Tower of Karma

It was the head of this unit who directed the deployment that discovered a horse turned into a disease. Although the change in the atmosphere of the boy hiding in the horse, the moment the golden flame became the rising pillar, frowned upon, there is no change in reality. One human being, no matter how many auras he has, dies when he dies.

Because the monster that was their Lord is dead again.

But it is also true that the time to so divide has been blinded. The same would have happened to the others. If you are a samurai, you cannot ignore as much as one or any other.

The captain's man noticed. I'm just a little late to realize that...

"Right wing, behind you!

Still, the order was made in time. Words arrived sooner than a horse could rush down, and the knights were ready to intercept again. Put the bow down, put the spear down.

"It's soggy!

But the man was unusual.

A flash, wielding a large sword, threw the two rides through the butter from horse to horse, but slashed away as if. Its arms and strength, above all horsemanship that slipped between two horsemen without dropping a single acceleration. Everything is beyond normal.

"Get your hands on me, kid! It's alive!

"Oh, yes!

A man sickens a horse. For a moment passing beside the horse's body, I reached out. I'm not going to slow down the acceleration. If you want to live, the eyes tell you to grab it.

Alfred jumped on that arm. Hazy consciousness, my body doesn't move any more than I thought. The moment I stood up, when I looked at the ground, my own blood mixed with the horse's blood formed a puddle. It was way beyond its limits. Still, grab it.

To live. Because I haven't even found what I want to do yet.

"It's a good eye! Kid, can you shoot a bow?

The man who pulled Alfred up on the back of his horse with only one arm of force asks.

"... I'm good at it!

"If you do, I'll take care of your back. Look, I'm here!

There's no way the Ostberg heavy-duty cavalry can keep me quiet and let me get away with this. The knights, who were exposed to their prey and burned in anger, pursued with fury. This is the advantage for the highest speed due to race differences, albeit for two passengers. But things are something that doesn't carry so well.

"I've been running too hard since earlier. Perhaps if I don't drop my leg, I'll run out of breath. Drop your legs to an unexpected extent. Catch up to the reach of the bow."

Full speed enemy rides against. Being caught up is inevitable.

"I don't care if it's convulsive or whatever. While you're resting, don't let them shoot you in the bow."

Alfred sets up Ark's bow. The head of the enemy rider is already in range. But Alfred doesn't shoot a bow.

"It doesn't matter if it's a horse or a subject! Let me guess!"

The hordes of enemy riders stood bows in unison.

"What are you doing!? Have you lost your mind?"

Arrows are released. Alfred laughs in his hazy consciousness. I hear a man. I don't understand Alfred's anxious voice or why he's anxious. Because I can't believe these arrows...

(Why don't we just shoot it off)

Alfred releases an arrow. Three instant shots, the fastest bow that doesn't even leave a shooting finish.

Those collided with the three arrows that were supposed to hit us. Arrows that explode in the air. I can see the previous man being stunned. I can also see the shooters looking incredible.

(Why are you surprised? Because I...)

In a hazy, fading consciousness, it's still those days that Alfred remembers. I've seen my father shoot a bow by his side. He was a proud father. I loved my well-dressed back. I like the silence of the moment I set it up, and the aftertaste after I shot it looks good, and I remember the landscape like that...

I'm the son of a white knight.

Alfred collapses. At last, the limit has come. Fatigue and blood loss, it's a miracle I've ever been conscious of. The man realized the boy behind him had lost consciousness and supported him.

"I got some rest on my legs... but one horse, you have fast legs. You're in charge of... a stone bow?

Unlike an arrow, it fires a crush. It disables both shields and armor, and is the weapon that boasts the most powerful class of destructive power as an infantry gear. It would have been a nightmare for Ostberg, the very destruction that smashed the heavy-duty cavalry. That's the opposite of what they have now, so the irony is working.

"I can't prevent it... but I don't know if this will ever waver in heavenly destiny."

A man sees things that only a man can see and shudders off. Terrible brilliance, a golden flame that cannot even be extinguished by night. That's what I'm saying. This is no place for me to die.

"Then we'll go straight ahead!

A knight with a stone bow. If he was shot, every Alfred's body would die, too. But the man knew. That I will die now. And the boy in the back said he'd die again.

"Don't play with our Ostberg obsession!

A stone bow that will never be unleashed again. But...

"... Huh?

A string that was stuck, an arrow stood on one side. Soon, I thought so. Soon, I jumped in a direction that wasn't obvious, and the moment I moved my neck to find the cause, an arrow stood between my eyebrows from above my helmet. Collapsing knight.

"Who are you!?

There was a man standing on his back with moonlight. Brilliant gray hair under the moon, pitiful eyes stare at everything.

"That's a stupid question. You can't possibly know that, ghosts."

No man looks better in the moon and night.

"I took up your Lord, and devoured your fatherland, and the rest stood at the top of the world. I won't let you tell me you don't know the rest. Hey, losers."

The knights all happily distort their faces. We finally met. Dreamy encounter.

"William Lewis!"

I'll never have a miracle like this again. 'Cause it's impossible for that guy to come out in a place like this. It's where the apex is within reach. The job, the things to do. They forgot in a flash.

"All hands, burn your lives. In front of us, there is someone to discuss. I don't care how many people die. We're gonna beat it. I take vengeance on my country's, Your Majesty's, Lord Strakless!

"Answer!

Ostberg Heavy Duty Cavalry on fire with joy. William smiled when he saw it. Isn't that a knife? The nations that have already perished, the fools who devote themselves to the dead.

A long time ago the people of Ostberg have accepted. The rest of us are also looking for new paths after accepting them. What's so funny about them in the presence of such positive people?

"A reward. I'll give you the end."

William put up a bow. Beautiful standing, very extreme.

"Scared!

They will not be afraid of death. That should happen, too, because they're not alive.

Therefore, there is no hesitation in the arrow. I feel no sin in killing you. Because this is only a remedy for the deceased.

"Grrr" "Grrr!?" "Gu!

The original bow Alfred showed me earlier. It has the best in Laurencia, both in speed and accuracy. Especially if it's just accuracy, it will push the top of the line and reign at the top. He is a genius. The only nature I had on the road.

So I don't really like it.

"Damn, what a bow. But we're getting closer!

Knights falling apart one after another. There may not be one left. White Knight, I just picked up a giant star and sat on its throne. The man leading the knights laughed. I can push in the heart of praise that I said "That's right" in my heart.

Complex chest. I have trouble having the man who discussed Strakless die to this extent. I have such thoughts. Stupid disobedience. I knew that no matter what I did now with them, Ostberg would not return, nor would I be able to return to those days.

Still, this is all we have. They only have this way of life.

"One more"

Amazingly accurate, precise. Lightly Ostberg kicks the proud fierce.

"I'm..."

An arrow also stood at the last one. But...

"Ostberg Heavy Duty Cavalry, Lawrencia's strongest trained by Master Strakless -"

I won't stop. I'll carve that sword down the White Knight's throat. A sign that we are alive.

"One step too late, a knight without a name."

William turns his back on the knight. The knight understood before surprise.

(Woohoo, in me -)

Jump off the horse and strike a sword in the air. The understanding changed to certainty when I saw the man jumping in at the same time as that.

"Tomorrow in Ostberg, glory -"

Words crushed like a wish. The man was amputated by a knight who jumped in before I finished saying it.

"Brilliant, that's Heavenly Lion. You're fast, too."

"Bu, duh, what happened!?

"It's almost over. That man took me."

"... well. Heh, the world is funny at all. Beyond your script, will the boy go his way? I'm looking forward to it. It's really interesting how he grows."

Ulysses looks beyond the horizon. Something moved out. I saw that flame, too, Ulysses. I have a feeling. The world changes, I have a hunch.

"I'm going to travel, too. If you're bluffing, they're going to catch you from behind."

Ulysses walking out as it were. Sometimes it may overlap with them just ahead of his way.

Farewell, lion.

"Oh, somehow, but I feel like this is the last time I see you"

That's why I'm saying goodbye.

"... well. Okay, then."

Ulysses is leaving again, too. Second, he reflected a forest outside Arkas on the edge of his eyes. The story of sadness I learned as a contract and consideration. The first person to be aware of the opposite sex for him, the sword was full of pride, slashing lightly beautiful, and beautiful. Remember that.

I remember that day when I learned of my first loss as a knight.

(Excuse me, Mr. Nanashi. I couldn't take your revenge)

Ulysses shook his head and turned his gaze forward. That's only the past. Now it's easy to take the White King's neck, but there's no point in doing it. If what he is going to make will save many, he should also be static in terms of making sense of death. Let him be a pillar.

Regardless, one day the time may come for me to stand at such a branch. At that time...

Ulysses took a step with a smile.

"It's a good day. Because I heard the footsteps of a new era."

Towards a new era...