Tower of Karma

It was the restaurant for the nobles that was brought in sloppy. Alfred looks surprised when he sees the face where he was. I'm surprised there are a few other people besides Ehlis, and look at one of them to deepen my surprise even further.

"Long time no see, Your Highness Alfred"

"It's Palomides, isn't it! When did you get back? Wow, I miss you."

"... looks the same"

Palomides smiled nostalgic at Alfred's reaction.

"It's a good tone, like old times. Nobody thinks I'm a prince now. haha."

"That would help if you said so"

"Yeah, well, I used to be a mabdachi with three handsome people, and I don't like to change my tone because I became a prince. I always do, except in public."

I held the shoulder of Palomides, who smiled lightly, and Lamberto said away with a grin on my face.

(Did I get along so well with Lamberto?

(Me, so lambert and -)

A raw warm gaze is sent to the lambelt that thumbs up.

"Well, that's why I was called."

"You can't call me no reason. You're busy, Alfred."

"Oh, no, that's not true."

Ellis' words come together. Alfred confused by the cold. The cause would have been that I didn't go to the birthday party without having to guess. The only way to apologize here is to open your mouth.

"... I apologize for not being able to go to the party. I've been a little busy lately... but I finally got a big job. Now little by little..."

"Even though I have time to play with Mira,"

A whispering but painful blow. Alfred couldn't hide his upset and saw Nicolas.

"We found out everything. My follow-ups were poor, too, but the seeds I sowed myself in the first place, harvest them myself"

I can't imagine how your relationship with Mira was exposed to Alfred. Somehow the world is different. As a noble lady, there was no point in assuming that her routine, which was complete in that circle, intersects with that of Mira, who also had various emotions and hated the nobility furiously.

"Mira, I see. If you're auditioning with her, you must be getting stronger."

"I guess I was strong. Alfred from the north defeated the undefeated Palomides, and Mira suddenly showed up and blew it."

Mira's name meant something else to the men. The most powerful girl of the generation, the girl who put Alfred on the ground going both ways of literature and martial arts. For the first time, he learned of the defeat, and his surroundings put various thoughts around Alfred's appearance, who had suffered his first defeat. He knew the taste of defeat, and there was a change.

"That's why."

"Then why?"

Ealis swells her cheeks a lot. Tumbling Alfred.

"There are martial arts competitions. Let's see where I grow up. I'm a little confident I'm narrowing the difference."

"Me too. It's getting pretty strong withstanding Admiral Claude's mess."

Palomides, there was a flame in Lamberto's eyes. Once, the son of a hero who suddenly emerged from the North. It is unimaginably competitive from a mindless atmosphere. No martial arts, no sentence, no one to shoulder. At that point, there was no more than him. Even Mira, in terms of his overall strength, would have stood out to him.

Everyone learned desperately to catch up with him. Most gave up, but the rest of them were brushing their fangs all the way here. There's a place to show it off. A great opportunity awaits.

"No, I'm not answering. There's no reason to leave."

So the reaction is within the assumption for both of us, but it was still not something that made us feel good.

"It's a great opportunity for a young man to show his strength. Especially you would need that!?

"You want to say that Lamberto needs to show strength in order to be king. Then I knew I didn't need it. Because I don't want to be king."

Everyone was stunned by what Alfred said.

"... do you realize you're making a pretty big statement?

Even Nicolas is surprised and gets confirmation. Alfred laughs at the strange reaction to it. They didn't understand. Usually, a man who lives like that, even a prince, aspires to be king. He said it was natural to be.

"There's no one in the royal palace who pushes me now. Mr. Rafael if it's the most recent. If it is a distant future, the three younger brothers born to the Three Queens. They become kings. At no time will I be king, nor do I need to be. I don't even want to be."

Alfred's cohesive atmosphere. There is no lie there. On the contrary, something is rather increasing. It swells up. Palomides frowned when he saw it. It's not like brilliance. It's also different from the pressure the samurai have. Now, something, something's full of this space.

The eye spills gold.

"The king is good for anyone. Arcadia is fine now. That's why I get the job of shuddering the stuff they spill. Although it is still small now, the foundation has been formed little by little. Yes, the king can be anyone, but I can only do this. I'm the only one who's gonna see that, right?

They thought Alfred was smoking. I was thinking of sticking with it and pulling it out onto the surface stage. That's what it was for him, and King's Road is what suits him, that's what I was thinking. But Alfred is finding his way.

"You say garbage collection and chores are the foundation?

"Yes, I am."

I said it without hesitation. Nicola doesn't know. What is he thinking?

"Al, what do you see?

"I wonder what I should do in Arkas."

It doesn't look like Nicola. What path does he look forward to?

I don't understand everyone on this occasion.

"Ma, that's an excuse. Oh, can I eat too? I haven't eaten anything in the morning."

Alfred broke up and took his seat. A relaxing atmosphere. There is no earlier vibe for him to eat while apologizing to Elise. That's why it was creepy. Is he really stagnant, or is he growing, as if he can't see?

There is something bottomless. Now he can't even speculate because the target is different from ourselves, but he is arrogant.

The king is good for everyone. I mean, he implicitly said he could do it without being overwhelmed. I guess I'm not taking it lightly. At least you know the burden of saying you don't want to do it. It is a word that came out because I know the horrors of the royal palace because I have seen my father.

Still, anyone can do it, he said. Now Arcadia, the circumstances surrounding it, after all the additions, that's what he said. What would his father think of that? Do you think it's arrogant, or do you think it's foolish, or...

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- That's today's report.

"Hmm, you're getting quite finished. Keep your habits intact and explore and implement the best you need to do. You know what's missing from that one?

"You can't possibly understand. I'm a shadow. Shadows don't think."

"Huh, boring. It's time to move on to the next stage. It's your fault, Alfred. If you want to get out of my hand, let me down."

"You want it or you want it."

"I don't know, I don't know anymore. This place is cold, inorganic, alone. I guess the king came about the board. The border between the king and me is running out."

"... right"

"It doesn't change what you have to do. I'll only make it up to you. No matter where you go."

William was alone, sitting on the throne crushing. On the spot where no one is supposed to be...

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The day before the martial arts tournament, the eve festival was held at the Royal Palace. Aristocrats spend graceful time with moving servants on their asses. Tomorrow's event is nothing but a spectacle for some contestants. Whether it's a drink dish or a bet, the product looks good and ends up being the same person, it doesn't change what you do.

"Disclosure of the combination at the eve festival? I'll scorch you."

"I bet. A little too much iron for Palomides."

"The confrontation is with Lamberto, the Zebalts. Hey. It's a mistake there, too."

"Let's have a drink before the night before the festival."

"Great suggestion"

Beside the nobles who speak to the weather.

Each of the contestants was putting on a final push.

"Have you exceeded your ten-man hand? That's the descendant of the Gunters."

"That would be rude to him, Jonas. That's right, Palomides."

"Must be."

Ten gatekeepers and Osvalt called for training to fight and beat their opponents in a row. This desolation, in which a selection of fierce opponents are among Osvalt's genealogies, is a difficulty that, with the exception of the historical masters, only the strong whose martial names, such as Villibrand, Christoph and Beatrice, echo those of other countries, can break through.

That's what Palomides from the outside tried to break through. Regardless of the difference in the quality of the brother-in-law from time to time, if the height of the average becomes Osvalt's genealogy pride, there can be no complaints. He will also become a world-famous Yingjie. I'm in trouble if you don't get it done.

"It's the eleventh. Can you still hold the sword?

"... Yes! Absolutely!"

Because it carries Osvalt's sign.

"Wow, I envy you! I can't believe Lady Gilberto put on an archery right away."

"It would be a reward without ten. The experience of exchanging swords with that one is worth more than just a few seconds out of ten. Bite the value of it. Young man."

Kensei, take the sword out.

The spear twirls like a dragon. The poking track is sharp, thin, and wears dots. The skill to see and love again and again. Claude's spear was so beautiful, delicate and packed with skill, contrary to the man's appearance.

"If you lose to Osvalt, I'll kill you!

"Hii!?

No relation even the day before. Claude was imposing a hell of a special training on Lambert. The courage I have taken myself a step from tradition and format and asked myself. Claude was going to give him that consideration. Because Claude thinks that one step is strength.

(Well, it seems Al won't be joining us this time, and I won't have to complain about working out this idiot. And this guy's pretty funny. It's worth it.)

No problem if it's not an act of enmity. Work out well and let your apprentice do the surrogate war with Osvalt, and hence the fight with Beatrice.

(Master is surprisingly funny)

Claude polishes the lambert with a norrinoli.

Each of the other young men had their last finishes as they wished. Overwhelmingly palomides advantage in the Lower Horse Review, Lamberto in the next point, others not even so much to be expected. That's why they polish their martial arts to the last moment. When I made the biggest madness and showed it, I was burning my ambitions.

Tomorrow will be a hot day. For those who leave, for those who see...

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Around that time, Alfred, on the other hand, had meetings with his own business members. What to do about the work, to what extent, etc., is on the agenda. I can do as much cleaning as I want. However, cost-effectiveness will be more important than being a job. Drawing on the scope to be done, the first setting is the most important for the continuing project.

"I don't get my hands on the house. Focus on garbage collection. What should I do to clean it?

"You're putting it in the quote, aren't you?

"Yeah. But if you do it every corner, it's gonna take all the time."

"Are you doing it around there? There will also be proficiency in personnel."

"I need you to get out of my hands in moderation. The manual will have to be modified in due course while Conrad does what he says. Just like that. Then it's the airline theory on the desk."

"Just cleaning. Just cleaning."

"Haha, it's a hassle, but it's a job"

Alfred decided he had to do it for now and see how it went. I get distortions when I try to move everything just by calculating on the desk. My experience at the Taylor Chamber of Commerce and my own, I have only been out of the world for three years (one year in school I was enrolled in the Taylor Chamber of Commerce, six months after I left school and became independent, a year and a half later to this day), but I have seen painful eyes there many times.

It took me a little while to know that reason alone wouldn't work for me as long as I could do the deceptive calculations. Now, I can tell you that too.

"I'll be out that day, too. Figure out a good way to do it."

"Then clean up the rest of each job and dissolve it. Come home for dinner."

"Yes."

An extended reply. Less distracting words at the Taylor Chamber of Commerce. There are no elites like them in this Chamber of Commerce. There won't be five people who can call themselves merchants. But Alfred thinks that's a good idea. Suitable materials, even if there are Taylor Chamber of Commerce people here, they just rot. Alfred himself doesn't intend to make much money, and he won't be able to form an environment that satisfies a young man full of ambition. I am not aiming in that direction. Alfred's desire to make money in the infrastructure of the Chamber of Commerce does not necessarily work to his advantage.

"Young, I'll take you to Meshi, but what about the owner?

"Aya should be ready for me today, so I'll eat at home. I want to be with you as much as possible. It's my family."

The servants who have always supported the Taylor family, the Lewis family, and Alfred have also become quite old and short lived. I want to stay as long as I can. Because after I lost my mother, I owe you a great debt of gratitude for being with me as my grandmother's replacement and my mother's replacement.

I'll see you tomorrow.

"Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow"

The Chamber of Commerce will be on track soon. Just a few more steps.

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A servant with a dark expression stood in front of the gate to pick him up when he returned to the mansion.

"What's the matter with you? Aha. You'd be tired if you stood there."

Alfred stood in front of the servant worried.

"Boy. Take this."

I don't want to give it to you if I can, that's how it goes. From the trembling fingertips I could see hesitation and grinding. It's just a single seal in the hands of a servant.

"... ah"

Seeing the wax, Alfred blued in an instant.

"To the royal fate, sir."

Alfred sees the contents. I can't tell you whether or not the king's life, its contents...