Tower of Karma

"Lord Claude. What can I do for you this evening?

"I need to speak to Your Majesty. You need to hurry, so I can push you through."

"No, but no matter how, my lord, it's..."

"Then what? Will Temeer stop me with the spear?

"… I will report to you"

"To Rafael? Whatever you want."

Claude makes a grand central break through the royal palace. Though he is only expected to function as a bridge between Nederks and Arcadia, he is nevertheless definitely a man in charge of the corner of the Admiral, who has only three seats in the Arcadia army.

"Dear Claude. Not any further."

I thought you said it was for the fire.

"The rules..."

"Screw you."

In addition, the force had matured with each passing year and was now just the culmination. Arcadia is the strongest if you have a spear. Claude is so strong now that even Arcadia, where the White Knight and Sword Saint are located, is rumored to be so. He's the number one spear in the spear Nedeluxe.

status and force, which was too large to pass through some impotence.

So far...

"Claude. What are you doing this late at night?

"Damn it, Raphael. It's for the fire. Speak directly to Your Majesty."

"I'll hear it."

"Why don't we talk through a guy of the same status?"

"Because that's the rule"

One of the same quality. No, practically a superficial presence in this royal palace. It is he, Rafael von Arcadia, who stands over the ministers as assistant to the king and prime minister, as the man who divides the same Arcadia generals. Even just Claude can't break through this wall in peace.

"Retreat. Raphael"

"You're not calm, Beatrice. It's not like you."

"I'm always me. If that's what it looks like, you just don't understand me."

…………

Raphael's face was slightly distorted. Because that's, in a way, probably the only weakness. That's why I shouldn't follow you any further.

"Alfred is under attack. Looks like there's assassins lurking all over the city."

Marianne breaking and entering. "I see," Raphael nodded when he heard the words.

"Let's crack the soldiers immediately. We need you to search, protect, and come to the royal palace."

"Are you stupid, Temee? You want me to bring you to the royal palace knowing who's letting that assassin go?

"There is no certainty. Or are you certain? Tonight, let go of the assassins and find out who the first prince of this country is after."

"Mm-hmm. Klau."

Marianne blocked Claude's mouth. And stare at Kick Rafael.

"You tried to make me say it now. To push Claude."

"... about what"

"Claude. You can't give that name any more than you have certainty. No matter how much your position, it's just like a bug for them. Understand."

There is no usual joke in Marianne's eyes. I guess I'm trying desperately, just desperately, to carry things in the right direction. Normally, she's flabby, but she's basically out of her mind. That's better than the man in front of you.

"You're smart, Marianne. That's why you know, right? There's nothing I can do about this. It's up to him, and it's up to the chief tonight, than His Majesty has no one to protect him. That's what I call politics."

Marianne ate her teeth all the time. He understands everything. Understood, he said to move as the king intended. There is no more movement of him than the King so chooses, beyond the scope of the rules. His inactivity means that the majority of the forces in this country are immobile.

"Pull it out."

"Shisha Nena"

Whispering, the two took an irrevocable stand against impotence. Up to this point, it's a joke. But I'm sorry it's not a joke up ahead. No matter how you fall, it rains blood.

"Don't imitate stupid, Beatrice. You're not the same idiot there, are you? We are Arcadia nobles, samurai. It's the state that should be given priority."

"I live like I want to live. There's so much to lose."

"Whatever you do, your father, your brother, Lord Carl will not return."

The eyes of Beatrice were wide open. Moments...

"Raphaelu!"

Claude roared at a blameworthy time. Don't step in it, it's like you're screaming, a growl similar to reprimand. Raphael also notices his own rudeness, and after a little shaking, he still stares straight at them both. There are things to take precedence over unfulfilled thoughts.

"Come on, Claude. The moment you point that spear at me, your life will be crushed!

"You can't even complain about the threat if you don't wear power to your head, Temee."

"This is the power, Claude. Yours is too primitive."

Claude is going to fly again. Raphael also attaches his hand to the lower back sword as he responds. one-touch immediacy. Those watching faraway were breathing and staring at the sight.

"No, Claude. Stop!"

"I'm his brother. Protect your family."

"That's the mistake. You are afraid of the mood of His Highness's brother, His Majesty's son. What's so funny? You think the slave class was reborn after breathing Arcadia air? That's the kind of thing that gets in the way, you know."

"... ugh."

Claude rocks again, just like Beatrice. The feeling that springs up as well as anger is grinding. I'm born because Raphael's remarks are firing a target. I really want to be his brother. I want to admire the man who is his father, myself as my father again. Knowing that the wish won't come true, if you get strong, if it helps, someday - some of you will. They poked me.

Stupid, man gap.

"You touched two scales, Raphael."

"You are about to touch the Arcadia scale, the most powerful nation in the world. There's no comparison."

"Way to go Bear. I can't shake anymore. I'm so ready. Reverse scales, why don't we just bump him out? In the meantime, Temeye busts. I'm not a metaphor, I'm gonna bust you and slap you into that tree over there. Expose yourself to the utmost embarrassment, you shady bastard."

"Guards! Surround these guys. Don't think of this man as a general. Enemy soldiers and..."

"Lady Rafael!

"What!?

"That's a lot of noise. There were some people who couldn't reach their concubines."

"K, Lady Claudia!? I'm sorry. I've made this kind of noise..."

"... there's my daughter. You look like a fool, yes, you have chestnut hair there."

Claudia narrows her eyes and whispers her fingers. Ahead was Marianne's appearance.

"Yes. Her Royal Highness Queen Claudia. What can I do for you?

"Is that Bernbach?

"Yes, it's in Marianne von Bernbach"

"... the rough guy there is a decorative general, the other one is... Osvalt's... Kuku, what an interesting combination. You must be here to see His Majesty.

"You are absolutely right"

Claudia sent Raphael a glimpse when she heard the response.

"Let it pass."

And just let go of a word.

"Well, that's not why..."

"My concubine tells me to pass."

"... eh"

What floats in Claudia's face is like a girl who finds a toy, a malicious, contradictory and distorted grin on it.

"I was bored tonight and I couldn't help it. Someone is playing at the concubine's strange spot. That's really unforgivable. If it's a concubine's toy, you don't know the wrath."

Only Marianne sensed the intent of this statement. No, still, I was good at it. Claudia sidelined it and found something that looked interesting, that kind of grin.

"Marianne and I are smart. Therefore, my concubine would prefer to die."

"Oh, thank you"

"It's funny."

"Huh?"

"I'm similar to that woman, but her essence is no different than that fool there. Smart, intentional, curious to hang out knowing you can't get it, clown."

"... What does Her Highness know?

Claudia, let's go. Look at Marianne, and the king's bedroom door opens, and look at the people who start making noise without who should be there, and...

"Everything."

Theresa and I just showed up to see how things were going - see Ernesta, the other Bernbach, and...

From the bedroom, the King's, William's appearance had disappeared.

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"That's a pretty serious outfit."

"I'm going to kill you, I guess. There is a reason to kill or keep alive. Either way, it won't hurt you."

"That sounds like a story. We only fight to win."

"What's different from a white knight?

"No, I'm not. I win when I should. Even if you lose a lot, you fight when you should win."

A clown wearing a cheap wig. There is always a funny grin sticking to that mask, which gives laughter to the beholder, as well as a hint of anxiety, fear.

Underneath that smile, what does Dodo think? Because I don't know.

"And win"

"You're the only line I can tell you."

The Taoism showed a grand stride that I didn't think was a Taoism.

"If that thing is serious, it's hard to follow"

"The chaser is Black Star, he's top notch."

"If you still mean it, you'll get away with it."

"Then what?

"I can feel free to intervene directly... but not necessarily. Let's just say we push a little bit more."

"Poor kid."

"It's bad to come beyond my assumptions. Today and so on. I thought if I disturbed my mental state so much, I would have no teeth on my palomides opponent and expose him to something unusual. I designed it to be that way, and I knew I'd see his sword and do quite a bit of it. But the result..."

"A piece of paper. Just one hand overshadowed the victory or loss"

"It was only with the sword of Palomides that I crushed my grip, though. Still, it wasn't what it was supposed to be."

"Is it even in your hands?"

"Not yet. Not yet."

"Not yet."

The king of the Taoists sways the streets of Arkas.

"Come on, what do you show us at the extreme end? My beloved son."

Taoism, I did laugh now.