Tower of Karma

For William, who barely even went outside the royal palace outside of his official duties, it was a long time before he went outside the gate and ran outside Arkas. I don't like trying to run like this, but I feel the decline in my body. There were no more bodies that were rising or fulfilling.

"Ha, ha"

Carve your breath in constant rhythm, reduce wear as much as you can, and run as fast as you can. I suppressed my feelings of deviation and came this far with self-control as fast as I could now.

"... damn"

The offense is being waged under a sloppy slope. Ravaged plays due to too many one-sided differences in numbers to call war. The majority side carries advantages from what to what, including formation. I know how to fight, and I'm not in a hurry under prevailing circumstances. Do what needs to be done pale.

with terrible sophistication.

If you're alone...

"The separation between me and Claude's spear, huh? He really is a genius."

It's an overwhelmingly unfavourable situation, but it still doesn't get to the finish line because Alfred's personal strength stands out. The skill of a spear that would be almost impromptu, the skill of manipulating a horse that would be barely on board since coming to Arkas, the calmness and judgment to fight in the best position as the situation changes visibly, even though there shouldn't be any experience of battle.

He is out on a skilled Ostberg heavy-duty cavalry opponent. Still in his mid-teens, William would have gone in there by then and not held it for ten seconds. Each and every one of them is in the Hundred Generals class. If it makes that many interlocking moves, it crushes hundreds of formations, such as its destructive power.

Survive with unfamiliar spears while fighting the impossible, whose destructive power is not exerted. Given how difficult that is and what it means to not have one casualty in it, William is driven by the urge to scratch his head.

"I'm a real disqualified father. That child is not for the king. It's not right to slay people or to be slaughtered. I know that, but I..."

'It's not for you, it's for you. You know that, don't you? I don't need a guide of the same nature to build a foundation for decades from here, but I only need it for the last few decades. We can share the same nature, the same vision, right? That kid looks so much like me as he doesn't like me. To the same heart...'

"It's equipped with an unmatched genius... my child,"

"It was me I wanted to be. But when I look at that... '

"I'm unhappy. I stand here by my will. Selected results. That kid, Alfred doesn't even have a choice. Even if I don't find it, someone will find it. Once they found out, at the end of the day, the world wouldn't leave that kid alone. Unlike ordinary people, geniuses... their surroundings narrow their way of life. It's a waste, this is what we should do, we have a better way of life."

"Whoo-hoo, what a cripple. My son, the ordinary man among men. God is a really bad bottom line, too. You don't even forgive me for making my surroundings happy. '

In dialogue with the voice of his heart, William watches the battlefield.

The spear that makes you feel comfortable is like a dragon, and the shortest and fastest type is like a wind, and it is truly an outstanding skill. Instantly pull out a movement that hasn't boiled so much and delude and deceive to fight. You can't imagine them fighting. If you know, the siege may be disturbed by the upset. stunner than hate, fear may prevail and lag behind.

That's all I do. It's a shame to let you die here.

You're the one who's gonna give me a hand, right?

Attention of the voice of the heart. It is the voice of the doth. Unlike the usual stops, you seriously think William will get his hands on it. That's me, I know myself well.

"I know. I know that."

If I get my hands on it now, Alfred will tear me apart that I'm not the one pulling my hand behind it. Today, William struck various hands to banish Alfred. The situation is not my own made, but if I can get out of here, it would be a very effective performance. I need Alfred to hate me.

Hate me, take me off my dependence, travel the world freely, with all my heart, and let me find what I need to do. It was a step to that end. The world is full of challenges. That kid would surely find it and come back to find what he needs to do.

It's a farce to make a new king.

'If you know what I mean, stop that hand. If you're wrong, don't pull that bow.'

Put your hands here and everything will go to the blisters.

"I know. I'm not mistaken. I'm the man who killed two of my favorites."

So I couldn't believe myself watching the arrows with my trembling hands. I never thought it would take this much strength to stop the bow from pulling. It has come to pass that I cannot be king. That time, when I nearly killed Alfred, I thought it was done. I thought I'd become a true king, capable of slaughtering my son. But the reality is this. That was an extended game of paranoia.

It was obvious from what I see now that even with intent to kill, I was not willing to kill.

"He's a king's vessel."

'If you put your hand here, that child will not be king. I get what I most want: the love of my father, and I am satisfied. The king is lonely. You must be lonely. There is no need for love or anything like that in the mountains called the apex. Pull over, make him throw it away. If you can, make a mistake. Degraded products are better off as long as you give birth to the wrong king.'

"Degraded products don't guide people correctly"

'Don't make me say what I understand. Sure, that kid is the best. But that's why it can also be an intense poison if it's turned over. Try to give him the only remedy he can do in his reign? I can be serious, therefore, after it becomes normal, there will be a shake back in the afterlife. If you do poorly, it can turn back again. If it's a degraded product, it won't happen. To the extent that the precise millennium is five hundred years old, the foundation will only deteriorate faster.'

There is nothing terrifying about being strong and wrong. Alfred will be a strong king. Be kind, loved by 10,000 people, and become a famous man who loves 10,000 people. But that's why it's dangerous. Swinging kindness to correctness that is not appropriate to the situation can instead become poison.

It germinates after the famous man leaves. A deadly poisonous flower.

'Don't get your hands on me. If you let me out, you won't be me. In the king, no more'

William was shaking between the king and his father. Victoria, Rutgard, is stained with the same degree of zero as when she put it in her hand. How easy it would be if it were my own despair. How comfortable it is to just push yourself. Atonement for sin, what is the ease of the task of merely satisfying that one heart? Compared to the fact that love is now ravaged and about to be lost in front of you, even the disease that invades you is casual. How easy it is for me to die.

"... Alfred"

I eat too many teeth and I get zero blood from the edge of my mouth.

It's those days in the north that I remember. It was a preparation period full of falsehoods, but those days were still real. I didn't get a good eye. There was the death of Rutgard. That's why those days are fantasies, days close to what you really want.

Only three people in those days. There were happy days when only the three of us were done.

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"... you're smart after all"

"You should pay more tribute to Marianne, the supergenius Topsta."

"But you're an idiot, I knew it"

Marianne picked it up earlier when she rode Claude, who was sick. A form where there was a difference in intelligence between a pair of samurai who only thought about running out anyway, and Marianne on horseback, even on the roundabout. "Want a ride?" Claude will not forget the Doya face he has looked down on.

By the way, this horse, Marianne's beloved horse Will II, was born on a ranch run by the Taylor Chamber of Commerce. A horse that inherited the blood of Anval, a famous horse alongside its three-star Strakles-driven Berger, the silver furrows were a popular pedigree reminiscent of the White Knight.

The temperament is gentle and dear, so I got it cheap not for war horses, but Marianne also likes that point. His legs are not as fast as the Berchlonian species, but he also has power. He was an excellent horse. Except for the drawback of saying it's not suitable for battle.

"... sounds like you're having a rough time"

"Metal noise, front door?

"Oh, yeah"

(Smells like blood, and not one or two people. They're both fighting. Damn it.)

Claude takes a little Marianne's shoulder.

"What the fuck, eh?"

"... it's time to turn back. I'm..."

"No!"

"No, but I do. I don't care what you think. The people ahead, maybe as bad as me, could be stronger than me."

"Marianne's an idiot, so I'll ignore that."

"Meh."

"I don't want to be outside the stage anymore. Everyone's suffering, but Alfred's suffering, and I'm the only one, no. Please, Claude."

"... I don't know if I'm dead."

"That's where you want me to protect you or something manly to say. Marianne, this was your chance to raise your points... what a waste!

"Barca."

If you get out of here, it smells like blood. Daiyuan. The bad news is that people are starting to get together who hear the noise. Battle between masters who can't even get in by dividing it with semi-skilled skill. The atmosphere conveys even when we are away. I see a strong, really strong, unusual aura.

(Damn, do I have to)

Claude laughs vigorously as she floats the tannic surface. Strong, but I don't even think I can win. I can do it with myself right now. Winning or losing is subtle, but that kind of battle is also the flavor of samurai.

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Stage colored with blood and guts. The hubs of the world's most contending powers were turning into battlefields.

"Shit, back off, Arcadia soldier!

"But our duty..."

It is one beast that forms a place of chaos. Standing around not letting you read where you want to move around in a weird way was not an easy opponent to deal with by being a fierce man called the Heavenly Lion. In addition, successive gatherings of soldiers were applauding the difficulty of coping.

"... gi"

Using soldiers as shields, blind spots, and even weapons, the beast bounces around endlessly. If Ulysses was alone, he was already discerning special spear tracks and movements, and he had the potential to win. But now, with the intervention of hundreds of soldiers, Ulysses was forced to fight while defending. Protecting this one, caring, that one uses them to stand around. The advantage in this situation was over there, in Lester, than the difference in strength wasn't so great.

A spear stretches through a soldier who was a blind spot. On the right, the body is rolling and there is no scaffold. We have no choice but to avoid to the left than that retraction is a dead end due to the range of the spear.

While I'm at it, they're doing good.

Lester waved his spear as it was and flew the soldier in the avoided direction of Ulysses. Ulysses couldn't handle a soldier who would sooner or later die while the blood was scattered. They're all dead, pierced through their guts from the way they bleed. So kick it, cut it off, and whatever means you use will not change the end of your death.

(If you're on the battlefield, you will... but you can't let me do that in front of Arkas right now. You must avoid the elements that annoy the country and everyone)

Ulysses also has a position. Normally he likes to wander the world, but if anything happens, he gets one or another position as general of Valhall. The public sees him that way, and where he excuses himself, that doesn't change.

If you harm Arcadia soldiers here, you will give birth to lumps in both countries.

(I'll have to take it. Come on, how do you come!?

I have one choice. Countless opponents. If this happens, we'll have to get around to the back.

"Gigga!"

A gibberish aimed at the moment you take it. Released at a hilariously perfect time, Ulysses took it with his other hand as he took the soldier. While supporting people, there was no room for magnificence or gap to reciprocate. Still, I take it here in temper.

"Grunt!"

Lester was getting a peculiar move and another, simple force. If it's just moves, Ulysses and I won't struggle this far. What drove him this far, the unusual moves and the overwhelming power, these two were shaping a monster called Lester in the mix.

(Even if I tell them to leave, they won't move in my words, loyal to their duties. or so poor as it is. Well, what's the matter)

Ulysses throws a dead soldier at another soldier while he is blown away and takes further distance. Lester made a long stretch - stopping the move.

(Hmm? You're not going after him?

The beast, which had shown such a harsh attack earlier, stops. At the end of that gaze it also looked like someone else was showing it, not Ulysses. Whether it's the end of the eye that captures Ulysses or not, it's well known.

"Hey, come on, everybody back off"

A powerful voice echoes this occasion.

"But we have a mission to protect this Arkas--"

"I'm telling you to back off, soldiers. Can't Temee and the others tell their bosses from each other, Ahondala? This Claude von Lewis is telling me to back off, so it's good to back off. You got it, fool!

"And if you'll excuse me, my Lord Admiral!

Bullshit, the hedgehog that Ulysses didn't move as much as that cracks.

"You've been flashy for a long time. Hey. So, I don't even know which one..."

On Claude's orders, the soldiers retreated simultaneously. Tidy, controlled movement. In this chaos they regained their calm. That is for one thing only because of his presence.

"Well, things have changed a lot... Lester von Falke, huh? I'm arranging for an exclusive nomination, Temeer. If it's my neck, it'll be my pocket money."

General Arcadia Army, Claude von Lewius.

"Thank God for the boy. Now you can win."

Thanks to that one drink, the unfavourable situation disappeared. The scaffolding is bad because the body is rolling, but there is no impediment to the fight if conditions are to that extent.

"Oh!? Stupid or heavenly lion! Why do I have to be handed to you by an outsider?

"... Huh!? No, but..."

Ulysses was stunned by Claude's reaction. If it's his level, you know Lester's strength. If you read it, there must be only one option. And yet he's about to throw that option away.

I know so much about him that I say I don't like him in the war against the Nederks. I meant to grasp his activity and strength even when I put him in the final war that followed. Must have gotten stronger. I can see that. Still, I still don't know where I and Lester are.

"Gigga!"

Leap without help. The height and lag time produced from the abnormal force exceeded Ulysses' assumption that he should have been vigilant at the edge of the eye.

"Shit-"

Lester's aim is - beyond Claude, a maiden riding a horse. You can't react suddenly, the maiden couldn't move stiff. Ulysses concludes that he can't make it if he has to help.

As soon as he concluded so, Ulysses stood stunned to see it overshadowed.

"Let's take heaven against the dragon, 10,000 years. Yes, you bird!

Did you use the spear to jump, he was higher than Lester. Lester also brings a startling color to the fact that he's down there again. Lester was jumping so high, and Claude was flying higher than that.

"I am the general of the Arcadia army."

The dragon's claw fangs shot off the black eagle's wings. Lester can be tapped to the ground without even being able to take a passive. Claude gently dances down as he sees it down.

"Well, grabbing a spear is the best in the world, the three nobles of Nedeluxe. For once, the sequence is supposed to be the best. I mean, it is. As long as Temeer holds it, I can't lose."

Ulysses is wary. With the end of the turmoil and a peaceful world he thought the martial men's steps had stopped. It is in action that the martial arts will be polished, and now that their source has been lost, even if the mighty have been born, it is known.

But a man's back tells me it was a big mistake.

"Everybody, don't step forward from my back. As long as you do, I'll protect you."

Place it in the front eye. Ulysses is convinced when he sees Claude entering a battle posture. He has come close to himself. Like himself who tried to break into the White Knight, the Goddess of War and the Black Wolves, now he was reaching out to himself.

"Gigah!

"Come on."

Claude and Lester collide. The meeting would be a coveted sight for spear handlers. The man who trampled on history and tradition and repaired the Ryuno type, which is considered the most difficult of all, challenges our flow beyond human intelligence.