Tower of Karma

Alfred runs through the city of Arkas with the light emitted from the aristocratic city on his back. An unidentified golden knight, as long as you wear this mask, you are free. I don't even care about the odd gaze. I feel more comfortable compared to that gaze that only feared the upper side.

Besides, the place I'm headed from now on is special to me, and whoever will wait there...

"Come on, it's a battle, Mira! Today is the day I win!

As usual, the eye that sees troublesome things remains the same.

"Uh, you don't punish me, Al. It's troublesome. Go home."

Cold talk, but the sword raised on his hips speaks. Take it and stand.

Whoever sees it, the superb beauty, the glossy brunette, is put together in a lump sum. The brown skin has an exotic aroma, and the eyelids and the same iris as my father's, said to be my mother's concession, are beautiful the more I see them. Whose saying is that a supple and healthy body is also highly appreciated?

That if there's a problem with her, the father-in-law of the giant body who smokes the xels in the back is drowning. That more than that, she combines a troublesome personality with a man intangible strength.

"Ninety-eight wins, one more win and you get the right to challenge the king. If you win a hundred, I'll be the pinnacle."

"The king now is that guy... I forgot his name though"

"That's terrible, even though he's got a lot of faces here."

"I'm not good at remembering the names of weak men. I mean, don't you know it doesn't matter how many hundreds you win without me? Dad, if you pull it out, I'm the strongest."

The father behind the arrogant remark laughs bitterly. Alfred doesn't laugh.

"Al, what are you doing? Personal evaluation suggests a two-letter strength."

"... I'll let you call me by my full name."

"Even if heaven and earth repeat themselves..."

They both pulled out their swords at the same time. Raising the fighting spirit, freeing the atmosphere on the blade...

"I can't."

Collision.

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"Yes, Al. I'm sorry to hear that - Loser today."

Mira overlooks Alfred, who also constantly kneels. Do you like this schematic? She had a full grin.

"... damn, I feel a little bit more"

"It's all there, though. Because I'm a hundred steps ahead of Al before he goes one step further."

It is true that we have not won as a single time as we argue. When I was a kid, I suddenly showed up as a different girl. At the time, defeating Alfred, who was the best at school, he was just a genius in a genius who hasn't lost a single time since, and that's Mira.

"I'm coming closer. My body is finally able to do it. And then there's the feeling."

Mira glances back at the words.

"Dad is too sweet for Al. There's no way I'm gonna lose because of one thing."

"Humans, one thing changes everything the way you feel. Sometimes it just turns out overnight, sometimes it rots in an instant. We both haven't had dinner yet, have we?

Mira and Alfred agree.

"Then you two eat."

The man with the giant body stood up and rang his neck. When a man holds it, a normal long sword looks like a dagger. I just stood up and held my sword. That didn't stop the two of them from sweating cold.

"After a little exercise with me."

Mira and Alfred show each other in eye contact and laugh at each other. This is how he plays once in a while, Mira's father. Not rarely, but they still just play when they felt like it, and learning was like a mountain.

"" Me!

The man's name is Kyle. An invincible monster formerly known as the King of Gladiator. A man of the greatest and greatest nature who wolfed with the most powerful creature on earth and said, "The best is that big man." Now he graduated from a blacksmith apprenticeship and was independent, and hardware earned his living as a blacksmith who made anything. Have you put your sword down for a few years?

Still doesn't fade.

"Come on."

Maximum power, two on top of each other and far from the other.

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It is this aristocratic neighborhood that shines most brightly in today's Arcas, which has become the world's greatest luxury. It was the redevelopment of Arkas, the king's capital, that was the first cause when the current king took office. Traditional aristocratic neighborhoods were also expanded and organized without leaking into examples. The aristocratic city, mainly the royal palace, is the face of the country. There is an aristocratic city today as a result of shameless face-making in the nations.

And among them, the kneecap of a royal palace with a greater glow. Gardner, a prestigious martial artist who gave birth to many warlords, had gathered many powerful men and young Joon-young men in his mansion.

Tonight's star...

"Ellis von Gardner, flower of the social world. Will you dance with me?"

"Yeah, happy. Dear Lamberto von Zeebert,"

Without burying in brilliance, but rather more glamorous, more lustrous, radiant is a grain of Carl von Taylor, a heterogeneous general born by Arcadia.

Elise von Gardner, now the most sought-after beautiful golden hua in the social world.

The birthday party was taking place.

Dancing together is the famous son of the Wu family, the Zebalt family. Now it is time for Osvalt to be watered down, but it is formerly an ancient prestige lined with shoulders.

"It's time for that man, Palomides, to come home from El Touré."

"Well, I miss you so much. How are you doing?"

"Not a single letter?

"Yeah, not a single one."

"That manly guy. I can't help but notice the battle over you."

"Hehe, you're just kidding, Lamberto is"

"... I'm not joking"

Lambert, no pulse. It doesn't sound as if he is blunt when so many of your sons approach him. The only time she had a different reaction was with First Prince Alfred, a longtime associate, and Kurumi Palomides.

Well, a man named Palomides comes from a martial family in the Ostberg region. Since everything is a straight straight straight ball, no matter how blunt Ealis will ever fail to notice the favor. Lamberto envied the straightness of it as the same nobleman and was jealous of the strength and talent of being able to live straight.

"With that said, Alfred, I can't see His Highness. Whoa, I'm still not used to calling you Your Highness. I can't believe that puffy creature is a prince... ah"

The flowers, dancing magnificently until earlier, shriveled at once, leaning soggy. Lamberto learns of his own lapse. She was so sad that he wasn't here. It creates a harsh atmosphere. "What the hell," his gaze was gathering on the Lamberts.

"You don't have to come to my birthday party anyway. We've definitely been at each other's birthday parties for a long time, and gifts are every year... Gu."

(This looks like I made you cry.)

Killing princes. Lambert, don't argue, such a faculty member forms a twist and enclosure. Different number of people, handless, poorly formed. Lambert decides to get stuck, not to say goodbye.

"I just happen to have a busy time overlapping. I'm sorry to hear that."

There's Tianwei, Nicolas von Taylor's backup shooting at Ellis' cousin. Lamberto said it looked like an angel descended on the wind.

"Really!? He went that far. Did he?

The leftover face disappears, and Elise crams into Nicolas without a trace.

"Yeah, yeah. This, a gift from that fool. Because I chose to replace him with no taste. For once, that means two names in a row."

"Wow, so cute necklace! I love Nicolas -!

Ellis hugging Nicolas all the time. Everyone's cheeks loosen to that innocent appearance. The leftover ealis is beautiful, but these elemental ealis are wonderful too. She was cute and Hua Poor, and Lamberto was smiling.

"Mm-hmm, Al. I thought you hated me. Al's birthday party is named after Nicolas. I don't know what's good, clothes? Aren't bracelets and all that fashionable?

"... yeah, yeah, right. There's still time, so let's think about it next time."

"I don't know what's good."

I've totally gotten into my world, Elise. The surroundings are dusty, and the lamberts are giggly. Only Nicolas sighed "ha". The same goes for Elise, but the root is caused by 'lies' to rule the place.

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"" Not good! Change! ""

"... yes."

Alfred and Mira eat stew with rabbit meat thrust into a shitty mood at the end of the street stall. The flavor is not so tasty that I don't know what would make it so bad. But cheap. Very cheap. And incredible amount.

It is the destination of two people taught by Kyle.

"Damn, Al had to pull his leg. I could have won"

"... if I told you that, you would have made a frivolous attack in the fourth assault."

"Ugh, fine and feminine. He said he hates fine men."

"Shut up. It's my personality."

Two people scratching the replacement put in. I don't have the idea of eating carefully because the serving and meals are rough. Eat dirty, served stews in dirty stores. This is what I call manners in Lower Town, and what is Mira talking about?

"If I say so, it's Ellis' birthday party today?

"Buuuuuu!?

Alfred spraying the stew. It was a waste, so I was critical and successful in holding it down. Truly critical.

"Hey, how do you know that?

"Because I got an invitation too"

"Why didn't you go?

"You're in the wrong place. Even if I go. Look, look behind you. Your world shines brightly. [M] So, this little dirty store is my world. You know, it doesn't look good."

Mira had just a little bit of a lonely grin. The shopkeeper is flat when they say he is dirty. I'm sure you're used to being told.

"Why didn't you go that way? You could have gone if you had time to play with me, couldn't you?

"... for the same reason as Mira. I don't look good, I'm not going."

"... you look like a fool even though you're a prince"

"I'm an idiot anyway. I'm smart, I can't live. So it won't help, and it won't be needed. Now, if you want to carry on the trail, Mr. Rafael. Any of the three younger brothers if it's way ahead. I'm a prince I don't need. I can't even see your father's face these days. I'm afraid of eye contact."

Alfred let's not grab his hair. Dropped. I don't have my standing. Whatever the position is, it just so happens that the father became king and has nothing to do with his personality. No, if I was smart enough to match it, I could still see the point.

But in Alfred today...

"Hmm, what's the misery of a great man? I have no idea."

"I'm sorry. I know it's a luxury problem."

"I don't think of luxury, though. If it's hard, come to us. My dad said he was dying for people, and he couldn't care less to have one more brother."

"... why am I my brother?"

"Because I'm stronger"

"There's no sound, sister."

The two laugh bitterly. Different positions, different troubles. You won't be able to tell each other in the true sense. You don't have to understand each other. Thus, occasionally we speak of each other's stupidity. It's enough to have someone to listen to.

"Oh, yeah. I'll give this to Mira."

Alfred took the bracelet out of his nose. Simple but good quality stuff. Premium, unmixed metals were used that were hard to see around here.

"... a gift for Elise?

"Right. Well, although it's good that I bought it for now, I still couldn't give it to you, and honestly my taste isn't that good either... I'm sure it's annoying to have it, right? I need something better. Ellis gets a lot over there. They're so much nicer than me."

"Hmm, I'd be a little happy to keep my mouth shut around it"

"... if you can stand around cleverly there, I'll be dancing there, I'm sure"

"I'm honest with you. For once, I'll take it. Don't get mad at me for using it as a sword ingredient."

"Whatever you want. Oh, change!

"Me too!

Mira wore her bracelet without worrying about anything. That kind of care makes me happy and sweet on them. I know I can't, but this is how I take my feet and do my arches, and we eat dinner together. I'm so happy, I want to be here, knowing it's an escape.

Such, with an objective view of your funny self,

"Yeah, I knew it wasn't a good idea"

Alfred carves a mockery of himself into appearance.

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William von Arcadia. It is a disaster that sprang suddenly down on the Arcadia royal family following with cotton. A monster who showed many martial arts, built up his track record and finally climbed to the top. Few know who it is. Very little.

A man from an exotic country. It held nothing and consisted of a single sword. Normally, there would be rebellion, but he is here now because he has combined a track record of just crushing it.

"How's the tower progressing?

The king asked his right-hand man, Rafael von Arcadia. The last name is the same, but there is no blood connection between the two. The old royal family, but King William did not abolish them, and talented people like him treat them politely, such as putting them in key positions, and the relations between the two sides are good. Though superficially.

"The foundation work has been cleared up openly. Materials are also loaded from time to time. I thought it was on schedule."

"Right. Good, then."

A massive building site visible from the spires of the Royal Palace. Now it's just a tidy land with no shadows or shapes yet, but from now on, there will be built the largest architecture in the world over even Tulane. King William, who is the only one with the greatest sense of morality, smiles bitterly when he sees it. This is necessary as a utility, following the tremendous waste of my time and the tremendous redevelopment of Arkas.

"While we're building the tower, we're exploring our next hand."

"The redevelopment of Arkas, which was underway on a steep pitch, was almost promising. The next step is to expand infrastructure around other cities, hubs of trade. Hurry up with the plan. Building towers alone cannot cover all the jobs created during redevelopment. There will be limits to the road."

"The largest architecture in the world, it refers to Daoism, is it"

"Nothing but morality. But it's the road I need. Besides, a symbol can't be a guiding idiot. They will say this before they make it, but if they make it, they will also produce praise. Then strike the utility uninterrupted. Gain maximum effectiveness, efficiently and without waste. I have a little time for that. You can't modify the track after you move it out. First plan, that's the key. I'm counting on you, Raphael."

The biggest road trip in the world is to buy time for it. I've rushed through to this point in my reign, but from here on out, beyond Arkas, the scope and size of the business jump to different digits. That's why I needed to stop for the next leap at this point, once I got my eye on it.

"Sincerely, to Your Majesty, and hence to the Nation, in the presence of devotion"

"I'm hoping. You may step back."

I beg your pardon.

William looks at the back of a man who is his right arm. Now, if you're going to decide on your succession, put Raphael down and there's no one else. If we were to push something else, the revolt around us would be unimaginable. There's no reason to hold it down.

(Has the atmosphere come in just a little bit?)

I don't have enough people to do that. He is the best.

"Your Majesty, tomorrow evening the Third Queen and the Third Admiral will meet together."

"... Is it organized by Claudia? She's really good at what I hate."

"Dear Claude, Mr. Kevin had a similar reaction."

"Totally, reasonably well. There's no reason to say no."

"How would you like to proceed, Alfred?"

"Throw it away. It doesn't make sense to call that one now"

The squire felt a cold sweat breed in return for all its warmth. King William and Prince Alfred, this parent-child relationship became a king-prince relationship and twisted in twists. Still, the distortion never came to the table when the prince was outstanding. But during his attendance, at a stage where he became independent of the Taylor Chamber of Commerce, where he entered for the latter school, where he also left school, became the head of a small Chamber of Commerce with no productivity whatsoever, or where his noble siblings ceased to show their faces at gatherings that heightened martial arts, rejecting the princely but social part, his name was no longer coming out of the king's mouth.

"Rest for a while. Nobody goes through the office."

"Yes, sir."

A squire left, and William was alone in the office.

The expression that never swayed earlier distorts into agony. There was no shadow of a hero in holding his forehead and leaning down.

"How's it going?

William speaks out in the shadows where no one is supposed to be.

"It doesn't change. Continuing to flee with humility, meaning, and little purpose."

"Goddamn it, it doesn't change. Keep an eye on him for a while now. Move the plate surface."

"Is that really going to turn into a king?

"That depends. Raphael if you have to turn it into something, or the other sons. I'll try to make the least amount of soil."

"You don't seem to have time for that."

"Who do you think I am? I am William the White King, the most powerful man in this Laurencia right now. I'll take care of everything. Even my heavenly destiny."

"Right. I don't mind if it is. I'm just doing my job."

An unknown shadow disappeared from the shadow, and now it's time for William to be alone in the office. A space dominated by silence. It used to be filled with the voices of the deceased who disputed themselves, but now just severe pain smears his voice and silence annoys this body.

"Not yet. Not yet."

The King's eyes are not dead yet, though with a bittersweet look. No, his eyes will not die until that moment when the five bodies will perish. Because that is the readiness of the man who became king, and the redemption of the man who took everything and came to this throne.

One king will continue to reign without shaking.