Tower of Karma

"What's the situation!?

"Laconia falls. This interrupted my contact with the old Ostberg territory!

"Can't you even get in touch with General William!?

"Every route has been seized by enemy forces, and all orders have been crushed."

"Damn, that's just the only one with a head, Ostberg. It's troublesome to have a land survey."

Arcadia under a steep turn. A mysterious mixed army that suddenly appeared assaulted Arcadia. Garias, the victory taken from the Nederks fluctuated Laurencia's balance of power dramatically. Laurencia's second-largest national power and strength with the White Knight of the Admiral. That's why Arkland's direction was almost alert at this time of year.

The skirmishes aren't so impotent now Arkland. That assumption gives birth to this situation. I don't know if the country that's attacking Arcadia today is anything other than Garias.

"What do you think of as an outrage in Arkland or a mixed army of Valhall, Arkland and Estaard, mainly in Geheim? The army with two giants and the field are foolish. Plus, there's a whole bunch of strongmen, Estado, counting. Can you win this fight?

It was the power of the state that made it second, but only the appearance. Garias, the battle against Nedeluxe drains a great deal of human and material resources and is doing everything in its power to rebuild the city. It looks splendid, but the contents are not so strong.

"Gather your strength anyway! Slaves or whatever. Can you replace your belly on your back?

If we survive here, there's no point in ever winning. The time of the Pacific is coming soon. Events with arrowheads that were preparing for where they were. Alarming Enemy, Enemy attacked at a time of hatred for Arcadia.

The enemy knows it very well. That's why it's so troublesome...

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Hilda finished her business of picking up the guys who were going to be school students and telling them where to go to the battlefield. Throw the students raised by hand salt into the vortex of fierce battle. There's no way my chest won't hurt. Naturally I wanted to make you debut on a battlefield that was a little easier.

Still, Arcadia is in a situation where she wants to use her cat's hand. Neither have the soldiers advanced so far as to throw soldier aspirants in slavery into the battlefield. Exactly as a meat shield, a wall to slow the loss, they were building a pile of corpses.

"Where are we going now?

Ignaerts, a teacher at the same school, asked. The teething feelings are the same among those who suffer injuries that do not make it out of the battlefield. That's why I questioned Hilda's slightly brighter look.

"Kind of. There's been a guy who's been dictating since that law was enacted. So, the firepowder descends on the existence that his cliché should protect. Then we'll fight. Doesn't that mean now? You're lying if you don't fall here."

"Is Mr. Hilda that obsessed?

"It's an old memory... but it's not even haunting. There's nothing wrong with that."

Hilda smiled. Confidence to stay there grows with every reminder of that day. That day, she did see. The monster will defeat hundreds of fierce men.

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Kyle was finishing her routine training and bathing in water. My daughter looks at it with a boring look on her face. Recently, the shadow of a woman wandering around my father. Accompanied there. For some reason my father's archery raises the fever. It was as if they were preparing to put in heat.

A woman, Hilda, appeared as if I had targeted her.

"It doesn't look like I'm in the mood. Is it time for you to be motivated?

The moment she shows up, her daughter, Mira, boos from the top of the tree, "Oh, my God, oh my God". Hilda totally ignored it and flushed it out to show it. That's adults, I'd say, but this is not the first time this situation has happened.

At first he was furious and chasing around. But Hilda couldn't catch up before the lightness of her mother's concession, and this spare expression was a bitter measure that she would at least wear just her outfit. I don't even have to think about what you think inside.

"Well, it depends on the terms."

It was Mira who was surprised by Kyle's remarks. I jump on my father's head and don't hesitate to punch him in the top of his head. "Hey fool, very crushed, are you willing to leave your pretty daughter or this daughter unhappy," he said, not stopping his beating hand. It is quite a violent sight.

However, Kyle doesn't seem to shake it.

"Conditions?

"I want you to protect this child. I'm still too young to be alone. I have no relatives or friends to keep. Mira is the most important thing to me. I can't move without this girl safe."

Mira's fist stopped at Kyle's words.

"Of course I'll take care of it. Still, I'm a school teacher and a kid named 'Taylor' would be like a mountain. There's nothing wrong with just one or two more people now. I can't treat him special, but I think it would be better for him to play and compete with his generation?

When I heard about the school, Mira's movements stopped completely. It's not like there was no interaction with the same generation. However, it is also true that my father Kyle was inert and had a narrow circle of friends.

"Right. Will our daughter go to that school? That's not a bad suggestion."

What floats behind Kyle's brain is the midnight training, the time is early because that's where the vessels were still only available and now it's a splendid studio. It must be about that man. My son should also be thrown into a circle of people without special treatment.

If we could have been friends there, if we could have been competing, elevating and helping each other, we might be able to go where we could not have been, could not have reached. It's a discretionary story, but Kyle strongly hopes so.

If that's what you want...

"I was away from action a long time ago. I don't know if it helps, but if the place where we live has been put in a state of distress, let's take the sword. Besides, I have to show you a little bit of a good dad."

This battle leads to the future.

"But, Father, everyone says the battlefield is dangerous."

"That's not wrong. I'm scared too, Mira."

"Then let's not. I don't have to go to school."

"But your father is going to war."

"Why? Even though you're scared?

"I'm scared. I don't want Mira to feel that scare. I don't want you to come near me, so your father goes. A white knight changed the world for me. Me, too, says you can fight, you can choose, I'm sure her hero says. I'm not allowed to give up because I can't choose, anymore. I fight to protect you. This country gave me a choice."

Kyle hugs Mira as much as he wants. And let go. Mira looks up to her father in loneliness. Smiling where he was, Kyle looked up to heaven.

There are no more chains that bind me to this world. He won't tell you to fight. Whatever you want, I'll do whatever you want. I'm sure he laughs mischievously at Kyle with his angry face. I changed it, what are you gonna do?

(I'll take a look at the view you've been seeing. I'm not as greedy as you are, but I'll show it to you for a bit. So you don't have to panic. Keep your calculations for winning slowly)

Kyle clenched his fist. Hilda is convinced when she sees the height of her fierceness that dwells there. The monster wasn't fading that day. Maybe the sight the three of us saw that day will save Arcadia. To the extent that it seemed so, the atmosphere in which only the wafers could be felt deviated greatly from the assumptions.

(I'll protect you, you knight.)

Finally this man starts. The time has come for Kyle, the most powerful gladiator transformed into a legend, to be known to the world, outside Arkas.

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On the divided side, there was also a hustle and bustle in the former Ostberg territory ruled by William and others. Already the territory around Laconia was invaded by a group named 'Justice'. The flag was Ernst, which meant that the Hordes were fighting for fear that they would go south and be reclaimed.

"What will you do, Master William?"

aristocrats assembling to Malburg one after the other. It was obvious to everyone that it was a good physical evacuation, although he was nagging to work out future measures. The nobility of the martial arts field was spared as much as possible to isolate William, and it was also a bad idea that all the civilian fields were consolidating their surroundings.

"... 50,000 is the limit of precision even when you gather your power. Including slaves. I can't do that. I'm gonna cut it off with a blade I'm gonna give you back for poking me in the back."

"Why don't we summon a defensive team to Gallias?

"It's inside the gathering. This side is using the inviolability treaty to reduce manpower as much as possible. It's just a strain to look good."

There were no personnel to avoid against the country's nostalgia, swollen territory at once. The former Ostberg territory used the inviolability treaty with Gallias all the time here, without breaking the power of war. The situation convinced William as well, but he never thought it would be taken so backwards.

"Besides, Garias is bound to move if the situation is known. Well, there's no way to prevent that. Let's be honest. This situation is blocked."

"You must be a hero who's done miracles many times, right?

"I am not a wizard. I've worked out a winnable arithmetic, created a winnable situation, and that's why I keep winning. They couldn't let me do that. There's nothing I can do. Unfortunately."

William said his stupidity for not getting suggestions taken in the dark. William was the only one who was somewhat afraid of this situation, even though his deputy's face was distorted. What he was right remains in the Minutes of the House of Lords. Whether it was tampering or not,

(This is not the case when we are impersonating responsibility. It is not this man that Geheim's chief, Ernst, hates. I hate a country called Arcadia, itself. Then His Royal Highness could fall in front of him again. We have to do something.)

The deputy glanced at the complexion of his Lord. Not optimistic, but not a desperate look either. There's something here. I don't know how. I don't know if there's a lot of them.

(Didn't you mean to go down to Garias?

Jan von Zeekt's escape, previously a general, left Arcadia with a great deal of wounds. Repeat that again and the hearts of the people will not be able to bear it. From the state, my heart breaks away from the royal family. Then you can't fight.

"Sir Arventrot is here from Eisenberg! We've been pushing on and on."

"Be polite. With the help of the gods, we will not survive this national disaster."

"Ha!"

William blames his men for coming to report. Seeing that, the deputy made a bitter face. They gave up their duties and came looking for an umbrella called the White Knight to see what the hell they could do to the people who had fled here. You know as well as William that their power is of no use, you speak of such thin things.

"What are you thinking?

The deputy abandoned his role and glanced at William.

"Don't look so scared. Mr. Valdemar. The situation with me, if you can do something about it, I want to do something about it. But I can't. To me."

And then William said, That grin is still abominably spare...

(to me...... no way!?

Valdemar looked at William with an eye that saw something incredible. The root of that margin, if Valdemar had just come up with it...

Eight way blocked Maalburg. Now, I haven't even been able to make a move.