Tower of Karma

The Wolves can't stop complaining about the sight that is spreading in front of them.

Continuously following enemy forces. At first, it was still meant to win. 100,000, 200,000, if it's 'justice' as a whole, it's not the number you can't get out of. Once you leave, it's not a bad idea to intercept in Arkland, former St. Lawrence territory. Yes, I was thinking.

But the forces unfolding in front of us are clearly more than expected, and that also continues to grow. A bunch of people who have never even seen a mercenary above Wolfe and others if it's just a history of war they've been on the battlefield for a long time. Its visual effects were immense.

The thought of winning doesn't boil dust either. My heart keeps crushing. Arcas, which until earlier looked like a mountain of treasure, is now looking like a giant wall. A flock of moving people, the hills filled with people.

"... Captain, what do we do?

Soon Anatole, who was rendezvous with Wolf's troops, asks.

"I'm with you on how many more miscellaneous fish there are. I'll smash it from the front!

"Is that the answer as king of Valhall, leader of the Black Mercenary Corps?

"If you don't want to, you can leave. Mercenaries are the ones who come, who don't refuse, who don't leave."

"No, let's go out. I'm the deputy commander of the Black Mercenaries."

A group of raw fools gathered. They were forced to ignite a fighting spirit that was shriveling. We have the strongest man on us. There are no formations he couldn't get out of poking around. I know there were a few times when I was younger.

"What about Eurydice?

"Leave me alone. I'll hurt you. You'll break your temper."

Wolfe was painfully prepared to chase away the 'thunder' that had struck him by surprise with a super-range bow, tearing nearly half of it apart. I suffered some hand injuries, but as a result I was able to crush one flying tool. Eurydice's face was a sight to behold.

"Well, go ahead. To make a legend."

"The most powerful legend of the Black Mercenaries,"

"Let Nika hear it."

"Oh, Fenris will want to hear about the martial arts, too"

"Looking forward to it."

"Really."

One breath. Wolfe ran out with the horse. Everyone follows its back without hesitation. They believe. The strongest of its backs in the world, and the many miracles its backs have caused. Miracles happen again.

"Come on, it's war time!

"Wow, wow, wow!"

Because our king is the man who takes the pinnacle.

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Apollonia was smiling thinly when she saw the sight. It won't arrive, until you fight that man. The final showdown, Apollonia's wish was to reach a glorious end. How to end a hero that no one can complain about. He dies after his best battle on the battlefield.

What a sweet ending.

"What will you do, Your Majesty?"

Medraut has thrown words at me. Apollonia reacts to the word "Your Majesty". Yes, Apollonia is the Queen of Arkland. The king who keeps their lives.

"That's all the people. I can't complain about running away."

Votigan's remarks would be the best. A sight that was not found in the history of war existing in Laurencia. Running away from something like this can't complain or anything. However, it would lose its special brilliance as a giant star.

"What would Sir and the others do if I said I wouldn't run away?

Apollonia's eyes were floating somewhere bright.

"I'm going out with you. If I left my sister alone, my daughter would hate me, wouldn't she?

Medraut said he was coming with us.

"Sorry, but we're good together. I'm going down. Just like then."

Votigan rejected it. Apollonia gave a sad look for a moment, but soon conveyed a longitudinal acknowledgment of her re-holding neck. Votigan and the others leave silently. Still, most knights waited for Apollonia's judgment without moving.

"Don't resent Votigan. That's normal. All I have left here are idiots. And my sister is the biggest idiot. Be stupid, let's go flashy for the last time"

"... you've always helped me. Thank you."

"Fine. I like it. If you'd told me to, I would have rebelled, but Father didn't want anything from me. That was a twisted way to capture it, but, well, being a parent, I finally got the idea. Outside, I think I was loved, too, I guess."

I grew up without knowing the love of my parents. Some love I don't know, I don't let you know. There are no two thrones. I can't treat the two the same way. I guess that's why Ark took the distance. Because there is nothing more cruel than giving to those who do not.

Growing up, being a parent, somehow I understood that. Then I stopped loathing half the blood I hated so much that I could forgive everything. It also creates pity for those who are given at the same time.

Destined to be king, the overflowing talent clouded even the eyes of the arcs and knights who knew the world. No, it is not cloudy. Just had already sprouted by then. More than that. They gained strength by not being given. The Apollonia given was not spoiled there, but it would still not have been as greedy as they were. You can't even be.

For they were born in the earth, and Apollonia was born in heaven.

"One last battle, please, Your Majesty."

The difference is now. It's a woman, so there's no excuse. He's inferior to the woman, and now he's the one at the top. A man who moves a huge herd that no one had even imagined. Talent makes up for it with effort. Even the strength of the battle can be outweighed by technology.

"Follow only those who want to die with me!

"Answer!

That need an opportunity to visit, she said it was too late. As soon as they realize, they go ahead, and now the man who was the least talented in that stands above everyone else. At this moment too, I can see the definition of 'strongest' in the world changing.

I'm sure a hero called a giant star will never be born before this. I feel that way.

"My flame, don't insult me, White Knight!

The red star bursts. Flashly, exaltedly, the flames rose.

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Two moving armies. William had a pathetic look on his face when he saw it. I feel their fighting spirit and strength even on this occasion. I can also see that it's coming towards me. If I'm serious, I'd like to try some polished moves. If I suppress the battle, I will do less damage. Excuses turn heads. An excuse to fight, springing up as much as he wanted. William refused to do that.

"I'm sorry. I'm not willing to do what I want. I mean, it's not what you want either."

William briefly conveys the instructions. With this huge herd, detailed instructions can cause your legs to stop. And there's no need for such detailed instructions.

You can just move on. Win if you hit it. I need some ideas on how to hit it.

"Liddy, how about a station downstairs? I'd like to talk to you about the harbor."

"... you won't brace yourself when the war begins."

"That's why you're telling me, right? He said he wasn't interested in the things that turned out to be."

William grins deliberately.

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Kyle had a bitter grin at the sudden repetition of the war situation.

(I see. I hate this. That wolf is obsessed)

I won. At that moment, the board is overturned. Anecdotes of white knights in my ears more than once. I'm also somewhat sorry to see the Great Reversal play up close. Well, this has also taken off the predicament, so I can just think overlooking, and until a while ago, it was far from the other side that you were screaming for miracles or anything to help me.

(I can't be more cautious than I still have wolves and queens left... but what am I supposed to do?

The most efficient thing is to fight the Wolf King and stop this leg. If that succeeded in this situation, the wolf would have killed. This should be the most efficient way to decide a battle.

(Let me help you with something for the last time, Al)

Kyle sends a gaze far away, out of sight, out of reach. Seeing this point from that spot wouldn't even look like a bean grain. Still, Kyle had certainty.

This gaze arrived, and...

"... don't do it, you idiot"

"What is it, Mr. Kyle?

"King of gladiators, you have it on your face!

"... leave me alone. And I'm gonna take my seat off a little bit."

"Where are you going?

"For the wild."

Kyle runs his horse in a good mood. Connected intentions, connected intentions. Just like back then, I'm immersed in such sentiments. For each other, this is' poison '. Even if I know, my cheeks loosen.

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"Aren't you pointing to one station?

William returns to me when Lydiane asks. Lydiane smiled bitterly when she saw that face.

"Did you see anything sketchy? Your face is loose."

"... no, it's nothing. It's just been a long time, Arkas, and I'm sentimental."

"Are you such an asshole?

"It's surprisingly sensible. That's what it looks like."

"Bullshit. If I win, the harbor fee will increase by 10%."

"I don't mind. If I win, vice versa."

"... you don't seem to think you're going to lose"

"Just like this fight."

"Absolutely Beat"

An instant encounter. "Poison" that must not be immersed, but soaked in its body. It doesn't arrive anymore. Shards when they were glowing even hard and painful. If you throw it away, it won't.

It's still lurking somewhere in this body. I'm sure this won't go away for the rest of my life. I have 'now' because I have this. I have 'ahead' because I have this.