Tower of Karma

The return of Palomides had increased the fever for martial arts among Arcadia's young nobles, his children. The return of the flag bearers of the previously absent youths increases each motivation and the duel begins to flourish to compete.

Also, few sought a teacher to be stronger more efficiently. It is also significant that the man who is the center of this fever has moved the most.

"Palomides is in Osvalt!?

"You've been dating for a long time, or you can't even dive a gateway without your arms."

"The soldiers are the ones who have retreated, but they are under the guidance of Kensei, then they will be strong."

I'm sure he's still resistant to smashing in young people. There is no way that the ambitious young people of the same generation will not be impressed by the attitude towards further heights on it.

"We need to get a little closer to my brother."

You can't lose.

"Oh, can you just let Palomides have a good fit"

Some of the young men gathered in a section of the aristocratic district for a study group. As well as drilling martial arts, he also studies and researches on intelligence schemes such as military and military law.

And the other guy who calls himself Palomides' rival...

"Oh? You want to learn from me? Temeer, you're Zebalt's kid, right?

"Yes, Arcadia the Sword, the house responsible for that corner"

"Of that sword, what does a Zebalt boy learn from me, a spear man?

"I'm sure, numerous. Zebalt and I, we have to change. You need to put different blood in it to do that. I, I think so!

"Ha... you're only in one mood"

The startling news of Lamberto von Zebart mentoring Admiral Claude von Lewius, who is seen as the strongest man in the Arcadian army, has been the subject of discussion among the nobles, or Arkas is hot now anyway. enough to hold that heat.

"The construction of the El Toure Bridge, funded by Arcadia VI and Nederks IV, has been consolidated. We are currently running around the world at the initiative of the Taylor Chamber of Commerce to secure craftsmanship and artificiality. We will begin construction next spring."

"Right. There is no particular area where you should pinch your mouth. I'll keep you company."

"Ha!"

Raphael began to clean up materials for explanations. Big projects on a national scale, but also if the two big countries were to build together, the responsibility would be serious. I guess he is still expected because he is entrusted with it. That complacency lifts him up even more.

"Your Majesty, I'd like a moment of your time on a separate matter."

"Will it be long?

"No, it'll be over soon"

"Shall I hear it now?"

"Thank you. Did you know Arcadia is vibrant today?

"It's in my ear. What's that?

"Three years ago, on the recommendation of His Majesty, a young man named Palomides, who was studying at El Touré, his return is the liveliness of this time, the cause of it. His growth has become a stimulus to others, and synergies have only increased young people's drilling and enthusiasm."

"Hmm, I mean... you need a place to exhale heat,"

"It is clear to you. Once, the battlefield was playing its part, but now that it is almost gone, it is my view that we must set up a place for their drilling, their announcement, at a different hand. How about a martial arts competition for young subjects?"

William thinking for a moment. Rafael felt just a little uncomfortable with the reaction. There is no reason to reject this proposal. It can provide entertainment to people without much effort and will be a good opportunity for young people. But the king thought. There was room for thought, even for a moment, in a situation where there was no need to look at it.

"Damn, isn't that funny? Do whatever you want."

Raphael hadn't seen the king's grin in a long time. Something touched the king's harp line. Raphael doesn't know anything about that. What I can tell is that the proposal went through. Having gotten the word that it's good to like. That is all.

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I don't know what the king wants. But do what you have to do. This is hardening the ground. Rafael von Arcadia takes the lead in pulling up the youngsters. I can't even match their powers or anything right now. But if it's five, ten, twenty years away...

Sell grace and collect it someday. It looked like Raphael. He grew up as the right arm of William von Arcadia, and one day, when the time came, he was the successor to the ideal. I can make it myself. A pride similar to that certainty is his bone now.

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Alfred was working silently in his own study as the young Arkas nobles heard and swayed about the martial arts tournament. I'm sure he won't even know about the martial arts tournament. No, I wouldn't even care if I knew. What matters to him now is the achievement of this job, and hence the steady, continuous work for the Chamber of Commerce.

"... just a little too far ahead"

Alfred laughs bitterly when he sees the plan spread over his desk.

"I'll fix it from time to time, and it's no different than delusion, huh?"

Intensive future forecast diagram. Accuracy is confident that it has been created quite a bit. Still, the job has at least the thoughts and conveniences of the supplier and the business partner, ourselves and the three of us. If you think about the supplier's supplier, even the counterparty's counterparty, it's not weird what happened, and even a fire on the other bank could fly. Circumstances are hard to see creatures, the future, etc.

(If it was the side that makes the future, it would be a little easier)

A position where you can manipulate the situation and have some control over the future, even though you can do a lot easier with God's hands. Alfred, who thinks so, is still somewhere arrogant, even if he means to be humble. I have no confidence or dust, even though I look like that, I was confident I would do Arkas well.

But at the same time, I think so. As long as it governs about Arkadia and Arkadia, anyone but himself can do it. This is a harsh fact, not arrogance. Arcadia, the reigning power, became the king of Laurencia, easy and unshakable. Even if I don't hit him badly or waste my hands, I can just fix him from time to time and keep winning naturally. That's what my father made.

If you think you're going to keep the status quo, you're going to keep the situation.

(What do you think, I don't need it)

Anyone, Raphael or his brothers, can do it. I don't need to squeeze myself out. You don't have to force yourself, hurt yourself, come near that bloody royal palace or anything.

Five days after my father became king, a maid prepared by my father the day before died poisoning Alfred's meal. She seemed like a kind woman. The scabbard was characteristic, and when I laughed, I saw a little canine teeth. When she cramped like that and died with a scream that didn't seem to belong in the world, she was shrieking. Look at me, look at the dead samurai, nibbly.

A natural sight in the Royal Palace. Death accompanies even including a bite of water. Witches who always aim for kings, iron women who do not dwell to die, smile tenderly and lay down their faces grieving, and yet it is the wise black women, the Three Queens and their children who stop at the venue. And it is my father, William von Arcadia, the White King, who sees everything with his cold eyes.

I'm afraid of the royal palace. I'm afraid of the Three Queens. Those kids are scared, too. Above all, I'm afraid of my father.

I can't help but be afraid of my father, who loved and respected me so much.

(It doesn't have to be me. Then why not? You just need to stay away from that place and support your father from the shadows. I'll bury my father's escape. I dull the spill. [M] That's fine)

I'm getting ready for that. The first round of negotiations was completed and more people were also added to respond. Education in the field is given in advance by seniors with previous experience. We've got people, we've got educational time. And then I do my job and build up my track record.

In the meantime, let go of the second and third arrows.

"Looks like you were up today."

Alfred tries to see Nicolas come in without a knock. Hide the plan on your desk. Nicola looks surprised when she sees the motion.

"I just hid it, what?

Alfred looked like a bum,

"Business plans, once classified, can't be shown to the outside world."

"... you think we at the Taylor Chamber of Commerce are going to tooth the garbage rush?

"Well, yes, I do. For once, confidentiality is confidential."

Nicola was staring at Alfred with a much more grumpy face. She's in a habit of hiding a lot, and Alfred gets grumpy as soon as he does. It's very unreasonable, but it seems natural when you make Elise say it. I don't know about girls, Alfred always thinks.

"By the way, what can I do for you?

"If you don't need me, shouldn't you come to childhood?

"There are thorns. I didn't say that. If I may borrow your word, I have a proven track record. The only time you come here is when you have something to do with it. At least it's been ten percent since I left the Taylor Chamber of Commerce."

"... yes, but I don't have anything to do or plan on doing today. It just so happens."

"Well, that's unusual. Even though it's a work ghost."

"I just don't want you to tell me. Why don't we go to dinner? I'll take care of it."

"... Behind, there is?

"You wouldn't come if I told you there was, would you?

"There is."

Alfred roared "uh-huh," but lost to Nicola's pressure, and became the feather leaving the mansion to be drawn. Along the way, even if I asked Aya for help, Aya was waving "Welcome, little boy," with a happy face, so I'm probably deafening. Poor boy Alfred was taken to Nicolas.