why?"

"... because I want to be strong"

"Why?"

"Nobody wants to cry anymore."

William smiled sadly just a little. I'll shake your head and praise you, "That's my boy". Alfred crying out on the way. I guess what I was putting up with spilled. William hugged him as much as he wanted, including that.

Probably because this will be the last time.

"This is the answer. Disgruntled, Hilda?

"... I'm not complaining. I'll take care of you responsibly."

"You don't have to spoil it. Besides, he grew up looking at my back long after I was born. Look at my way of life, imitate me, this kid is stronger than you guys think. Unlike me, I have talent. Try to load me up. You might see something interesting."

William strokes Alfred's head again. Alfred happily breaks up with each other. He was the happiest smile since Rutgard died. Is Father and Son Exchange, Heartwarming Landscape Ahead...

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White Knight. Count William von Lewius took office in Maalburg. The information spread instantly all over the world. He had also been shaken up with left-handed transitions and misconduct with the royal family, but William himself was immersed in running the territory without any particular concern.

Rude to Ostberg when it comes to undeployed land, but beyond repeated wars, the heavily worn land was a lump of stretch in reverse. William himself also moves vigorously around the territory, listening directly to those who live on the land, what they get, and putting aside a handbill for operational decisions.

The residents, who were stubborn at first, also had the lightness and vast amount of knowledge of footwork that William's lords and others had, as well as the flexibility to listen and exchange opinions well without fail. If you realize it, they were also on their own in the stream created by the White Knight.

The moment we start turning around successfully, we start doing business in collaboration by matching our own Chamber of Commerce with the areas of expertise of our people. From core agriculture to finance. Thanks to a broken once, I was able to paint with more freedom than Arkas.

Experience here formed the basis of my capacity as king. If the expanded version of territorial operations were to become state run, the experience in the land would also be a sufficient preliminary exercise.

Smooth sail. Still, I haven't been able to see the sneaking shadow.