Tower of Karma

Although he moved from the royal palace, Alfred extended his legs to the royal palace every now and again to meet his father. I was also visiting the royal palace that day to get my father to do his archery.

Lost to Mira many times, trained each time, and still lose. I enjoyed those days. I had a feeling I was getting stronger. Besides, I got along with Mira, and I got to interact with her father, so I could find a higher wall.

Defeat boosted Alfred. I kept elevating it.

I haven't seen my father in a long time today. I can get you to sew between busy times and hang out with the archery. The defeat that has overlapped, every time I learned, I became stronger. Show the achievement.

Exasperated, Alfred heads under his father. Will you get a compliment today, with that dream...

"Alfred had God that day"

William was sitting alone in the office. It looks like there's no one around. The voice is out of shadow, but there's no sign of people there.

"I stripped my father of his mask from you and pulled out the White Knight in action. Still, the wound doesn't seem to have healed. each other."

William snorts "Hum".

"A father who nearly killed his son and his real son by his real father,"

The White Dragon still remembered the day vividly. Father and son were meant to be twisted together. My son was convinced that he would be lightly deceived where he meant it by his great father, who also had the illusion that the difference in power was still great.

The sword was a heterogeneous thing even in the knowledge of White Dragon. A stunt that also took in the reasoning of the Father's concession, the talent that surpassed his father there and the sword that matched it. The White Dragon was wary when he saw it. I understood it at a glance. He said he was trying to mimic those two and find his own sword from there. I just take in the purely good, its weightiness and innocence is horrible.

White knights and gladiator kings, talents that describe those two at the same time. Heartbeat, all on the way. Stretch it out. It's still there. So this is it. At the end of the day, the White Dragon couldn't imagine where it was going.

My father is overwhelmingly strong, my son is still immature. Differences between the two sides have broken my father's mask and brought out the White Knight's seriousness. For the first time in a long time, zero degrees, the concentrated intent to kill broke Alfred's heart. Blood drips from Alfred's neck as he falls down. I turned down my neck, even though it was a thin piece of skin, and I was turned down. That fact left a huge wound on both of us.

"Good for that one. You could have proven it indefinitely, right? I am the King. Maybe that won't change until you die. I can't go back to being just my father. And that, too, is just not going back to my son."

"Special treatment for you, huh? My surroundings were a lot of trouble today, but from me looking at everything, it's kind of like what happened earlier. You're treating her too special."

"What's wrong with special treatment? That one is special. Is that all? Besides, my father, who stays with me, wants that to be nothing special. I'm sure I want it from the bottom of my heart that it's scarce as a king's vessel. At the same time, I am certain."

William grins sadly.

"What I want... won't come true"

Tomorrow, everything moves. All calculations are in order. The power of Palomides, the state of Alfred, the results are visible. All movements from there have also been simulated.

Sai was thrown a long time ago.

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Fight in front of the king. I just didn't think that all that would be so disturbing. Alfred objectively understood that his condition was the worst. I know what caused it. That my father, who respected and trusted me, was about to kill me.

(That was an accident. Your father was so proud of you. Why am I like this?)

Sword archery. There can be such accidents. I care too much, that's all. It seems objectively so, but for some reason my heart won't listen to me.

The shaking mind even affected the body, weakening Alfred's body in just one night. He's lost his vitality, his complexion is bluish and white, and he's dull to the movement of his limbs.

I can't even explain to myself why this is happening. When people ask me if what I'm dying for is trauma, I don't think so. In fact, the knight who encountered the encounter, when he was about to kill me, was not in the same condition as it is now.

I said, "Why..."

Just one, Alfred takes the stage. If you realize it, you can see the martial arts tournament, and Palomides, the enemy, in front of you. I see it, but I don't see it.

The gaze was directed at my father, even if it did not fit directly.

I don't know how this feels. I don't know what caused this tremor. Why do those days flash back? I don't know what that means.

"He looks terrible. Is this what I admired about the wall to be exceeded?

Palomides is saying something. But that doesn't strike Alfred in the ear. I can hear you, but it's not in my ear. The voice does not work the thought to figure out its meaning even when it arrives. Why is this happening? Why did my father put himself on the stage that he had now left alone? The more I think about it, the blunter my head gets.

"Only the sky above, huh? All right, I'm worth it... let me turn around and show you!

Palomides pulled out his sword. Alfred pulls out his sword accordingly, too. My body is heavy with my head still hurt. Not in a state where you can fight roughly.

"Come on!

At that moment, the audience boiled. Alfred also opened his eyes to surprise again.

Momentum penetration. Before that power...

Black sheep, musculoskeletal bodies were creating a different sense of weight. The grand horn wears everything. It is the heaviness of the piercing Palomides that makes Ostberg the pride of a pitch-black heavy-duty knight.

"Huh!?

Alfred pierced the piercing with a single hair. I was able to handle simple and linear movements, turning around behind me. I intended to deal with it.

(This is heavy!?

Blunt paralysis in the hand. I felt it when Kyle and the superiors received the blade, trying to taste it from the same generation - this sword went far beyond Alfred's assumptions.

"What's up! Just take it. Is that your sword?

Stupid sword, that was the sword of Palomides. Straight everywhere, hence easy to read. Worst compatible with Alfred, who does anything cleverly. I wasn't willing to lose. Even in this state, he insulted me.

Big horns that don't break and bend and clump iron cores together. But the man waving it wasn't stupid. I'm sure he has gained a lot of experience in El Touré. There were more options in the straight. There are no more bills than Alfred's. I don't even have the dexterity to flatter it. But with just a few more hands, the technique of stopping a powerful big horn had been greatly shredded.

(No way, so much, Palomides!

Stronger. I got smarter. The sword has grown up. I know myself, I know the world, I am the sword I have arrived at. More strength and suppleness enhanced by Osvalt.

I can feel the power in my hands. Take it as well as you can, and still the rest to stay.

Sweat was erupting. Sweat grip from back, forehead, hands.

"You finally saw me!

Palomides burning with joy. Alfred realized he was committing a lethargy with a sword that was even more powerful. I can't help myself. Too much, my opponent's sword. There is no excuse for an insult to my generation, my condition, etc.

(Focus! There are winners. Only now, spit it all out of your head!

On the verge of losing. Intense loss of color. Alfred's heart finally showed calm after coming here.

The flames dance. A pale flame.

"Alfred Wow!"

Roar of Palomides. With it comes a sword with tremendous destructive power. I don't take it. No, there's no way out. The retreat in the first place only postpones the loss. While there is still at least a little grip left, it is finished with a single hand of resurrection.

(even use the opponent's momentum to end up at the counter)

One hand pops out in an instant and moves it into uninterrupted execution. Only at this moment did my thoughts become clear. The moment I became aware of my defeat, it was as if I had to accept it before my strays cleared up. For a moment, it's really just a moment, but 'myself' is back.

The opponent's highest power, forcefully replacing the body in the moment of collision. He converted the power of the progression into rotation and switched bodies around. Palomides realizes he has been taken back. There was no alarm. It's just that Alfred's maneuver has created a huge gap.

What it meant to be taken back by a single hit, Palomides smiled bitterly and turned around. I'm sure I have a sword on my throat. It still didn't arrive. I regret it, but that's why...

"That's Alfred. My Negative -"

Turning around, Alfred stood with his face crooked. A sword-wielding position, just as long as you held the sword, it should have been pointed at Palomides' throat. But the reality is, Alfred the Handless is just where he is.

The sword is rolling in the corner of the stage.

"... my loss. Palomides."

I don't even know if there was any grip left or if it slipped with sweat, that's Alfred himself. I held the sword and intended to triumph.

But here's the reality.

"You've really grown stronger."

Alfred drops his arm slowly and walks out without turning his back. Palomides dropping it off in awe. "Palomides" cheers descend from the audience.

Only for a moment, Alfred turned his gaze to the person he cared about.

(After all, that's the thing, isn't it)

Alfred smiled sadly. Because there was an 'eye' where I imagined it.

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Around the man, he was surrounded by an atmosphere where even a word could be said. Even the Three Queens don't want to speak up to the man they are today. Same goes for the princes.

The atmosphere the man held together was too cold. The gaze is zero degrees, nothing, absolute zero degrees of rejection of everything. Anger, fright, I can't even guess. But only one thing is clear.

The man, William von Arcadia, King of Arcadia, had an icy zero-degree gaze on his son. It is directed to the foolishness that suffered defeat by Palomides.

Claudia laughs lusciously at it. Something sounded like a move.