Tower of Karma

Alfred was lightly tummy in the stall wearing the jacket and hat he bought there. If you're hiding a tree, it's more difficult to find downtown in the woods if it's still this time. I bought the jacket and hat because it can easily change my impression. I didn't change everything because I thought it was somewhat noticeable in a package purchase. It's no strange story to wear a hat or jacket on the spot. But if I get dressed and leave, I'll make an impression on the store, and if they grab it, the disguise will turn into a clue. That makes no sense.

Because the meal was long this evening. Energy must be secured while possible.

(Father, to someone else, hired an assassin, exercised, and reached the pillow. Today, all of a sudden... the cause is the defeat of the martial arts tournament, your father's disappointment? Give him one last chance, kill him because he couldn't. If he's the White King, will he do it?

My heart hurts. Alfred continues his thinking by forcing him to ignore it.

(But would that be necessary? If Father took me, he wouldn't even be the pile to leave in the first place. [M] Would you bother hiring an assassin with all that skill to kill me like that? I wouldn't be able to hire more than one of them softly, that number and quality)

I can't even rest my eating hands between my thoughts. It's a tough situation to find, but it's not a zero chance of finding it. Time is limited to do anything. Now is not a strange time for people to still wander, but the crowd will decrease slightly from here. If that happens, this could be a great hunting ground that is easy to find, with its inverted role as a forest.

(As a matter of reason, the benefits of killing me don't make up for it. Then it must be that guy. cunning like a snake, brutal like a witch, enjoying evil like a demon, that's the only one)

First Princess Claudia von Arcadia. Something that doesn't fit for this, it would be about her doing. She does things that are fine and not fit for fun. Daily tea meals such as letting the King's plate be poisoned. But because of her position and cunning not to let her grab her tail, the situation persisted that she and everyone could not blame even if they knew.

Probably, the blood-smelling event at the Royal Palace is attributable to her. It should be, but even the king never grabbed his tail.

(If so, there is no place for peace in the country anymore. Your father won't even try to protect me until he gives me the effort. [M] That's why my mother-in-law moved. I can't even rely on someone. If the other person is the queen, some imposition will pass. I don't know anyone who could be annoyed by the queen)

Technically, there is no such thing in the country. The only thing is that if you were a king, you would be able to take it out, but surely the king will not move more than that 'eye' pointed at you. I guess the queen moved the pawn today because she could tell that. For completely erasing the spark of asylum-free politics.

(I can't be in Arkas. No, nowhere in Arcadia...... outside the country, is it the only one)

Calm thinking concludes there. 'Goal' is an escape from the Arkas outside the country, only today. Even though I know it, Alfred clouds his face. From the north, I've lived here all my life. I can't help but be unprepared for a second home, a sudden expansion.

(Plus, even the escape route would be crushed. Ordinary paths, they will be absolutely held back, and access is regulated everywhere at night in the first place. There's a way out, but the other guy is an assassin, a pro on that road. into their realm, but no winning eyes)

The first assassin I met was clearly stronger than myself. If we do this right, we won't have a winner first. He was also caught off guard when he sprayed it. There is no next.

(Cut through this night well and go to battle tomorrow day. That's where my personal battle comes from.)

Cloudy expression before great anxiety. But if anyone had watched it, if someone who knew him well had watched, he might have been able to extract another emotion that dwelt behind it. I don't even know who the emotion is.

(But anywhere but individuals, we need to sort it out now. alive)

Finish the meal, finish the accounts as they are in nature, Alfred disputed by the crowd without any vigilance. Even a little finesse becomes heterogeneous in a population, and that becomes hooked. He knew it. As knowledge, as experience, so I can execute.

(First of all -)

Alfred walks around in grandeur. There is no heterogeneity there.

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"I'm sorry, Ellis, I used it on Dashi."

"It's okay, Leonie. It's for Otilia, isn't it?

"Really? That kid's an idiot, too. Hey. 'Cause it's Lamberto, that kid's. There's no way I'm hot that it worked a little bit, but it's worrying."

"But... it seems surprisingly popular."

Girls were also gathered around Lamberto, although not nearly as far as the Palomides hedges. I guess I stepped on it as futuristic when I saw how it worked today. Also, the competition rate is too high in Palomides. So I kept my lambert for now, and that thought seemed clear.

"... Wow. Because this is what Meehr is."

"Otilia is... uh, soggy in the corner"

The girl who held this meeting courageously in an attempt to get along with Lamberto couldn't move with her temperament and humility.

"Even that kid would be beautiful if he was grand... but - I can't help it. Will this Leonie take off her skin?"

"May Otilia's thoughts be fulfilled"

"Good about people, but take care of Ellis."

"... why?

"If my shield disappears, the softening men around here will push me."

"... I'm going to get a new shield (Nicolas)"

"That kid's beautiful, too, but it's a loss. Because you're always around, and I don't like to be compared."

"Nicolas is good. You're gonna be my son-in-law."

"... Hmm, then I wonder who's going to shoot Alfred"

"Huh!?

"Bye. So, Otilia's butt 'too', do you want to slap me"

"Already, Leonie idiot!

Ehlis starts looking for Nicolas with Leonie, her sister's skin on her ass as she heads under O'Tilia. You've already detected that Leonie has left, and a bunch of men are trying to make a move. We have to find someone to talk to right away. He's not just a talker, he's got an iron-walled, people-free vibe, that kind of person.

"Nicolas, where?

Make me your best friend, make me look familiar.

"Caaaaaaaa!"

Suddenly, the women's screams spread throughout the Otilian mansion, its garden, which is the venue.

"What the fuck!

Palomides rushes out to the screamer. The same goes for Lamberto. Seeing how these two react, the other guys follow.

"Come on, I feel like I'm drinking."

It was Lamberto's master who had no sign of moving at all, and Claude, who had been forced to participate after the audition when he heard he could drink free booze.

(No hostility. Harmful, too, hey. What are you going to do?)

Claude with thin, narrow eyes. At the end of his gaze...

"Excuse me. There's an emergency."

It was Alfred von Arcadia, who dressed everyday like a citizen would wear. Stand out for a long time on this occasion. He dresses so rougher than a servant.

"This is not a good place for a citizen like you to come in!

A noble man who happened to be nearby, who was also in the martial arts tournament, fisted Alfred. Dressing is still an important element in looking at people. Again, Alfred reaffirms it.

"No, Balthazar. The man!

Leonie, who was also nearby, tried to stop...

"Sorry. I'm in a hurry."

Alfred flickered his pointed fist, the counter flashed as it were, and Balthazar, the man of the giant, was instantly reaped consciousness. A collapsing giant, Alfred doesn't even turn his gaze on it.

"Hey Leonie, long time no see. By the way, don't you know Nicola? I need to talk to you."

"Uh, and. Probably around there somewhere."

"Thank you. That dress looks great on you."

"Oh, thank you"

Alfred walks past next to Leonie, whose face turns bright red as things overlap. Look at Balthazar, the men have no initial momentum. He and the participants in the martial arts tournament. Even if you don't have as much strength as Palomides or Lamberto, you're supposed to be quite a user.

"What are you doing, Alfred?"

Alfred makes a sorry look at Lamberto's query.

"Sorry. When I showed my face to my parents, I heard they were here. I didn't get an invitation, but I'm just gonna talk a little bit. I'll be home as soon as I'm done."

"What are you doing, Al!

Nicola approached with a slightly angry face when she heard the noise.

"You show up all of a sudden, and you're perfect for it."

"Bookcase at work, directly behind the desk, third step from the bottom, fifth book from the right."

"... suddenly say what?

"You're the only one I can count on. I know it's annoying. Even you are busy. [M] But I just have to talk to you now. We can't let everyone in the Chamber get lost in the streets."

Alfred held Nicola's shoulder tightly. Dropped. I am aware that I am saying irresponsible things. I take care of them because it takes more effort than making money at the overwhelmingly powerful Taylor Chamber of Commerce in the market, and I can't make a hundredth of that.

"I've already made my way. I also got a contract that was an opportunity. If you give me a little patience, I'm sure it'll be a big project. But if you have a big money making mind, you fail. You can't just be a merchant. Infrastructure of society, it's going to become commonplace, because it's one system. That's why you're the only one. Excellent, only you understand me."

"... I've never understood Al's way. And close."

Nicola turning her face aside. Alfred decided it was through and let go of his shoulder. Second, Alfred turns his gaze behind his back.

"... I see. I also showed my face to Taylor, and I showed my face over here. So it's noticeable and it's past. Yeah, but it's supposed to be."

Alfred smiles fiercely and sees behind him, the iron fence that sees nothing, something that is gathering ahead - perception.

"Al, what's the matter, if you need anything, I can..."

Ealis approaching. A glimpse of it made Alfred look pathetic. Hold her shoulder like this, let's run away together, or we'll be driven by such temptations. But you can't. This time, it was also an option that I would never want to take if it were supposed to be Irregular, if it were true, that I relied on Nicola.

There's no reason to leave Arcadia. Not like myself.

"Goodbye, Elise, Nicolas, and good luck"

Alfred drives straight against the wall. Someone had no time to stop it and jumped over the iron fence. A few metal sounds ahead of me, I heard them run away as they were.

"What the hell, Alfred's guy. What are you doing here?

Lamberto was dropping off Alfred, who had left with an eye for strange things. Palomides stares at Balthazar with a rugged look. I was thinking about whether or not I could defeat as many users as Balthazar as I could twist the baby's hand.

Such a chaotic venue.

"Sick!

Flashing is a glimmer of flash. Sliding between the iron fences, Claude's unleashed spear stood on something. "Crouch!?" and the voice of a short terminator.

"Hey, what are you doing, Master Shika!

"Just a quick confirmation. I'm only gonna hit the good guy. I'm trying to kill the prince of this country. Dead, naturally."

"Intention to kill... what?"

"Which way, Cora. Both ora. Ha ha, either way, it's too much time."

Lamberto and Palomides lag behind in horror. Because the face of a man who had been drinking on the dumb side until earlier was distorted by anger and flushing through angry hair heaven.

"Tadabooze Thanksgiving. I'm leaving because I'm in a hurry. Good luck tomorrow. Win the Palomides even if you die. Don't lose to Osvalt. Bye."

Claude also overcame the iron fence again, retrieving the spear ahead and deepening his grin when he saw the person who hit him. The grin was pity, a forsaken view, and all sorts of things crossed -

"If that looks like it, well, you're gonna get away with it today or so. Shall I say no?"

I made the spear point at the royal palace.

"What's going on?"

Those who were left stood bewildered.

"Again, it's just me."

Ellis was looking down regrettably. Nicola had felt better about being relied upon, and had been delayed in grasping her goodbye intentions. She will hate her own head for a while, the bluntness of its rotation. I don't know the facts until after the dawn of this night.

What Alfred entrusted to him, after he knew its weight.