Tower of Karma

Alfred washes his clothes and body with care at a nearby water field and still feels the smell doesn't cut off and puts on his face. I have nothing but anxiety. The status quo, but out-of-the-box. He was not in a hurry. Spend the night here first. If you walk down the street at this time, you stand out in vain, and if it takes a chaser, you can't hit your hand on foot. What I would say is smarter to reveal a night in this forest than that and start acting the next day.

"... it's a little chilly."

If you start a fire, the chances of finding it increase. I don't know how much it would cost to get here, but I can't take any more risks than I can't read my father's seriousness.

"All right, let's move and warm up, and then we'll dry our clothes too. Sweat, to the point where you don't!

I try to start my sword workout with just two birds a stone, but I feel softly depressed when I see the sword I have pulled out. Because there was a broken sword everywhere, and it was as if I were looking at myself now.

"... just foot judgment. Finally."

What I learned today was my lack of local power. I had intended to stand around cleverly until now and do something well, but that was only a delusion.

There is no winning eye where a fake that degraded the real one before made his nose rough.

(faster, sharper)

You need to improve the quality if fakes are to beat the real thing. My father told me today the simplest answer. Forged physical ability, that's what's in the underlay and that's strength. I don't have it. What are you halfway through?

(more, more -)

Looking at Mira's main body, she felt her father's strength on her skin, and she could not stay or stand.

I want to be stronger. I don't want to protect anyone anymore.

Even if you work out all of a sudden, it will be a long way from working out. Continuously, if you think about temperament, there is no point in working out. My body moves even if I know it. My heart screams to move.

(Be strong, I am!

The more I noticed, the sweat erupted, and the more white twigs floated in the darkness at night, the more he was moving. With all due respect, keep judging your feet. There is a foundation. The foundation on which strength is mounted. Though I have never narrowed down my auditorium, I need to change it a little with regard to the quality of my auditorium.

I found out about my immaturity. I learned of weakness. Then what?

I don't know.

"Shh!"

It is decided. Just do what you have to do.

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William was walking through the city of Arkas dressed in a dogmatic outfit. The shadows are sparse at this hour. A strange fit of his own stands out, but many are intoxicated if only this late at night. I guess I'm also considered a part of it. No one can possibly think of him as king.

(White Dragon, isn't there? It fits when it's time to rendezvous... well fine. He's not an actor, Blackie, and the majority of his work is done. From here -)

Into William's sight is a knight with a bundle of travel clothes. I don't think the young, unmatched atmosphere of practice fits this farce very well.

"Hey, knight, good night."

"It's too much, Dodo. If I hadn't protected him, he'd have died with the first needle."

"Thank you, Yuri. Great acting. Hundred points."

"... die once"

Ulysses of Leonvern, still no more qualified than he is. With strength close to the apex in Laurencia now, it would be ideal for 'that kid' if its source were a high technology.

"Is it outside Arkas now?

"If you're safe, it will. The sewers are worse than they were when I came through. I don't know if they're safe."

"... right"

Seeing William, who neither Dew nor Dew suspected that he had broken through while saying so, gave his son a glimpse of the high ratings this man holds. In the first place, I was struck by an unusually harsh hand technique from the beginning, and with that little assist of my own, the shape I almost broke through with my own driving.

He's not normal. Ulysses does not have eyes that measure the king's vessel, but excellent warrior qualities can discern it. He is a first-class product, undoubtedly a superior material. Physical ability to still make you feel stretched. The bias is so much. The technology is already top notch. I also have taste.

"He doesn't look like you."

"Oh, too much for me, kid."

Ulysses felt a little surprised by the pitiful grin he could see from the gap in his mask. I wondered if even a man with a zero heart could make these expressions.

"... Ulysses"

"... oh"

Such a look is a flash.

"I smell blood"

"This distance, the main entrance?

The farce is over now. The majority of the script should have passed already.

"... what do you mean?

A man who is supposed to be a schemer brings up a question mark. Screenwriters and actors tightened the atmosphere on both sides to the anomaly. You haven't finished the night yet.

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Ernesta exhales at the end of the farce. Would it have helped that guy a little? I want to get close to that guy's beloved 'girlfriend', even if I know it will never arrive. Happy to wear mud if that's what it is for. I'll help that guy.

That's why I was disillusioned by my sister and asked for this role.

"Keep calm, fool"

Claudia, looking out, called out without a single glance. This is a rare situation in a way. She throws very few words against Ernesta. Because I haven't even put it on my teeth - and yet what's the point of saying it?

"I'm still stupid, you are. And that's what drew that man's gaze?

"... what are you talking about?

"Wise and cowardly, move as you wish, as a woman of high value for use. Well, I'm gonna throw up."

"The way I am, the way you are..."

"Concubines are different"

"... what?

"My concubine says no."

The expression cannot be seen from Ernesta's standing position.

"The concubine knows how to turn that man around. You can't do it, no one can do it, only a concubine can do it, serve. Come on, dance. My concubine will play from here."

But the atmosphere tells me something is wrong.

"It's a farce. Finish. Now, if you don't like it, you'll see your concubine.

Trance witch. Desire stripping monster was there.

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"... why is that here?

The doorway of Arkas, the main entrance, had a tragic sight. The body, the body, the body, the body that does not retain its original form.

Looking up to heaven to support the spear in its center is an alien monster. One eye that moves irrespective of one eye of dysfunction. There is zero saliva from the mouth, and the monster drips to the ground without even trying to wipe it. Asymmetrical bodies give unspeakable fear to the beholder.

"Knight of the diaspora, do you still drift into the Lord's death?" Black Eagle, "Lester von Falke"

The monster's name is Lester von Falke. He was an excellent knight and a loyal young man. A man full of martial arts qualities, who was supposed to unravel martial arts, and go back and forth in the middle of chivalry.

If the White Knight had eaten Ostberg, an exodus, he must have left his name in the history of war. As the righteous knight, as Ostberg's honorable and high masterpiece.

Everything went crazy because...

My moving eyes caught just one point.

"Gi, Ga."

Everything turned upside down, the man who was more right than anyone was more wrong than anyone else, and the man who was more straight than anyone else was more distorted than anything else. There is no longer anger or anything. There was nothing to protect, and the purpose of living was lost. So monsters just drift.

"... gi"

Lester starts swirling spears irregularly. Beautiful spears have already been lost. What's left is a creepy, albeit unspoiled spear pattern. It's like a clumsy man is forced to spin a spear.

"Back off, white knight!

It's just a step, I've stuffed the distance with just one poke. I was also surprised by the sudden acceleration without preliminary motion, but what was more threatening was its penetration. Slip the handles and hold the stone projections, if only they are still within comprehension. The monster goes on top of it.

"Have you removed your joints? Pain is a stupid question. Well, that's a big move."

Behind the poked Ulysses, William was praising his opponent for his moves. I can tell by just one poke. He also overlapped the loss, transcended the pain, and transcended the limits by becoming vain. Its nature is cut off by distortion, but thus his limit point was also distorted and ironically extended.

Now he's in the same realm as ourselves. No, madness leads us one step further.

"I'll take care of this. Ulysses, you have your part to play."

William pulled out his sword with a zero degree grin.

"No. Instead, you go. If you're a white knight, you can't win now!

If you think Yura moved out, it also shows Jun Min's extreme movements. It should be cramped, full of up, down, left, and right gaps, but distortion and movement beyond the scope of a person will cover it. In the first place, the skeleton itself is different from normal people.

"You know what I mean. I can't defeat this monster with a sword that fights with knowledge. Because it is no longer within the realm of people. The body, the moves, even the spirit, can be read with your eyes. Too incompatible."

Even Ulysses, who said so, said he could finally hold on to his two swords. I'm not pretending to be Ulysses and the man who says William. Rather, I appreciate it above all else, and I am alert with warriors who are not alarmed.

Still, the Ulysses decided they couldn't win at William.

"Goddamn it, why don't you show me the pieces of paranoia in front of Teng who destroyed the country?"

Leap at no motion. The move, twisted enough to screw through the body from, and slamming spears full of force with its recoil, forced even Ulysses to avoid being in bad shape if he couldn't take it. Lester showing off his pursuit setup. Ulysses has a counter on the move.

"... felt the counter, stopped moving,"

A monster of nothingness who even abandoned his paranoia. Just fight, live, and fight. That repetition until death.

"By chance, will this monster show up this night, at this time?

I understood that Ulysses and this ridiculous situation was what was created. Then the man behind you will understand who made it.

"... you did it, you witch"

Everything was palm. Ernesta's performance was not only a meeting, but it worked effectively as an essence to boost the farce. Without mistake, he would have dived through the obstacle, resenting his father and only one, winged out of this swaying cage. He travels when he starts to see people in the streets. There was a lead on the road that I accidentally called Ulysses, and I came here to see the two of them off their backs. So this farce was a curtain.

William stares at his castle, the royal palace. I admire the witch, who has for the first time in a long time transcended her own thoughts, the woman who has repeatedly pulled the farce that would be there.

"You go! Not if the script says this anymore! If we can get Lester here, we'll have enough pawns for him."

This is how anyone understands.

"... Alfred"

William surrendered his sword and ran out as Ulysses and Lester fought a fierce battle. Even if Lester moves to hold it back for some reason, it keeps Ulysses perfectly under control.

"I won't let you get in the way. When I rode that man's farce, I made up my mind!

With Ulysses pushing back in a fractured mood, William dived one, the bloodwet front gate.