Tower of Karma

William became king, and the environment over his real son, Alfred, changed with reluctance.

The surroundings are treated as royalty, and the gaze is poured just there. As long as I was Alfred, I had no freedom, and my friendship had to change. My eyes changed, my treatment changed, my breathlessness, my sense of obstruction, I couldn't wait to hate it.

If you have a sword, genius, if you have a brush, you are praised as a prodigy. I haven't done that much or anything. Sensitivity that gradually wears off. Whatever you do, your position will lead you to success. I quickly gained a successful experience the year I deposited the Chamber of Commerce. Too easy - piles of gold coins.

The more losers you win, the more losers you get. The mind wears off again, as does the sensibility that wears off.

And in the end...

"That was the last day I saw you with my father."

Alfred von Arcadia was scared to win. I didn't have enough courage to look directly at the losers born of winning. As cold as my father was, I lacked the determination to go back and forth on the King's Road. I can't leave someone spilling because I can see it softly.

The result is independent of the king of commerce called the Taylor Chamber of Commerce, which is only attracting garbage-like jobs with low sales and low profit margins and managing to feed the spilled. And I'm not saving everything. Does not exceed the limits of self-satisfaction.

Alfred thinks it's still good. I'm a man to that extent, and the world is turning with it. For some reason Arkas has a job, and they will manage to live without themselves. This degree is the limit in the power of only one person, smearing the position of prince with stupidity.

He was analyzing himself that was the value of a man named Alfred.

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The Arcas-based troupe White Wings, a woman with a bouquet of flowers, was visiting behind the scenes.

"Long time no see, Marianne"

"Mary, hi. Thanks for the flowers."

Marianne von Bernbach, who dresses as a man whether it is a role with Mary Taylor, who is blind, was a school contemporaneous and best friend. Overgrown Mary and overly healthy Marianne catch up well, said Rafael von Arcadia valve, which was in the same sync.

"We've been so busy with each other lately, we haven't seen each other at all."

"Because I'm a star anyway, Marianne."

"No, no, no. Taylor, what did the Chamber of Commerce lady say?"

Marianne and Mary, who flew out of the house and became actors in the troupe, joined the Taylor Chamber of Commerce at the same time as graduating from school, with many experiences and achievements. Together, we find ourselves at the apex in our own realm, in a position similar to where we are, so we haven't even had a chance to walk easily.

"You make people smile, but I take it away, but it's my job to make money."

"Humble. But I like that, Mary."

Marianne hugs Guh Mary. By the way, there was a difficulty with this picture surface, Marianne in her men's clothes, so just skinning seemed like an affair.

"So, what do you want?

"Also, our king struck a hasty hand. A little bit of disgust, too."

"... I wonder what's wrong, stay"

Marianne clouded her face at Mary's words.

"I don't know. But I also feel that it doesn't seem like it. I wanted to know if that was just me, or if my self-proclaimed sister Marianne felt it, too."

"It's the same, the same as Mary feels"

"Yes. What do you think caused that?

I guess they're asking about the core. Mary's invisible eyes were thinly opened.

"You know... Alfred, right?

"The White King began to change when that child left Taylor and became independent?

"I think it was a while ago. When you two stopped doing your auditions, didn't you?

"That's Dr. White Knight, I've been watching him a lot."

"... but I can't see any more. I haven't seen her in a while either."

"That's me too. I think I'm a little scared."

"Mary, the merchant, is quite a ghost, no choice."

Mary smiled bitterly and took a step from Marianne, distance.

"That kid is special. Normal frustration, losing and knowing, but that kid won and broke. I've never lost, never really. It's just like you."

"... because you're losing at the first and most important place, me. To my real sister."

"Hehe, you did.... Hey, that kid, don't you think he's been raised a lot distorted?

"Mary, the atmosphere, I'm scared"

"Education distorted by special talents. How do you want to raise her, where's the goal, Marianne? Don't you really see it? I'm just looking away because I don't want you to be there... and if you are, I want to know the answer. Because he looks pathetic."

For a moment, seeing Mary faint, Marianne's face also clouds.

"I don't know, to me, nothing"

"Oh well. I still don't see it either. But there's one thing I know. That child and the white king, whose beginnings were true and opposite, the heavens and the earth, and the white king, crawled up to heaven to know everything. Hey, Marianne. I feel like I can see the answer with my next hand."

"... that's not true. Because he loves Alfred."

"That is no reason for a king to abandon his best. 'Cause if the next hand is the hand that knocks that kid off to the ground, I have to think about standing around again, too"

"I don't do that"

"I hope so, too. Thanks, Marianne, a little, 'cause I see it."

Bitter Marianne. There was something in her eyes that she wasn't supposed to see anything. She stares out of her eyes at her own fright, confusion, and various emotions.

"With that said, it looks like Claude is plotting to take us to Nedeluxe."

When I switched the conversation, the atmosphere was cloudy. Marianne also rides the air again.

"Hehe, does he know what that means? What it means to take a prince of one country out to another."

"I don't think you understand. You don't think Claude's a different country in the first place."

"I'm not a non-national!

"I think the water fits. When I had a business meeting and went that way, I happened to see it, but it seemed more fun than this one. I guess I can't breathe a little, and there's no one to try."

"Expect Bear to do her best!

"... a little, I think, harsh. Now Claude."

"I can still do it! I'm not in the mood."

"I want you to do your best, be sure"

"That would be convenient for Mary."

"Marianne."

"I'm scared, Mary."

"...... ha. But maybe you're right. If you skip my convenience, Claude and Marianne are the ones that fit best. It's bad for Bear."

"That's impossible, Death Nay"

"hehe, I don't know"

"Marianne, honey, no stops, no pulse, gahaha"

Women's favorite love bana, I like these two as an example, but the neighborhood is in it, including ourselves, and eventually, no matter how we fall, we end up in smoke, just like we talked about earlier.

Whether these conversations made sense or found something, that only the two of us can know. Know the King as Taylor Know the King as Mary and the King as a Family Things you see in Marianne, the views you want to see are different. The scenery you want to see must be different from each other.

But the answer I saw was maybe at this point...

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Alfred was walking alone in the city of Arkas after giving his own Chamber of Commerce a face and instructions, after finishing some business talks. The amount earned today, as a chamber of commerce, is like flying if you blow it, but if you still collect it, it will be some food support. If this becomes a regular job, we'll be able to hire a few more.

He was good at making rather than taking away his job. The amount is small, a job that everyone doesn't want to do. That's why we have a business opportunity there. The same goes for cleaning, cloth repairs, and carrying a little luggage around the city. Doesn't make it a big job. But my client can cut down on the hassle with small money. They make more money in floating time.

There may also be roles like this. You'll have trouble without it. It's more than necessary that some people can't live without being cursed about petty cash (trash).

"I wonder if that's having a birthday party by now"

It became the reign of William, and Arkas changed dramatically. The compartments were reviewed on a large scale, the spaces inhabited by the vast majority of citizens were more habitable, and the compartments inhabited by the nobles were set up at higher altitudes. A high, shining place. The heavenly world we all envy.

Yes, King William assumed inequality. And the rich shall be rich, and they shall not spend on the poor. However, I gave the soil to crawl up. He treated liberation slaves the same way as citizens, and on top of that, he set the path to be as eye-catching as citizens. A world where you can become a nobleman if you make money. In fact, many of those who had until now been the civic stops of millionaires became aristocrats.

And vice versa. It imposed a tax on the nobles, called a noble duty, and those who could not pay it passed a law downgrading them to citizens. In passing this led to a lot of rebellion, but as a result it cannot go against the will of the king, and there is nothing more to be done in the absence of the flag bearer to rebel. A time when nobility falls, too. There is no stability but it is also possible to leap.

It all depends on your strength. Power, wisdom, wealth, whatever. If something is outstanding, there is always a way.

There is no way, the ones who have nothing. weak predators, the times in which it has been strengthened are now.

The sense of obstruction bears those who cannot fight, but the reason is why. What a small and pointless being I am in this Arcas that is becoming the largest in the world. The sadder I get, the smaller my hand is.

"All right, it's a reward for yourself. Breathe, breathe."

Alfred shook off his unstoppable and overflowing anxiety, pointing his foot in a different direction from the one he had been going in earlier. Rarely does my heart jump because 'over there' is the only place for me to be exposed.

The name Alfred von Arcadia is even heavy now.

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The night was getting deeper, but the enthusiasm here never cooled.

The renovation work was carried out by becoming King William, the only battlefield in Arkas, an historic place. It was accompanied by various changes in the rules for entertainment, but the biggest was that it became state-owned and was allowed to gamble significantly. Together, they also set up a trick to cheer them up, so that more people could grasp their daily earnings and visit.

In other words, the arena had been reborn into a place where more money moved.

"Good for you, Golden Knight!

"The iron plate is not a bet, either."

Swords and swords collide. Today's Mayne event, the two entrusted with it, are both supposed to be awesome, but obviously one is dominant and the difference in power can be seen everywhere. Soft reception, entering nostalgia as it flows, jumping up the opponent's jaw with a sword pattern.

Still, it was a magnificent blow to be hit by a man who could enjoy it. A back fist passes under his chin like a rub. It was a blow that seemed to have ended in underdevelopment.

Falling is a resilient man. My consciousness was completely pruned.

"You win! Dividends are rubbish, but it doesn't matter. Now you've got 98 undefeated fights, you've got the vibe. He's been a gem since the King of Gladiators."

"Fuck the champion! You're the king now!

A whirlpool of anger, there was one man in the center of it.

Originally known as the Golden Knight, the golden hair is sparkling and brilliant reflecting the bonfire flames. Middle-meat middle back, slightly lighter shape? But the sword is never weak. The destructive power at the battlefield is eye-catching. I also have to take off the hat of a fat bastard with eyes for sword moves that combine soft and rigid.

But there is nothing about the most important factor in talking about him.

"No, masked knight! You're too strong for me!

Yes, he's unidentified. By the mask and the obviously pseudonym...

"Winner, Golden Knight Alexis!

A man called Alexis raised his hand in high heaven. The volume in the arena jumped even more. Everyone knows him. And nobody knows him.

That's why he was popular. Unidentified, masked man deceiving the name of a brave man who suddenly appeared. It was only at the beginning of his appearance that he bought the Xu, but every time he showed his strength, the audience would be distracted by him. Magnificent and streamlined, where the battle is, it also shows heat like a fiery fire. And they saw the king of the day of his presence in his sword and in his manner. Reminds me of the strongest that reigned here.

The current champion is also strong. Bickmouth was the leading man, but humans changed after that battlefield. No one disagrees that he is the culmination. But, exceptionally, it didn't have the strength of another dimension. That is what the gladiator king showed us, without a hundred men, and the heavens and the earth will not reach even if they are repeated in battle beyond man.

Regardless, it doesn't look like Alexis has that much power right now. I don't see it, but he had something to expect. There was such an atmosphere that I could be shouldered by one day's king.

The expectations toward him exiting. They were making their chests jump at the arrival of the novel star that finally appeared.

"No, good job, dude. Seriously."

Thank you, champion.

"... just beat you and retire. I've decided to help Kyle get back to work. I think it's getting stronger. Isn't it time to win?

"… the winning muscle has not yet been seen"

Alexis the Golden Knight takes off his mask. It was Alfred von Arcadia who emerged from it. The current champion face-to-face looked pale without any particular surprise. He knows. that the Golden Knight is Alfred.

"Right. So you're going to go to Mr. Kyle's now?

"Yes, because I have an archaic opponent"

"Right. I'll show my face when I'm free, too. I think you're probably out of it."

"Haha, don't expect me to wait"

Alfred's back running in light footsteps. I don't see the aura of the winner I was showing you earlier. Without a mask, that's all that makes people so different. I can only laugh bitterly at the state of what can only be described as its irony, how much more I can put myself on a mask.

If he was not Alfred von Arcadia, because he was completely beyond the imagination of a man how far he would fly.