Tower of Karma

Alfred had a small pause. Objectively, I'm already exhausted. Still, the spirit was following a path of exaltation, as if he had suffered from manic sickness. Self-restraint does not work. It's full because I'm keeping it down like this right now.

That's why I noticed. I don't rest, and I can see my sensibilities getting more and more acute. That's why I didn't miss it. Signs, faint clues.

"The sound of a hoof? Multiple, in the woods, approaching?

Alfred gave a distorted grin. I loved her. No matter how long they were scorned, no matter how many of their three younger brothers were born and branded useless, I've endured remembering those days in the North. Father and mother, and myself. A peaceful and warm family, which was completed by only three people. Oh, you can even let Aya in. I can be happy just remembering. Alfred's treasure.

A big crack finally ran there.

I let myself be targeted by an assassin. I slashed Mira. Objectively thinking about why, in front of solid evidence that was also moving, questions and so on explode. And the last of these...

"Ha, Father, you don't like me that much? Didn't I just kick you out, didn't I?

Too much to destroy the treasure.

A grin disappears from Alfred's face. All that remained was the cold atmosphere and the appearance of Nobu.

"... will you die?"

Live. If you want your father to die, let him live the other way.

Because Alfred thought it would be the greatest revenge.

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The tower has just begun construction. It was supposed to be the largest building in the world, at a height overlooking Arkas even as it stands. Two shadows rush through it, forming itself at heights to make it a little higher. It was people fighting, fists clashing, and the sound sounded like they were hitting each other with iron chunks.

"... Black Star"

"White Dragon!

Stone to be piled on the work site. Every time I step in on it, the stone crushes. It's a destructive force that doesn't seem like a person's leg strength, but to them it's just a foundation, a fist, a prep movement to kick out.

The sway of the candle behaves like standing still.

Standing like a gagging and steel overlay.

Crushing is the earth. Release is a blow to each other special and a strong fist all the time.

"Together with Sogang, the world is unrivaled. Have you fallen to the ground, White Dragon Sun?"

"It's a wasted battle. What's the point in our fight for nothing, not the strongest or the brightest? What's it worth?

The more we meet, the less motivated the White Dragon will be. I became weak. The same degree of opponent I am, much weaker than I was back then when it didn't arrive. Far from the strongest. Another dream of dreams such as Undoubled Heaven. There's no point in this fight.

Already this evening's farce marked the end. All you have to do is watch how far away that child will fly free from the king's asylum. Just listen to the story that leaks.

"That's not what I can say right now - but... where did you disappear into the desert for nothing?"

"... you say it"

"I'll tell you what."

Might be the wrong person. Still, the Black Star went wild with some readiness. So I can tell you. I can tell you as many times as I want.

"... I could not give up my minutes, such as the unrivaled under heaven. Have you ever heard of a western teacher outside the entrance? Even the master was swallowed. Me too... swallowed. What can you do worse than that? To me and to each other, what..."

It didn't arrive. Even back then, when it was fullest and strongest, it gave in to violence by doing everything in its power. Just force, ravaged by a black steel beast, broke his heart. If I succumbed to the move, I could stand it. But it's the fist man's name breaking that gives in to just the power.

Undoubled heaven was far away. That thing has a fold.

It is not in it that you stand flat.

"You haven't decided yet whether it's inferior or not!

The black star stands. Soft, then core structure.

"I don't care. It's a good thing anyway. I don't care about this place."

Without looking at it, White Dragon looked under the castle of Arkas. Different frustration, stunner than before. What is in his eyes? First-rate assassin, the night is beyond reason.

"What happened?

"Ahn?

And Black Star saw the same direction again. If he's a leading assassin again...

"... come on, you're serious"

There was a sight that wasn't in the script.

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Ernesta can't even imagine what Claudia did. Guessing her malice is pointless in itself. If you read the madman's thoughts, you'll go mad again. You can't stand on the same level as her if you're not crazy. Ernesta is not aiming in that direction.

So I don't know.

I can still tell.

"For example... if His Majesty fails His Highness Alfred..."

"Whether that assumption is wrong or not. First, that's the other way around. Expel Alfred from the country to draw out his talent for expecting him to be a vessel of kings. If it's that kind of" if, "it would also be meaningful to talk about."

She sees everything.

"So as you do it, Your Majesty strikes, do you see it?

I can see it, so delightful.

"Maintaining sewers...... I dared to take this business down behind me. It's also in the concubine's ear, but is it so low a priority that it parallels the building of a tower that it's just a connection?

"Didn't the order just go back and forth?

"There's nothing to say about that guy's priorities being vague or anything like that. The concubine trusts that man from the bottom of her heart. I can't go wrong with that one. Then the order, yes, must be. The decaying road called the sewer, it needed to be left behind. Is that all?

I'm sure she's trying to go beyond 'the guy' in another way. As the greatest enemy in the royal palace, he reigns as the strongest enemy in this ordinary time, causing all of the king to be poured out. Disclosure of distorted love, too distorted an expression of witch affection...

(too, pure)

Ernesta continues her questioning with a distorted face.

"So I noticed," he said.

"Dumb. That's reason. It's just a logical weapon."

"... when did you think your majesty..."

Claudia smiles. Evil more than anyone, luscious more than anyone, pure more than anyone else...

"From the beginning. That man brought that one and showed it to his concubine, from that moment on, the one that is special to that man is my enemy, and I don't care about that special vision. Hence..."

Claudia deepened her grin.

"Overturn it where it matters most. Now the only thing special is the concubine."

Definitely love. That is why it is so difficult. Love the king, therefore against the will of the king. At her best timing, she smashed everything.

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Alfred was riding on a tree and lurking his breath. Already the forests on the outskirts of Arkas are surrounded by outer edges, not without holes, but not enough gaps to escape without being seen by people's feet. A few horsemen are in the woods, looking for something.

(The target is me. It's just that they are, I wonder)

Alfred was discerning that was an invitation. Hunt where you take their horses and run, guess that's what you're after. It's definitely hands-on. I feel a little superior to saying '', including those who surround us.

(First of all, don't let them get away with it. I just don't know what you can't catch till morning, Nashi)

He is also a hunter who is a pimp. The opponent is also accurate, and the route this way has passed from the sewer to the water field has already been captured. Night's eye is good, nose is good. It also has one small sound, hearing that doesn't even miss the footsteps of the beast. It would be an ideal hunter. Besides, I can see that the martial arts are quite usable.

(Black armor. I'm sure I'll stand there... Ostberg's heavy-duty cavalry. Same thing Palomides showed me before. Then it must be the same thing surrounding you. There is no country to belong to, and the Lord to be used has been lost, the Knights of the Diaspora. It's like a ghost, an unpleasant vibe)

Alfred sees them in the same position and wonders if he will be too from now on. Lost my country, rejected by my beloved Father, and now I am the same in terms of being floated from the world, being without a place.

(Strong, but not unbeatable opponent. No, I can probably win)

Without being confused by the ghostly atmosphere, Alfred spots the enemy's skill. Never an insult and a good opponent, but perhaps each and every one of them won't be so clumsy either.

That's why I get lost in judgment.

Win, take the horse, and you'll get through the siege.

Even though it is not a vast forest, it is known that it is surrounded. There was a good deal of time for every ride, and I didn't think it would be possible to break through there.

(That's where the aim is, too. I know that)

Risk of hiding and breaking through in a waiting position. When you weigh the two, you really feel bad about the one who hides. I don't feel like I can get away with it when I see their giddy, dimpled eyes, their blood-running eyes.

(Now, I can't say I'm safe. This situation is a risk. Can the smell of clothes be eliminated in the first place? If it hasn't disappeared, it might be riskier after all)

They didn't take the night darkness for a thing, but easily discovered their tracks. I decided I couldn't turn it off and left it, but the lack of stray until I discovered it and the movement from it had something to scratch. I washed my clothes thoroughly and I think the smell has eased.

You can't judge all the body odors by yourself.

The discovery seems to be a matter of time when we look at the movements of their opponents, even without the odor. The more I think about it, the bigger my options are to say I fight.

Until it was its own high, mental state was shaking judgment, young Alfred had no idea. Do anything cleverly, but therefore he did not have enough experience of struggle. I didn't have enough experience with the predicament. Hence...

(... let's do it)

Whether this judgment is correct or not, there is no discernment between it and it cannot be made.

As he approached, Alfred chose the option to fight on the condition that if he came into his territory.

Time for silence. It didn't take long for a cavalry that would be looking for itself in a place to peek into the territory. It's still hard to escape. Yes, tell yourself - Alfred jumps quietly.

Aim for horses, drop for heavy knights.

"... ugh!?

The knight realizes. But it has no impact on surprise attacks.

"Shh!"

A kick with ample momentum for leaps and falls. No matter how heavily equipped knights are, it is imperative that they fall ill. Alfred has weaved in the hassle from there. Collapse your body with your first hand and take away your opponent's gains with your second hand. Extreme arms with spears, shoulders off, resistance, etc.

"Become!?

"Gah!

This reaction was unexpected by Alfred. The plan was to take off his shoulders, give birth to pain, and let him fall into the gap, but he didn't think he'd come out to fight back without taking off his shoulders and showing his sore crust. Plus, with the hands of those who took it off.

"Shit!"

Take that arm of counterattack and use the opponent's attack momentum to throw it in a compact motion. At that time, the spilled spear was recovered by Alfred. It was a good move, but not a thought move, a move that came out aggressive. Alfred himself was blank-headed in an unexpected counterattack. My shoulders came off, my horse fell off, and I was slapped from my back to the ground.

"I found you, son of a white knight. Wow!

Hatred pokes and moves them.

"Let me try to escape"

A scream of hatred that echoes in the woods. Now your position has been captured as well. I would have intended to complete it without one groan, but I hadn't put it into the calculations until their emotions. Until hateful feelings outweigh severe pain.

Alfred drives the horse he snatches. I feel blunt and heavy compared to the horses I usually ride, but powerful at every end of the movement. It is once again understandable that it is a species called Bercheron, and that as a war horse it crosses their backs with unparalleled strength.

(Strong horse. And it's easy to fight)

Strength, the stability that comes from it. Speed is inferior, but unprecedented power was strong enough to compensate for its shortcomings. But...

"Follow me, my fatherland's revenge is there!

They're after me. The knights who held it under siege were also repositioning and gathering in the direction of progress. They're faster to see from the atmosphere.

(... Fast enemy legs? No, my legs are slow! They did it!

The person to be used for the quarrel was a considerable arm and a real knight. Horses, too, would probably be superb if used to penetrate the battlefield. But it was still too late for my legs. You'd be pretty slow among the same Berschlons. This won't get you away with it.

(Why, I didn't realize that. I didn't think of that! I'm an idiot!

A horse taken from me. Neither do enemies imitate them packing their distance when they groan. They know. That with this horse's leg, you can restrict your actions by just 'squeezing' a little bit. If this happens, there's nothing Alfred can do.

(Drop the horse, no. Even if we abandon it now, we won't have a small hour in hiding than we have been captured to some extent. Then you still have a better chance of winning each destruction!

Fight and survive. That's the only way. That's the only way...

(But enemies don't isolate. thorough collective action)

The enemy was highly skilled and old and knew the battle. We don't force ourselves to follow and break formation, or make floating pawns. A tough fight, it was the colour of a nation called Ostberg, the core tactic of the army. No madness.

"Through the woods, to the nearest city...... no, it's good at the hangouts of the merchants entering Arkas early tomorrow morning. We just have to get out of here. I'll do it!

It's not over yet.

A black shadow chasing Alfred through the woods. I kept going back and waited for the situation to get better. I guess I'm not very good at saying Ostberg, but the knights in the back also seemed to have bow mastery while riding.

(They take the back and there are distances. By contrast, I took the spear and the broken sword, right?)

The power difference is hopeless. The knights, far from their missing positions, also begin to join the herd one by one. You can't get away with going in a straight line. The prospect of winning the fight is dim.

"Even I am the son of a white knight. One or two miracles -"

Still, it's better to fight than to run away.

"Let me wake you up and show you!

You have a winning eye.

"Huh!?

The moment the knights took home trying to shoot a bow, Alfred turned the horse back toward the moment they, with their signals, moved out in unison. Lower your posture and go into the herd without hesitation. The move did not belong to a young man who did not know the war.

"We're gonna win! Regret giving me this horse!

Swirling as if he were someone with a spear, with a fierce look on his face, Alfred penetrated into a crowd of Ostberg heavy-duty cavalrymen who were hailed as Lawrencia's best. Unless the winner is thin or zero, it's worth a try.

Leaving Arkas, departing also from his father's script, Alfred begins to fight of his own free will. The samurai Alfred is later told from his mouth that he was born at this moment.

A small battle began, unknown to anyone.