Tower of Karma

Engagement of Arcadia hero William the White Knight and First Princess Claudia from the founding of the Lawrence League State El Touré. And the fall of King Eduart. This year has seen state-scale cases rolled up continuously and now at the end of the year.

White Knight Again Birth of the White King. Formal weddings and crowning ceremonies take place simultaneously. Such a big, congratulatory incident at the end constituted sufficient fuel to fanaticize the Arcadian people.

Arcadian people pushing from afar to see this ceremony at a glance. The area around the royal palace is filled with people, and it's a struggle to protect them.

As king, William's first job was to make him enter the ceremony's main venue. Initially, his men, including Raphael, were about to randomly make a nobleman-centered candidate, but William made him stop doing it and do it completely randomly. There is no unity in the squares of the Royal Palace, although we have secured seats for invitees and guests from other countries.

The situation of aristocracy, citizens, peasants, slaves and thousands of others perplexed the person of the moment.

The nobles would have been unhappy. Why are we not entering the venue and stepping into the royal palace to the citizens, peasants and, at the end of the day, slaves? The citizens would have been dissatisfied. Why can't peasants and slaves come in and let themselves in? Same goes for peasants.

They have lived this inequality as a matter of course, no matter what they say in their mouths. I don't see the lower hierarchy as the same creature. I don't feel it. So people don't have any doubts about abusing their lower identities, even if they're the same people.

That's the norm in the world. And that won't collapse tomorrow. Because there are no more robust values than usual. Still, the crack goes in. Inhumans become kings of this country. There are 'men' from the lowest levels of the citizen to the nobility, and who became kings.

That track record is the first step. A new 'obvious' will emerge after we build up our track record.

Arcadia is the crowning ceremony the world is watching for. What does the hero say in this occasion? Ambition for the future, or the martial arts of the past, the nations were also sending their heads of state in order not to miss the first step. Lydiane if Garias, Estado is the second generation El Sid, and Nedeluxe is the new generation with all three nobles, including Marsus. Valhall is set up by the First Queen.

As the world watches, finally, today's protagonists emerge.

The white mask, the white outfit and the beauty of Claudia following in a step-by-step position are also off track, but it was nevertheless clear to anyone who had the lead role. A cloak in the wind. The large grain of ruby glowing at the heart of his chest had an indelible flame, even far away.

Above all, a costume that distinguishes him, thought-provoked in every corner of it. That is the most powerful weapon that William has today. The trump card to counter the inborn beauty and presence of Claudia is the last and best piece prepared by Rutgard von Lewius, who now is the Lord of Rosalinde, who boasts the best brand of the late Arcas, and it was the man's turn to put it together. It was a costume that tailored heroes to kings and kings.

Every time you walk, every time you approach, you can indulge in the best looks from any angle.

Stand at the royal palace speech stand where the king can stare at everything. Today William had a presence that surpassed even Claudia. Inborn qualities and inferiors, the costumes prepared by their beloved and their accomplishments as heroes that have piled up outweigh the 'power' they were born with.

Today, the brightest gets the crown. That's the first obvious.

Felix appeared on the crown holding platform. He is also one of those who gave in early. An intense complex against his own brother, Airhardt, faded as William outscored him, while at the same time losing interest in the crown. I can't win anyway. There's no way I can beat a guy who outdid Airhardt who I couldn't really beat.

Therefore he withdrew. The role of bringing the crown here today. Nothing more or less. It's laughable that the eldest son of the royal family is this zama, but it doesn't bother him either, who has been so bored with such insults and such.

"Dead, this is what His Majesty King Eduart wrote in his will. Let the next generation of crowns be held by the strongest heroes in this country. There was no crack in this interpretation at the House of Lords. The same would apply in Shirai. There can be no question. There is only one next king, this is the nomination of the Predecessor!

The royal palace boiled with cheer. They all say, "Long live William!" "Long live King Arcadia". flying mood, but none could blame it on this occasion.

"Crown your next king, His Majesty William!

Someone's screaming. A voice of endorsement that ripples sporadically from its place.

Felix quietly raised his crown. That just makes me cheer.

At the same time William takes off his mask. I placed it gently on a small round table set up for it that I would never wear again. Then bend your knees and your head tilts.

William's face was shown, and the people boiled even more. An atmosphere that has increased so much that it is no longer strange when the fever runs wild.

In that, Felix gives the crown to the next king. The man, the loser as it was, quietly pulled himself off the platform. This is the end of his role.

The crowned champion who rises. The cheer peaked.

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"It's amazing. Hey Daikon actor, don't be a thug forever."

"Let go, people! Ghosts, demons, idiots!

"That's a compliment except for the last one. See, Bernbach, this is your spot."

"I'm telling you I'm not going! After all, Fool Claude was an idiot. I don't understand your emotions!

"Ah! Marianne, what are you doing!? We were all worried about you!

Gabriele, the natural enemy of Marianne, twelve women, made the Bernbach family eleven, noticed Marianne. "Gee! It's Gabriele," Marianne says, looking like the end of the world. The opposing Gabriele dyed her cheeks when she realized it was Claude who was lifting Marianne. It packs between us in a strangely twisted motion.

"Oh, Lord Claude. Why don't you just leave me and my stupid daughter alone and watch the ceremony? You have a seat for that stupid girl."

"Don't use your eyes on people's friends. You're late."

To Marianne's remarks Gabriele's cheeks turned from moderate redness to bright red. Behind it, Ernesta was sinking with flow arrows, but the two beasts would not return it to their will.

"Wow, I'm not late just because I put it on my sleeve. I don't happen to be able to get together after that, but you'll still get your love letter on Friday."

"It's true you're late."

"You must be late to go that way. You've never even been with me before!

"Marianne is a single nobleman. I have no choice."

Having broken down with her husband quite a while ago, Gabriele had gone back to Bernbach's house and lived with Marianne. He had given his name to the late alliance. The Marquis, the master of Wilhelmina and Lord of Bernbach, said it was busy and nice, but Wilhelmina herself, who continues to be interrupted by honeymoons with her husband, has run out of indulgence many times.

"Thank you, Mr. Claude, always Marianne. Would you like to sit in my seat?

"I'll just take care of you, Marquis. Hey, Marianne, it's time to calm down."

"Oh no!

When they realized it, they were turning into a grasping fight. The two glanced at Claude.

"That guy talks. We're all here to hear that. Even you are. If you really didn't like it, you'd have been more serious about it, wouldn't you? I didn't. I brought you here."

Marianne, who was annoyed, was in a bad mood for "fool's sake".

"You're an adult, Mr. Claude."

Claude blushed at Theresia's smile and denied, "Oh, no, that's not true." My sister, my mother, he was very vulnerable to that sort of thing.

"Come on, the king will speak. A hero who brought so much to Bernbach deserves even a word to listen to what he brings to this country this time. His word will change the world."

The man, Bernbach's master, graciously held his wife's shoulder. Because I'm sure she guessed it would be a complicated chest. Maybe he was sitting here with his other sister, with a happy grin.

The king stood first and spread his hands. At that moment, the noise disappears in an instant.

Silence dominates the scene.

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"This world is not equal"

The first word that popped out of the king's mouth. Words that everyone wished for it, and that contradicted it and everyone didn't want it. Statements denying equality.

"Some people fill their glasses with grapes of wine, while others soak in muddy water, which has been trampled on many times. Some wear warm fur while others wear thin fur."

That sounded really imminent because it was the word of a man crawling up from the bottom of the earth.

"This world is not happy"

What is happiness? Where is happiness from and where is unhappiness? No one can tell. the same as equality. No one is the same person. I don't have the same environment. Always live a different time, even if you are a twin. Then, it is not possible to define it, and if we try to compare it, there will always be distortions. Even if it is inherently overall equal, it can also be a factor that makes you feel unequal and unhappy.

Therefore said the king, 'There is no'.

"At the moment of birth, man falls into an unequal sea. The rich, the poor, the noble, the farmer, the slave. I was born a slave, but at the end of the day, crawling up is not a good idea."

He who gives instructions, he who receives them. Thinkers, movers. The division of roles that exist in people's lives. That was the original identity. In order to move the herd better and more efficiently, people made it easy to understand and identify themselves, so that they would not fluctuate it unless there was so much. By doing so, the world became easier to understand, more proficient in its own role, and that was taken over from generation to generation. You're powerful, so pile up the stones. I give instructions because I'm smart. If you're a farmer, plow the fields, and the merchants turn it around.

It should have been a division of roles for efficiency. That only made it a hotbed of discrimination when. Discrimination created up and down. Ignoring his original aptitude, he therefore severely limited his fluctuations up and down because he did not want to fall down. Because I don't want to fall. That's the kind of system I built.

"The world is cruel"

discrimination made normal by the system. That stopped the superiors from recognizing that they were the same for the inferior. I no longer doubt abusive, and even if I die by torture, it becomes the same degree of feeling that cowhorses died. The aristocracy sees subordinates below the citizen, and the citizen sees subpeasants that way. The peasants took slaves. Slaves look for the weaker. children, for example.

People are abused by someone and not strong enough to put up with it. It is bound to scatter to another.

"Someone's happiness is someone's unhappiness. Around a certain amount of | resources (resources), people contend, take, and kill. To live is to dance on a corpse."

Then you can change the system to change the world. But I can't do that. A world where efficiency has been advanced by the system and developed, albeit halfway. Someone has to eat for it to keep this up. identity to push it. system to maintain.

The world has only a certain amount of resources. The current situation is very, but not enough, to give a share to satisfy everything equally. How many people in this venue will be given a share until they have lost their standard of living? We will not let down standards, we will share, we will strive for equality.

Exactly. It's far from ideal.

There is now a world formed above those who cannot even live. All who live now, for someone who died somewhere, take, eat, live.

Living on a corpse. Without knowing that, without even trying to know.

"Go mad, eat, offend, kill"

I can't live if I'm crazy. Normal, this world looks crazy enough to have an equal perspective. We need to compromise somewhere. We need to turn away. To enjoy happiness. I need the 'power' to look away from someone's death and laugh.

"This world is hell"

The whole venue was quiet. No one can grasp the king's sincerity. The festive mood was completely gone. What he pokes at is a blade, verbal violence. The foolishness of exposing the distortions he has tasted with himself and destroying the systems he has maintained.

Those who stand just a little above fear. What does this king think and aspire to? In some cases, if I had to resist it before it was taken, I would have made him feel that way.

"Therefore! My mission is clear. It's about changing."

Depending on how they changed - the nobles had a staring look. You're looking at the king's back with a face that doesn't seem funny to Claudia standing behind you in the first place.

"Make this world a paradise. Let the world be given equality one day. A world where everyone is not crazy and everyone is filled. Slaves and nobles have nothing to do with it. Aim for a world where everything enjoys happiness. People, you don't have to give up. I don't even spoil it. I'll lead this way. Now it is only a crossing point, such as satisfaction, such as the happiness we enjoy. To higher heights, to the satisfaction of the king so much that the nobles spit out the happiness that the citizens, the peasants, the slaves, the enjoyment so much that I fill them. A thousand years from now, the world will know. Ten thousand years later, that is the norm. There is no compromise ahead of my aim. I won't let you compromise. This Lawrencia, it's my hegemony to fill everything!

It was an ideal theory. The end of an ideal that everyone no longer even dreams of. But this man mumbles it as a matter of course. And maybe this man has done enough miracles to make you think.

"El Touré, created by all the nations in Laurencia working together, is only a fabric stone for that matter. create competition that they manage, coordinate and higher order. The soil is being made. And what will be done there?"

El Touré, the State of the Union of Lawrencia, a symbol of a new era. That is only the way to go for the ideal.

"Fight, people! The times of war have just changed shape. Leave the sword here! Your fortune tells you that the Abacus will create a new era of gold coins. I have developmental pain. Some will be lost by innovation. But ideals await ahead of that pain. Everyone will know in a world that has developed beyond our imagination today. What a naive, insignificant, and daunting thing in the world today. Don't you want to know? The world. Wouldn't you like to see it? Those are the times. Don't you want to enjoy it? the new prosperity that innovation creates."

The king speaks with confidence. After walking with myself, the world will always reach a new stage. Everyone has laughed with their noses about idealism, making it a reality. I won't make you give up anymore. I don't even need to look away. Where is the need to go crazy, etc.

Aim for a world where everything is filled. What complaints will there be?

"Then follow me! Run as far as you can down the road I show you! There is a brilliant future ahead of us. I promise that to everyone. I swear that the one or two steps taken in my generation, that step, is the best guide for the world and the direction to aspire to"

Woohoo, this king is still on a different scale.

"Whoever follows me, put up his hand in heaven! That hand grabs heaven! Come on, follow me. I, William von Arcadia, make this country the light that guides the world, the times! Come on, hope!

The royal palace protruded its hand into heaven by most of those who stood ears on its outer edge.

"I'll grab it, heaven grab it! We are beyond God!

The world shook. The roar fills the world. Passion to propagate. William Cole and the heavenly wearer's hand spreading throughout the Arcas.

This king can do it. Always embody your ideals.

"Long live King William!

"Long live the White King!

The White King reigned in the world. Lydiane sees Gaius in his appearance. Elvira had shown there the figure of El Sid, and Amelia and the great fathers in her king the glory she had scorched herself. I want to see it because you can lose. The end of this king.

The man who had changed his position and his way of life was reborn as the White King, clapping and applauding, and welcoming all the lightning, and naming him a slave with no black hair, a white beast, a white mask, and a white knight. I finally grabbed it, heaven. The view you should have wanted.

William thinks with an iron wall smile on his face. Woohoo, what a cold crown weight on the throne,. This place is hell. No love, no death, no salvation.

That's why I have a path I can walk on, a point I can point to. All you have to do is move on. Even one step ahead, until then, when its life will be over. Only run through.

Here today, the White King was born.

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Kyle watched the sight from afar. The voice is very unreachable. About the figure and the bean grain. Still, he was my best friend, and it was only because I knew the pain that he knew. Now tell me what the king thinks, and what he hath hidden in his breast, and what he standeth there.

"Are you crying, Mr. Auntie?

"Remember your father's best friend. A little, I cried."

"I had friends with you, too."

"Not as good as Mira going to school, though."

"Ma'am. I've got a brother. Alfred. Heta no Boy."

"Well, we're good friends. Take care of your best friend."

"Best friend, I wonder. Ma, no. So, what's your best friend like?

"Mm-hmm. He was cute, clever there and turns his head, but he lost everything because he was sweet. Cisco at last."

"... doesn't sound like a good breeze at all"

"Ha, right. And then he was serious and delicate and he was looking for someone else's knight."

"You're a knight even though you look like a quitter?

"Oh, he's a knight even though he looks like a quitter. He was a good guy. Really."

In Kyle's eyes, looking at the new float, Mira perceives that it has been lost. Recently, the girl, who learned to read the air in group life, silently walked away from the scene. Sometimes I want to soak up by myself. That's what grown-ups are for, I thought as a child.

"Your dream didn't come true until the end. You are not someone's knight, you have become the king of all. That would surely be the farthest and toughest path from hope. Forgive me, Al. I'm not strong enough to walk that way. I'm weak."

Kyle didn't raise his hand. Look at that big hand and hold it halfway.

"Farewell, my friend. Let's have an apple for the three of us one day when we think you're forgiven."

He knows he won't come forever then. Forgive me one day, if I were strong enough to think so, he wouldn't have become a 'king'. No, it must not have been possible. Serious, delicate, clean, too kind. So I can't turn a blind eye.

Ignore the accumulated business and it's not funny. He can't even forgive the robbery that a man is born to as he lives. I can't even forgive a world that is. It's unacceptable. Giving up is uncompromising. So I just have to bear it, because I'm weak. Because you don't even have the strength to ignore it.

Kyle wept when he thought of his friend in a whirlpool of despair. With hatred for our weakness and the strength of being able to trump someone's despair and love and protect what matters to us.