Tower of Karma

Time goes back a little bit.

"Sister! What's the matter all of a sudden?

"We're going out."

"The general commander of this battle is El Sid. You should follow what she says. Sister, no, Your Majesty is the trump card to defeat the trump card they have hidden, so we have to wait."

"I can't forgive something shinier than me"

"... I don't know what that means"

"Are you sure? Two stars colliding over there, you don't think anything's gonna happen? You don't think I'm gonna be born with anything? I don't think so. So get out. I'll take the center. So, the reason to attack over there disappears. A new star will not be born."

Medraut couldn't look directly at Apollonia's distorted smile.

"Don't shine any more over my head"

Queen of the Red Lotus, out in battle.

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"That sounds like Her Majesty the Queen moves... okay, Elvira?

Ernst stares at 'Goddess of War' with her heavy hips up. The face is transcendent and doesn't let you grasp its sincerity. Elvira, second generation El Sid also watched Apollonia and a group of them leap forward in the formation of 'Justice', first with another slightly surprising look.

"... what are you going to do, Apollonia"

The soldiers on the front line were also bewildered by the knights who suddenly appeared. But that confusion...

"My name is Apollonia of Arkland!

Scratched out in just one word. A vibrant 'voice', so much heat that it let its brain marrow roam through its head. I just named them names, and that only exalts their mood a lot.

"Righteous people, day after day of battle, I work hard. Advantage over the big Arcadia opponent, you can call it a full battle result. But I didn't come here to wage such a battle, continuing my dominance and letting them say that I had come and made a peace in favor of the faction."

El Sid's aim is not peace, but the temperatures that anticipate the big picture, but the soldiers on the field don't necessarily understand that either. A discourse that used it well. Outside, perhaps a queen named Apollonia is not foolish. He also had the dexterity to use the part that El Sid didn't dare say.

"I'm here to win!

The atmosphere trembles. Apollonia hair, unlikely but red lotus hair looks upside down. As if it were a flame, the burning heat that was engulfed is like the melting heat that erupts from the bottom of the earth.

"Ravage all the enemies in front of you, crush without a single soldier, burn, wear, eat, conquer the horizon you see here, even beyond it! I'm here for that!

The impossibility of deciding once and for all, albeit dominance, would have been stressful for soldiers in general. In particular, the unfamiliar slave classes and recruits in the first line should have been about to be crushed by them. That's why they soak in flames. It's easy, I'll keep my heart.

"Good land! Wheat to the south, iron to the north, whatever. Try to conquer all the great Arcadia. All of us on this occasion enslave the Arcadians, surrounded by crops that have made the slaves serve and make, food that is overflowing, so that the nobles can live as they please! Imagine the future of victory you've taken! Bread, gold, booze, women want it, but not yet!

Apollonia's Red Lotus burns their hearts out. Naturally, those who resented Arcadia, but even those who did not have shards of such a thing held a flame in their hearts. She burned it. I don't think so, a flame that can't sprout.

Word forced me to burn it.

"Let's begin the conquest! Drive away one enemy in front of you! Don't think of them as people. Remember our name, our righteousness! Our name is' Justice ', and righteousness is always ours! Put down the hammer of justice on Arcadia, the evil, wicked, outrageous nation of the world!

And make ourselves all affirmative. It gives the illusion that it is the right thing to do, and makes it true to their hearts. Flames and illusions, people trample humanitarianly with just that. They don't think the subject is the same in the first place.

"It's a good day. All of you, live with me, die with me. All units, assault!

The finish has a superb voice color, making it as comfortable as if it had been whispered in your ear despite the voice that reaches everyone. The 'goddess of war', just confused with the incarnation of God, the feeling of battlefield idols leaning against themselves, blew them off to the other side of the summit.

The great flame burned at once.

"We are the righteous!

A flame of justice strikes the Arcadian army.

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"You did it, Apollonia"

Even the Estado soldiers, who were supposed to be their own pawns, were burned. El Sid bites his teeth at that fact. Never a sensible story. If you ask calmly, the shards of the content, the lines of a bastard who doesn't even have a piece of character. Still, if she says so, that's the truth, and above all, it's right.

"No, I was pretty confident as a motivator, too. You can't win that one. Through such a mess, it's an overwhelming advantage."

"I admit talent. But until he destroyed the battlefield that was carrying him to a corner advantage, he made him choose a short-term showdown that united the total power that would drain both armies. The sin is heavy. Even if we win here, there will always be distortions coming somewhere. It's a stupid choice."

"Not all people are right. As Arcadia took my country and my loved ones, so is Arcadia, and that's why we have to lead you right. Really amazing, what is a goddess of war? I can't have them all, and they look like I hate them. I wonder what's so different about these warriors."

Ernst's eyes were pregnant with unusual cold. There are no enemies or allies in that gaze.

"Ma, it doesn't make sense to think about things much further. Let the momentum prevail here. Wolfe, I'm sorry to bother you, but it's true you want to decide the battle within the quiet rear."

"There's no hand I can point at him"

"Is that really what you think?

Ernst's gaze. El Sid shook for a moment.

"It doesn't work that way. We are a Lotus of Trustees in Justice. You know that, don't you? Because I will not tolerate betrayal."

Behind Ernst was Lester and Caroline holding back. Both samurai immersed themselves in the dark world. It is lost in the dark at night, and its blade will easily scratch its throat. Only a very small number of monsters, such as opponents, who cannot be assassinated.

"I know. That's why I want to go back and forth to the best."

"I believe in you. I know you're smart."

Those eyes, probably nobody believes. Even allies. Everything I believed in was in the past. The last one, his stupid brother, betrayed himself and went another way. It is unacceptable. So I followed him to the end of the earth and made Lester stop. I have nothing to believe. It's all gone.

"Come on, win, Apollonia. I believe in your power."

Ernst smiles. The smile doesn't have the warmth of previous years.

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Apollonia's appearance, this is what the Arcadia faction was waiting for. Wolf, Apollonia, one of them protrudes. He waited for a tactically impossible dispersion of power, a light hand that could be a bad hand. It's the only place.

"Please!

"Leave it to me."

The second generation Kensei, Gilberto von Osvalt, comes out in formation.

"Follow me, Beatrice. Take Apollonia's neck in the Osvalt total!

"Yes, brother!

Kensei genealogy, they also waited to rally their total strength to fight. Every man is master of the sword, and their flock is it, the sword. Osvalt, a group of swordsmen proud of Arcadia, finally made his move.

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Apollonia smelled a strong herd coming by intuition. Especially the man at the head shoulders himself. The moment I felt that way, a dark shadow fell on Apollonia's appearance. Also, a presence appeared alongside me. I find that strongly disgusting.

Thoughts made me aware in the battle against the White Knight. The reality of rejecting thoughts engraved in a heroic king. Wishes and reality conflict. I can't reach myself permanently. So whoever already stands on top is good. It's not good, but it doesn't matter what I do now. If you don't keep your eyes in contact and keep them out of sight. As we make it a Black Wolf King.

Instead, he takes a different hand for those who stand in line.

"Slightly skew the path. Sir Tristrum, keep moving."

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Apollonia laughed. My old self would have happily penetrated it. Dreaming maiden, pursuing the apex, if she was the girl who wanted to be a star in the blink of an eye, she did.

"The opponent is a sword. Sir can win."

"We will surely win"

"I asked you, my knight. We light the flames as we detour. If we improve our morale and divide one person into two, we can win easily."

Apollonia avoided engaging with rival enemies. I'm not the maiden I dream of anymore. The stars that approach you will surely drop. I have to be there, at least number two, until I fight him. Until I fought the white stars, which I chose.

"Down, Kensei"

Apollonia mourned.

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"Dear brother!?

Osvalt's assault...

"This mighty arrow, the famous failnote in the rumors"

"He's a bowman! Everybody stay alert!

He was crushed forward the bow cavalry led by the bow knight Tristram. The ultra-range of the failnote was distinguished and others combined with a range and precision that drew a line with a normal bow cavalry, and was hailed as equivalent in strength to a bow cavalry led by Eurydice.

Tristrum that deals with failnotes that even nail gilberts. A bow cavalry that doesn't even give Osvalt, whose sword is the main force, a gap to fill between them. I can't do anything without getting into my own time with some master. The horseback riding squad led by Tristram had completely sealed off Osvalt.

"We can't do anything to increase our vigilance. There are no more romances on the battlefield."

"Cross your sword with Master Gilberto! The name" Goddess of War "is obsolete!

"From the time he called his name, and from the time he defeated his hero king, he shall not dream. It's an abomination, for us and for him."

Tristram whispered in a voice no one could hear. The failnote is then used to complete the gill belt. Now Arcadia has lost her trump card.

Apollonia boosts morale. The war situation leaned at once.

The whispers heard in the distance, Osvalt and the others distorted their faces.

The expression of Tristrum remained dark, approximating the 'righteous' faction boiling in joy.

"Come quickly, white knight. Hurry up and save him."

Tristram shakes his head pitifully.