Tower of Karma

William walks in an unpopular alley. The way the shadows shadow, where there's no one...

"White Dragon, are you there?

"... here"

The man who showed up is worn out, and William is about to erupt. Not so much. This man didn't see a gap in Arkas. He was the perfect assassin. Now, I don't even see that shadow.

"What happened?

"Nothing big. If there's one point to report, it's just that the black stars ran away"

"I see, I can guess to some extent. That's not really assassin-friendly. You too, though."

"Don't tease me. Me and that guy are different."

"Really? Fine. I'll do whatever you want. I didn't want to tie you up."

"I understand. Don't let go of the chaser."

"I wonder what the black star saw and moved"

"One is the battle between Lester and Ulysses, Claude. Things are different from me to the three of us. I guess it was a shock. Decision-making, you know. Because you saw it closer than we did. What kind of creature is that?

"... the king"

Just a word, White Dragon guessed, in words like throwing up and throwing up.

He must have been convinced today. He found out what the star looked like, the plot that crushed his script, which he had crushed with one piece of heaven. That's why I'm in such a good mood. To not understand that I'm in a deep mood right now.

"Really, it's not for you."

"Is that why you fell in love with me? Let's go, this guy's always wasted a lot of time today."

"Heh, sure"

Everything moved out today. A while later, the dawn, the curtain of a new era dawns.

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"... Alfred is missing,"

Lambert stretches out a lot to get his breathing ready. Comfortable tension wraps you up. Mental status is always good. If a friend were to disappear, his mind would be disturbed, but he was surprisingly calm himself. Perhaps Lamberto thinks they are the same.

"Ellis will be worried, too. But forget it now. My mission is to be of service to the people of Old Ostberg, at least a little bit, with merit. That's my knobless oblique."

Palomides stood up quietly. A martial family called Gunter, a service of what was born into a noble household. There are more limited opportunities to achieve merit than it is normal.

If that's today, even the feelings of loved ones are outside of thought.

"Yo, Palomides. Years of snowflakes, it's time to wrap it up and give it back."

The last one, winning here is a feat. The meaning is too different between second and first place.

"The sequence does not cover. Today, I win."

Stand both ways. They are both mid teens, with enough power for this generation. Even amateurs will be able to see what they are missing at the time of setup, etc.

All I'm saying is, there's no going ahead as long as you lose a toy, not even a toy. Now is the biggest time for them. Someone isn't necessarily going to have a place for a fight ahead of us.

Win, win. Grab it, glory.

"Begin!"

Venue boils. Young blood tides burn.

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Nicola had Alfred's study with her head in her arms, arranging paperwork on her work desk. The place as it is said details what the Chamber of Commerce should do in the future, and as long as we have the arm to proceed on this street, we can go into a business that will be quite gold.

This job will succeed even more than we have done so far. Most of the work in the world depends on the stage, and even there will be enough, minus the unforeseen. A plan for a strong, solid, social infrastructure.

Whoever made this is still a genius, and the gall power that was planning such a bold plot on the back of all the weak sounds is the realm of the con man.

"... you mean do it to me?

The question is misty in the universe and does not enter anyone's ear.

"Ellis, I'm not making you cry. Fool."

Perhaps Alfred doesn't rely on himself for this hand unless there's much left to do. No, he will not be irresponsible to rely on others even if he is not himself. If so, it would be easy to imagine, there would have been more to it. Right now, Ellis is using Gardner and Taylor's connections to look all over Arkas, but they probably won't find it. Either he's already out of the country, or he's dead uninhabited, or he's sure as hell not going to leave this package with anyone else.

I know, so I get zero tears.

"... me too, stupid"

When I was counted on, I was delighted that night. Without understanding my intentions, I was just feeling superior to what I was relied upon. Hilariously, I remember my face when I saw Elise. Nicolas, not myself, I remember seeing such dark emotions and a creepy, unpleasant exhilaration. Nicola thinks she doesn't like herself, heartfelt, or herself.

In exchange for a distorted sense of superiority, she bears great regret.

The regret is that now she doesn't know she'll follow you around even after she's reunited.

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Claude, Raphael. Three of the Beatrices had led a pre-construction crusade to investigate the Arkas suburbs without a scratch. Exactly. After all this time, it's hard to discover, etc. Lester wouldn't be stupid enough to stop on the spot either. Well, I can't read the behavior because of the lunatics.

"Hmm, you want me to handle this misery? Our king has a joke."

"... what's a burglar, that damn gray-haired guy. Whatever you think, it's ex-Regular, Ostberg Heavy Duty Cavalry Regiment, these guys. And how many dozens did he kill alone?

"From the way the arrows stabbed me, I guess I shot Raphael over there from where he was soaking in joy. I knew it was that manipulation. Even when the sun comes up, it's not human work to kill one shot at a time, but it's just the moonlight, right? Besides, with the power to punch out my helmet, I'm gonna end up in time for this many people to rush up. Precise, fast, powerful, really awesome."

A hell of a picture so beautiful that it sighs. If you're quite an armed samurai, you can't possibly not be daunted to see this sight. There will be no sight where the word "perfect" fits better.

"... not yet, us"

"... it's just you, bitch."

"Heh, heh."

I haven't been auditioning with Beatrice lately. Claude, who doesn't even try to touch that. Nor does Beatrice speak of the subject again. I already know with her. I know, but I don't want to admit it. Because if you admit it...

Seeing the battle between Claude and Lester, something broke down inside the Beatrix. Look in Claude's eyes at this sight and she knows she can't keep up with him.

He still thinks he can catch up after seeing this tragedy. I hated Beatrice for these eyes, unlike Raphael, who was just admiring me, and myself, who was frightened.

I go farther and farther. I've been stuck forever.

The trio, so side-by-side, had collapsed. They know it inside out, but still continue to behave the same way they did before. Without knowing that the distortion would eventually divide the way.

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William continued to perform his duties silently, as usual, even as he heard the news of the disappearance of the First Prince. Without coarseness from anyone at the breakfast table, the sights of the usual stretched, and William and Claudia smiled and bickered, among other peaceful landscapes there.

The Royal Palace, where the First Prince is unaccounted for and where even that situation has a peaceful air, would undoubtedly be a demon cave. If there are any foreign molecules that travel and disturb the peace, they will be swallowed up unnoticed. There is always a sight here as usual.

Everyone laughs in the cave as usual. Underneath it is also well known that plots are constantly being patrolled.

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"That's Mira. Long time no see."

Mira, with her hair cut as short as a man, had come to the school she had learned herself. The interrogator was a teacher Ignaerts who taught the basics of arithmetic and swords and tactics.

"Dr. Ignatz. Me, how can I be strong?

Ask Ignaz, who is far weaker than you are. Ignaerts understood that she wanted to be strong no matter what. That must have something to do with Alfred being missing. Ignaerts didn't dare to listen to that.

If you look in the eye, it's enough. I guess she wants to be a warrior. Seeking power just to protect your loved ones.

"Sort of. I'll be right back."

I waited a long time to see how he was writing in the back. There is a seal in his hand, and he hands it to Mira.

"Referral letter. As far as I know, the strongest swordsman in Arcadia will deal with you... no crude phase. Originally, I'm a great nobleman who even hesitates to talk to me as I am, and I'm a person who has taken care of me a lot, so I don't think I'm going to be offended because I'm surprisingly well looked after. I guess."

Probably not that easy to meet. The name of the best person Ignaz could introduce, who had already been away from the battlefield for a long time, was there.

A letter of introduction to Gilberto von Osvalt, a hero who survived hell together.

"Thank you!

Mira bows her head deeply. One of the few handlers Mira can rely on to have a liberating slave to her father.

"All I can do is introduce myself. I'm going to make you fall in love here in Mira."

Ignaerts slaps the sword on his hips with a pompous. Mira said forcefully, "Yes!" I replied.

I guess I headed to Osvalt's mansion with a quick reference. I quickly lost sight of him. Ignatz sighed and looked out at the wide sky.

"Peace is peace. There's a lot going on."

Words that I don't know who I spoke to are sucked into the sunlight, and I relax and resume cleaning in front of school as I go. Today is a beautiful day, a great day to take a new step.