Tower of Karma

Claude slaps down Lester's irregular spear gently. Less movement. Fast operation, thorough royal spear. It doesn't even give you fine dust to get into an ambush.

"Gigah!

"Oops."

Claude also wears a gap when returning, without difficulty, with the knuckles detached while holding the stone process and producing a range outside. Surprise attacks, odd tactics are powerful enough to devour the King's Road, but if they are removed, they create gaps and cause the user to rise to destitution at once.

I rearranged it and showed it with different physical abilities in front of me, but Lester's disadvantage remained the same, and Claude stood firm without greed and pierced the royal road. This is what I hate the least for those who prefer odd people. I'm confused, but I don't move one eyebrow and cut it off.

"... gi"

Setting it up is more draining. Especially when the trick of this hand is cut off, it becomes weak as ever. I have no attacker. Whatever you do, they'll take it off.

"Whew. There are a few people in Nedeluxe who use getty things like Temeer. Especially when it's my generation, there's this big, colorful, three-beat snake bastard. Temeer's spear is irregular, but not as intelligent as that. If you get used to physical heterogeneity, the rest is the difference in drawers. I mean, Temeer didn't beat me."

The talent and effort that led them to single ride into the spear Nedeluxe and recognize them exclusively, especially the latter, was what they watched. Greedy sees every technology, incorporates, practices, and uses it in action. A pile of Nedeluxe overlapped on the man who came from outside, and they dreamed where he was.

A blend of talent and technology, recapture of the apex. Even if it doesn't come true to be a superpower, the strongest nation in the world, and the top of the list that gives rise to the strongest samurai in the world, everything, the strongest in the world, at least as strong as the spear, is Nedeluxe, whose dreams may come true by him.

Inhuman but more orthodox than anyone else, Nedeluxe had to admit that he understood, exercised and loved Nedeluxe's spear more deeply than anyone else now.

"I'm the strongest."

You can't lose more than your opponent is a spear man. That complacency and responsibility made him say this word. Anyone who is a spear opponent is the best compatible. I don't feel like losing. You can't lose and lose if you're who you are right now with Garias' "disease wind," which will probably bisect the ratings. To say that it bears the country. 'Disease Wind' should carry the same thing again.

"... gi, gu"

His spear is a shield and sword that protects the country. He is the symbol of state force.

Its brilliance is the glow of a first-class star. Burn Lester's eyes and show him the back of black gold the golden age he had forgotten at the end of its glow. Whoo-hoo, what the...

"Guru... no no no... crovodowooooooooooooooooo!

Impossible sight?

"Huh!?

The black eagle flew. On the royal road, straight to the basics. That's why the spear was heterogeneous. An orbit of poking as if stretching out. Beautiful, then quick and tough spear.

"Hey, hey!

Beatrix screams as he caught up at some point.

"Don't do it, Black Eagle Wo!

Blood dances. It was a trajectory that shot through his face, but all he had to do was dodge and scrape his cheeks deep with criticism. If the aim was belly, I might have needed to be somewhat prepared.

Lester von Falke. His spear, riddled with the Black Eagle, was also seen to carry the country in all cases. The time of birth and the situation were just so bad that the potential had just something to go for the pinnacle. However, it was thought to have been lost due to its transformation into a ghost.

"Ha, you're superior, Cora. You can't beat me. Oi!

The spear was so beautifully completed that I fell in love with it for a moment. A rare species not even found in the spear Nedeluxe. The original was there, as natural as Theo and Lütes. In the once dark period, Nedeluxe has a bitter past that has defeated its nature many times before.

You can't just step on two things right now.

"We're gonna win!

Claude stands up. Force, speed give way to the opponent, but the difference in range that fully compensates with the variety of moves. Now is the time to show off your stack and all in good mood.

But...

"Ah, ah, guh, giggle, giggle, giggle, giggle!

Lester, the tense person who lit Claude, begins to freak out with his head in his arms. A pompous claude. No one approaches Lester, who scratches his head, sprinkles his covetousness, and runs wild as if to punish himself.

"Yu, don't be alarmed."

It's a move that obviously has nothing to do with the fight, but the opponent is a lunatic, doesn't know what's coming out. That's what made earlier Orthodox spears and devious spears, just being able to use the two separately, can be a powerful variation of the attack that Claude and I have trouble dealing with, and I can't possibly be alarmed or anything.

Therefore, even if I could not cope with the subsequent movements, I would have had no choice in a certain sense. I was just waiting for you to come or not.

"Gi."

Suddenly, Lester bounced off motionless. Where did you go?

"Oh, I ran away"

Gate. As it is, the beast disappears into the dark night with speed. "To?" said Claude and the other samurai approximately, Marianne, not interested in the battle, calmly.

"Yes, Ooi. Come here because I'll take care of anyone who's alive. In the meantime, the healthy looking old ladies there are going to get you a doctor! Yes, hurry!

Under Marianne's decree, Claude put up a spear in front of a gate that turned into an end to the war at once.

"Do it, I let you get away. Getting angry."

The opponent has faster legs and better eyes at night. I can only be dismayed because it is futile to follow, beyond the lack of horses, but I have no doubt that it was a settlement that would not tighten anything.

"Heh heh heh heh heh"

Marianne slaps Beatrice on the head looking happy for some reason.

"People are dying!

"I'm sorry."

Seeing the Legion Leader helping with allowances together, his men were floating the colour of confusion.

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Then a while later Raphael on horseback arrived and there was an extended sermon against Claude, who let Lester escape. Claude then bit at his men on horseback for ordering them to go after Lester, plus the scene was extremely confusing.

"You're telling Arcadia to miss out on the fang-stripped murderer!

"You didn't tell me to let you get away! It's just a risk! It's hard to chase just the moonlight, but it's best if you engage poorly outside. Unless you're fighting in a line, but while you're fighting, it's gonna be a basic solo ride, right? You don't know how many people will be missing by morning. Hey!

"They are near my unit. He's got the best!

"He said he wasn't on that level!

"Was it mutual with you?!? Then there's no problem!

"... Konnya... well, throw that rambling away. You know, I'm gonna take this seriously. It was mutual because this place was in front of the front gate, with the lights, and it was a legitimate one-horse beating. In fact, Ulysses' husband was struggling because of the conflagration. This is where the lights are, right? Do you think it would be a decent fight in a place where there isn't, in a situation where he's the only one who can see? I'm sorry about that, too."

"Despicable. Still an Arcadia general!

"Uh, yes, yes. You can be humble. Anyway, this isn't the Royal Palace. In the field, you and I are in the same class. I take reprimands, and I naturally take responsibility for letting you get away with it. But I'm not gonna let you track me down. That's my decision as Admiral."

Both males staring at each other. Their men were sluggish and sweaty with a sense of urgency. Marianne and Beatrice devote themselves to the usual things and allowances.

The Admiral of Decoration.

"Even decorations are the Admiral. Soon you'll be a civilian."

Sparks scatter. A situation that is not strange whenever we point weapons at each other.

Marianne looks up to tell me to let go. Marianne gets stiff in that position. Beatrice, who helps next door, follows Marianne's gaze and still gets stubbornly stiff.

At the end of that line of sight...

"I'm not gonna be sitting on the Admiral's seat for the rest of it."

There was someone who couldn't have been here.

At first, he said, "Ah?" "Say what -" said Claude, gazing ahead of his voice. Raphael, both names are stiff. The fact that they saw it made everyone on this scene look where they were.

"I'm not asking you to get along in your personal life, but is public/private confusion a good thing in your position? General Claude, General Raphael"

It was their Lord, the King of this country, who was there.

"Heh, Your Majesty!

William von Arcadia. Everyone in this room folds their knees and drips their heads. Claude, Raphael also bowed his head in the momentum of punching his forehead against the cobblestone. Beatrices, perhaps, only Marianne works for the hand while gently lowering.

"Now look at your position."

"" Ha!

Marianne looked at William with infidelity in the words.

"I'm afraid that's disrespectful, but isn't that what you're saying?

Words that are so thorny that those who are being cared for are frightened. The surrounding area cools the liver too much to speak. I don't know why he's in a place like this, but he's still in a position at the top of this country to live and die depending on his mood.

"Wherever you wander around the country, you have no freedom. Who's to blame for the rest? The rest are kings of this country, the best of the world."

Seeing Marianne swell her cheeks, William grinned "come on".

"It's a joke, Marianne. Yes, don't abuse me. Get your faces up, too. This is not a royal palace, not as much a king in a place like this... you can't scold them both with this."

Everyone's tension is somewhat alleviated by William's jokes.

"Blood, you're with me"

"It's blood back. I went through this too, and I twisted lightly the outlaws who broke into my garden outside the gate. No, it was quite an interesting night."

"People are dying"

"Right. Let's correct what I call an interesting night. By the way, Claude, there must have been Lester here, but where'd he disappear?

Bitter claude. Lifting his face in a mood as he drips his sweat sloppily.

"I let you get away with it during the war. Outside the gate now. What's the punishment?"

Marianne and Beatrice stand up at the same time trying to plead about it, look at each other's faces and push each other to silence for a moment. When I saw the sight, Rafael's face was cloudy, too.

"Well, did you get along with that one? Not Ulysses, but you."

"Yes, he's an immature man who couldn't win it off while serving as a replacement for a single hit"

"Ku, ku, ha, ha, ha! Well, did you work with that one and drive it back to show it instead of surviving? Come on, you're stronger, Claude."

William strokes Claude's head unconstitutionally. Claude that is completely rigid to too many situations. When I looked inside of it, my face became red and I lowered my head even further trying to hide it.

"It's also a good decision not to chase. That and fighting in the dark at night is about as good as Wolf can win. A beast beyond man, something that isn't even. Leave it alone, the spirits, as long as they are, will have no effect on the big picture."

"But, Your Majesty, Lester has invaded our kingdom without permission, killing several soldiers. It seems too irresponsible to leave this alone."

"We're talking about risks and benefits. I didn't say I was going after anything. I'll send out a well-prepared search party at dawn. Well, I'm sure you'll find it."

"Then it's too..."

"You're a stronger monster than me, even though you're not compatible, that one. Rather praise Claude for pushing him back. Finally, this man caught up with me, too. No, could it be overtaken? The wild rat I picked up in Garias is now Arcadia's strongest samurai... I can't even read that."

Best compliments. The fact that the person targeted is Claude burns Raphael's chest. It is meant to be directed at itself, and it is not a good thing to be directed at a halfway being like him. At least as much as the king's love must prevail.

"I'll lead directly. So..."

"Can you win?

William stares at Raphael. Not the gaze to blame. I'm just asking. He asks Lester if he can beat Claude, and hence himself, by himself and his gesture. If Raphael says he can win, he won't stop. That's what the gaze said.

Raphael tries to open his mouth. He said he could win. That alone keeps me face-to-face. Raise Lester's neck and he'll get more praise himself. But the words don't come out.

"That's the answer. Competing is a good thing, but everything is right. You can't be Claude, and Claude can't be you. You guys have done enough. Don't rush."

William strokes Raphael's head pounding with care. Where I said this, the relationship between the two of us never changes, and I guess it's going to be too much further ahead, but it can also give birth to something sometimes. William wants it to be that kind of relationship.

"Mm, is the doctor here? Claude, you stay here and stay on the front gate defense. I'll have Rafael rub this one off, including my escape from the royal palace. It would be helpful to have the bodies of the robbers handled well in the suburbs."

"" Your will. ""

William hung on to the roundup when he saw the soldiers bring in doctors. Everyone engages in what needs to be done, and things go towards convergence.

William started walking slowly.

"Your Majesty, the escort..."

"I have it ready ahead of me. It's useless."

"Yes, sir."

Turn down Raphael's offer and go alone. Marianne following me a little behind.

What can I do for you, Marianne?

In a small voice, Marianne asks.

"Alfred is not in the mansion. Did you know something?

I understand you banished outside as a result of all the turning of hands. Maybe I killed him. If you put Ulysses on the escort and let him out, there's still love - but I wanted to see how you would react by bumping that question anyway.

"... I don't know"

Cut cold. Ice sticks to the words. Marianne got scared.

"... alive, do you think?

That sweet guy...

"You say you don't know"

I thought you might have gotten really cold.

He walked away. He was just cold, too far to touch.

"... well, that's still my son. It's not easy to screw."

But sometimes I see this side, so I get lost. Confusion arises.

I thought you might really be a warm, kind person.

"... there you are"

Its back is still cold, and I can't even see the warmth and other fine dust that I showed only for a moment. Still, that was definitely where it was. Hard, because it's the same back that showed up in front of Marianne then, unforgettable. I want to believe it, and I'm about to cry.

The king doesn't look good on one, that guy, really, cold back.