Tower of Karma

Time goes back to Maalburg just after the 'justice' invasion.

Valdemar had a brief but unusual anguish in his head. I swear allegiance, sister of the second prince. You, the Arcadia sun, were like a sister to yourself. Temporarily there was also a fiancée interview from Airhardt, so much so that it seriously bothered me.

But then I bowed my share and chose the path of loyalty. That would not have been a mistake. Now, isn't Arcadia still alive?

(His Majesty Julius is showing great obsession with the princess. Now the idea of not wanting to be hated yet prevails, stopping only at the clinic, but if anything, I won't help or quit. That was the atmosphere. That is why His Royal Highness Aerhardt did not even allow the edge of the elephant to be brought in as a trump card for the state. It's all for this time, Your Highness, you should say so)

William understands that, too. I understand, I don't move. Eleonora would move easily if he wished. He must also understand the subtlety. And yet they don't even try to play that role.

(That's what you're telling me to do, even get resented)

William doesn't move. And Valdemar moves. Because of that certainty, the White Knight is still immovable. My deputy is brilliant and reassuring. So I notice right away. It moves as soon as I realize it. Because if you weigh two things, a nation and a sister, then he who is loyal to the royal family will surely take the state.

Crisis of national survival. So quickly.

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"... you're just like your brother."

Eleonora's disappointment. Valdemar's heart rocks tremendously. Everything on this occasion is driven by the desire to wash away about the man who so directed it. But I can't do that. No matter how much for the country, Julius may not move in dislike. In order to move on and offer yourself...

"I don't have a hitter, Princess. That white knight, William von Lewis, is in a distressed situation when he can't even get his hands on it. You can't change the situation with the reasoning he's good at. The only way to move the mountain is to appeal to emotions. This is the only way."

"... Mr. William is in trouble."

I even use my love affair for William. Doing so is what that man thinks. I am moving as the man muscles. It's so embarrassing. Both myself and the beautiful princess in front of me, there is no longer but one way to go.

"Yes. Still, the princess would know what that man means not to be strong about it"

"Dear William,"

Tearful Eleonora. Seeing this tear, a man named William only makes a sad face that only takes care of the surface, and I'm sure his heart won't shake as much as the various waves. I hate it because I can see that. Why would a man like that think that?

I hate that man who pushed this role. I hate that man who put this situation in order.

Valdemar's eyes were filled with the colour of anger.

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Suggestions from Eleonora. An act, as if it were a play, was solemnly carried out without any detachment from the muscles. Mourning, Eleonora confessing her love, William groans that she took it and loved herself too. Valdemar saw it with the thought of revulsion.

I can see that when it swells, there is a willingness to kill. My emotions are so swirling that I can't help it.

It's better to move fast. It was decided that William would take Eleonora on his back and go solo to Garias. As soon as Eleonora gets back to her room,

"I can't forgive you alone!

Valdemar grabbed William's collar. White knight to be made but left behind. That face hasn't come up with any emotions enough to make me throw up again either. I didn't even show the surface I pitied earlier.

"When did you find out about the Allied forces in Geheim? Otherwise, we can't have the princess dropped by at this time."

"I don't know what... I just"

"Don't be silly, William! I don't know what kind of hand you used, but you were holding the information. After gripping, you chose this situation. Neither I nor the princess have a choice, you have prepared this situation! If you had held the information in advance, you could have used any hand. Some roads were unmade, such as the Arcadia existential crisis. Didn't you!?

"... there is no such path. On the other side of the road... a new era wouldn't come, would it?

Valdemar realized he was stupid. I was losing too much calm of anger.

"You're brilliant. He was sharp in his conjecture and at the same time he dictated to the princess at the same time he noticed. I also know His Highness will adore you. I wanted a man like you, too. Mr. Valdemar."

This is not a royal palace. Far from Arkas, it's this man's realm. So I stepped too far. It is best to pretend to lie and bring the information back to Airhardt. The anger exposed itself to the bills too much. I'm aware of that.

So it was inevitable that it would happen, and Valdemar let go of his hand from his collar and glanced at the white blade that stood against his own belly. Woohoo, I still can't like the man in front of me. One man, stabbing a nobleman of high rank, this man is not even shaken by fine dust. No, I'm looking down. Looking down.

"You're on your way to Arkas alone to pass on the information. Captured by Geheim on the road, he dies in battle of honor. That's muscular. Goodbye, Mr. Valdemar. You were so good. [M] He was a very easy pawn to move."

When William pulled out his sword, he saw the Dark One lurking in the shadows and left the scene. Everything is as muscular as it gets. From here on out, comedy continues.

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William's beloved horse is a gray horse that inherits the species of Anval, Grani. It is a king's horse that inherits the fastest gene and traverses long distances without slowing down. At an early age, William saw a pony that was supposed to be defective, and found the strength in his eyes, and he identified it as a horse.

When the White Knight is blank. Having built up his power, Grani grows as Arcadia's fastest horse, putting William on its back again. Never before has the horse shown his dominance as he ran through the comeback with him. A good opportunity to show off that fastest, running through while keeping the two of you on your backs is brilliant.

"That's... Dear Jan! The White Knight is here!

"Sounds like it. No, a knight with a princess on his back, huh? It's gonna be a picture."

Faster than the wind, the horse reached within Gallias territory.

Waiting is Jan von Zeekt, "The King's Spear," who is treated on par with the King's left and right at Gallias. There are several other named hundred generals.

"Hey, William's here. Urticaria."

Left and right of the king, it even stands up to the 'disease wind' Lütes. Perhaps Garias is just beginning to prepare to eat the weakened 'both sides'.

Naturally it is not a welcome mood. Teng himself, who soiled the superpower Garias, arrived. Hate hatred for taking over Marie, the samurai of the Yubo family, the king's left and right leader. Then you can't be welcomed. You wouldn't even know if you'd get in safely in the first place.

"Yes, yes. Untie the battle posture. Behind you, Second Princess Eleonora."

Meaning, you know, and Jan distributes her gaze around. It was a well-known fact that even within Gallias King Julius only showed love to Eleonora. There have been times when Tularn said that inheritance would not be created if he continued to be flirtatious.

But even in that mess, Julius didn't try to change his position. Ignoring even the advice of Lydiane, the king's brainchild, the king still wants only one. I won't take the hard way not to hate you, but...

It was only because I knew it that the meaning of the arrival of the White Knight floated behind their brains.

He came to sell the princess on his back to Garias.