Tower of Karma

The venue of the tournament, the mansion, was so large that it was not even in Arkas. Inside, it's a blowout, and upstairs, many seats, including VIP seats, are packed with people who can't sit out there. They're after...

(Bet, ah. The torso is the real food support, and the participation fee will be there somewhat to carefully select participants. I knew gambling would be profitable... my torso)

Subject of the aristocracy's social place and gambling. That's why a huge winning prize.

(The winner, the orthodox who wins the semi-finals, so it looks like there's a combination of ranks, and then there's the betting of individual counterparts. I'll bet you anything. Well, is Strachez right for you? If there's not so much opening up to strength... depending on the initial formation, wins and losses will rock a lot.)

Alfred dreams of the initial formation written on his opponent's paper. I found time with my father in the North. I was interested in these games. I also did it with Claude, who has visited occasionally, and with Beatrix - discount because it wasn't much of a battle.

Of those, from the North to Arkas, the most adversary I've ever had. I remember the words of a woman who was called a master. That guy was saying funny things.

(Hmm, I think it's a new one from Garias. But yeah, I know what I want to do)

I don't see why everyone would suddenly expose themselves to the hand of battle, he said.

"... you don't really like Strachez, masked boy"

"It's been a long time. I hope I can get my mind back soon."

"Look, man. I think we've already got a fight."

No matter how many epidemics go around, do you end up stopping by the defense or by the attack? On a few rounds, is the current epidemic more than an attack? From Alfred's point of view, he sees a clear way to use his chariot advantage from the left to attack and crush it with a general, a knight with his own mobility and an attacking nearby utility. From afar, the magician is obliquely staring and cannot be caught off guard.

The main battlefield is to the left of the plate. The intention to do so appears clear.

That's why...

"I've never seen such a halfway formation. Then you can't attack effectively. Before going to such a big tournament, Boy Ya should learn Strachez first"

"Yeah, well. Because one of the few weaknesses of Marianne's stray killer method is almost certain to be at a disadvantage at the beginning."

"Marianne Streaming? A few weaknesses?

"I suggest you win all at once at the beginning,"

One hand Alfred pointed to. For a moment, the sight of the venue concentrated on this board surface. Shake the tank from its initial formation. Running endlessly through the entire surface of the board, therefore, a pawn called a tank is a point of attack and a wedge against many pawns, regardless of enemy allies. Normally I don't move it. When moving, only when changing the pattern of attack, that is, when it is decidedly incompatible with the initial formation. Most of it since I plugged it into the middle, and it's a bad idea to move a tank at the beginning of this, rather than...

You're behaving badly, kid.

"Because I'm a countryman"

Most of the time it is thick in defeat. and was not a much preferred hand.

From there it's on the defensive side. The opponent's attack is disappointing and the knight cuts into Alfred's line from the beginning. An opponent who strongly slaughtered him in a pleasant manner based there. Alfred relaxes, giggles, and takes it further.

"... tenacious!

It's the opponent who always dominates. But...

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"Damn it. It's a pinch. Oi. Hey, Charlotte, lady. Wow. When are you going to be funny?"

A large crowd of surroundings and men serving women in the VIP seats were creeping through the venue. I'm not interested in the battle itself of what I'm betting on once I see things that are boring at heart. Watching this fight will be a little boring for those who don't know Strachez in the first place.

There's no way that someone like that could be here.

"… it will be interesting if you study"

"Hey, motherfucker, what a mouth to the boss"

"Wasn't there enough punishment, Charlotte de Seraphine"

A woman who bites her teeth remorsefully at one of the men's stares.

"Who's to blame for eating Temeer's family?

"Thanks to Mr. Lionel."

"You have a bad tooth cut. Former noble lady."

"... I apologize for making you uncomfortable with my attitude"

Satisfied with Charlotte's attitude of bowing his head deeply, the man who said Lionel looked at the venue again. A herd of folk who were not loved by God and were not even allowed to hold their swords. Consolation carried out in a model of war. I can only smile when I see that.

They were not loved by God like themselves, Lionel.

"Well I feel good today. Looking down at the scumbag's scratch is a dick, too. Look, he's dying crazy. Hooray, back up, I brought you around the corner."

Rionel's gaze frightens a frightened woman and her children. Downstairs, his father is desperately referring to Strachez. Watch creditors come to the tournament in the wake and death. That was the purpose and pleasure of Lionel.

"Don't worry. He's strong. You're gonna win."

"Oh, thank you, Master Charlotte"

Lionel's eyes were pouring down to one point downstairs as the surroundings frightened him that he might have squeaked out on his own and hurt Lionel's mood again.

…………

I can't help but play with my eyes.

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Alfred was gazing at you again, feeling his unpleasant gaze. A man with a big, supple body. The dark silver hair is as prestigious as a lion's hyena. I have a sense of presence, and I think it would be interesting if I were to say hello.

(Disgusting eyes. It's black, it's untouched, it's not loving. It's an eye that only shows people's malice)

Feeling watered by a fun adversary. Nature and power also enter the fingers.

"... this one hand. No, that's stupid. It can't be packed. Even though this is all the pawns we have here. Such an idiot. Think, think. Think."

Not a deadly hand. The battlefield was never there. The opponent just didn't realize. I just noticed it with finger killing. Overtaken by the onslaught at the beginning, which was dominant, the damage to the pawn is the same. But the main battlefield moves, and if it floats, it is the same as the pawn to death. From the rush, he threw it into the opponent's throat in an instant, and the broken water currents failed to cope with the sudden battle.

There was never a victory or defeat. At a time when I couldn't attack you. I couldn't attack it in addition to the formation that stopped by the attack, but I overdid. The result is now appearing on the board.

"Fantasy, free-flowing, fights like you've been transformed... boy, no, you're not"

"I'm just a traveler. The master was a very free and strong man."

"I see. I would appreciate another chance, Professor. I'm here."

"Thank you. Thank you again."

At the same time, it was a fun station and I was able to grasp the response. After all, she was strong. Her own logic also works in the real Garias. Remembering an important, sister woman, Alfred smiled. I want to see you again, I think so.

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"Charlotte, you know that one?

Look who Lionel pointed at. Charlotte shakes her neck to the side.

"Alexis... I've never heard of you. It's just that everyone knows the name. He's the protagonist of a famous story. Alexis the Brave, the hero Tan conceived by Arcadia"

"... is he strong?

"Asking me is Strachez, isn't it?... then you can say it's strong. Opponent Van Sun is the top player in various tournaments. You can tell by this noise... it's madness."

I guess a few of them were betting on Van Sang. Both guests and athletes watched the masked man with constant amazement. Looking at the surface of the initial formation, the noise increases slightly.

"Next time, it's like you're gonna hit with my toy."

"... What!?

The combination is determined again by those who have won the first round.

"Which one wins? I guess I'll bet in Temeer's opinion. Me, too."

"It's..."

Charlotte stares at the wife and daughter of exactly the man she's trying to fight right now. Seeing the ladies pray to God for it, she gets her words clogged. He's not weak either. He is as strong a finger as Van Sang. But that masked man had a bottomless atmosphere.

Strange early formation, and a pointing around that suddenly shook the tank. Garias', I can't measure it with the knowledge I have. However, the atmosphere leaking from the masked man was calm, a little nostalgic and above all loved by victory, such an atmosphere. When she could win, she couldn't say.

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(As far as opposing stations with Vansan, I guess he has a lot of confidence in the middle, at the end. If you're not sure you can wind up in a way that carries a disadvantage at the beginning, you can't take that type of battle. Then there is one type of war to take -)

The man had an unbeatable reason. You are responsible for falling until you need to borrow money. But that contract was too full of malice. Profitable rather than expensive. Businesses rebuilt around the corner are also full of money just to repay the interest that swells from day to day. If you realize it, it's blocked in all directions.

"... you're starting to bet your life on Strachez."

"Huh?"

"No, it's nothing. Shall we line up?"

"Yes, thank you."

When I say Strachez, it can be called a gaming game because of its gameplay. Even the powerful lose if they are greatly favored in the initial formation. It is the liver that reads the formation of the opponent and stretches its meta. It sounds good when it comes to reading each other, but in fact, luck is heavily involved. So the bet is made. This is how big money moves too.

And because of that, the opportunity to get back to life is rolling.

(You won the bet)

The man won the bet. The opponent has the same flat formation as earlier. I guess it's characteristic of this formation to change from here to the other. Slightly disadvantaged is more advantageous to move fluidly if the game is prolonged, even if you carry it. Therefore, a long-term battle is unlikely.

The type of war a man took was super rapid. Primitive penetration formation overlaid with two series of spear soldiers and tanks aimed at a central breakthrough. It is an easy-to-understand battle type that shows up even in the opposing stations between advanced players if you are referring to it early, it is also said to be a Strachez novice killer and the first type of battle you have to remember to take action against.

(Early fingering with one hand and ten seconds to the finals. Everyone therefore prefers an understandable type of war. On the contrary, his battle type is probably within the prospect of prolonging, complicating the face of the board, and making mistakes to his opponents facing each other. If so, this is it. With this guy, all you have to do is push and crush it in plain sight and at once. I don't give them time to move according to their opponents. I'll win, I will!

Much closer to winning. If there's just one thing that bothers you...

(Why are you smiling?

Because it seemed like a breeze I enjoyed even in this situation.

The opposing bureau continues unabated. Alfred pushes the left-wing pawn forward as he lets the king escape. A man who goes center all the time when he crushes it before that.

(I guess you're willing to attack from that muscle more than you shook the tank to the left. But this one is overwhelmingly faster. I touched your formation, but at the end of the day, a series of long objects will definitely pierce your opponent)

"I used to do the same thing to combat this type of war."

A man who turns his gaze to an opponent who suddenly starts talking.

"Let it pack all at once in super rapid warfare. It turned out to be the right direction."

Alfred moves a pompous and pawn as if he were pointing with a clap of hands. I was wondering if I'd thrown the battle away in the first place. With a finger so fast - he was pointing to his best hand. What I noticed was the stage before I broke through the center.

"I have a fitter. But it's a little different from your formation."

Alfred's center completely disintegrated. I lost the Chancellor, who is near the king, and the general also lacked one, and the knight lost one. Take away some pawns. Overwhelming pawn losses. Now, the king was running up the left wing and still showing himself jumping into the enemy line.

"The center was good in two series. The third tank...... is right to wave to those whose enemies let the king escape. You're right to make way so that only tanks can move flexibly."

An army that had broken through the center had lost sight of the target to attack. I was on my way with a guy and I noticed, but I couldn't possibly go back or anything. One spear that I tend to solidify. Because there is no freedom.

"Gu, gu, not yet, not yet lost!

"A formation that changes according to the opponent. It won't even arrive stuffed except for the only formal outfit. That's what a fitter is. It's easy if you just take advantage, but it's a long way to packing. That's more than what I was after."

The man was shuddering to the point. Her complexion turns blue and her pawn-gripping hand is unstable.

"... what is it?

Formation changed to suit super rapid warfare. It is an uncomfortable maneuver to attack the enemy's main circle, but it breaks into enemy ranks with the king the opponent should take. Counter flashes with a knife to return.

"I, I haven't..."

"I didn't get sick."

"I can't lose!

Hands all over. I put in the pawn I just took when I put Keri on my own. Alfred smiles sadly under his mask. This one is in good shape and has more hands, but there is a way to get an attacker.

"... exchange of magicians and generals. Do you want to take it?

"Ha, do you notice that? You can replenish what you're missing. Even if we get an exchange, we get stuffed turning in generals, and even if we don't, the sorcerer jumps into this right wing and crushes the escape route. More than a self-proclaimed magician, if it's the end, don't do it."

"Yes, it's over."

Soak up the middle and start to finish. It is the horror of super rapid warfare.

"How can we not win?

"Unfortunately"

The man looked up to heaven with a disgruntled face. And you look like you've lost your soul.

"... we lost"

"Thank you"

Declared defeat.

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"Oh, I lost. Sorry to hear that."

A man in a state of relief in front of a group of lowlifes laughing at the Guerraggera. My wife and daughter were both in tears in their eyes, imagining and shaking the despair that would befall them from now on.

"I'm going to go, Bosu."

"You're always right. Females are both sex corrupt. The male wears a collar and kills him."

"Wow, that's cute. You can buy me this aunt. It's a surprising type."

"I'm your daughter."

"Oh, hey, that's Lolicon. Hey."

They keep laughing without even caring about the white eyes around them. Charlotte was a heart-boiling thought, but she couldn't say it back. In the end, the world is strong with gold. You're on the weak side at the time you had to borrow money. I am only a pet with the same condition, collar. Because there's no point in being Seraphine's maid anymore.

"I see. I've been wondering because things have been so strange since I was on the way..."

It was Alexis the masked man, Alfred, who came into that circle of laughter.

You guys are a bunch of bastards.

The laughter drew in unison to the full laughter, the apparent atmosphere of mockery, which can be seen even over the mask.

"Temee, do you know who we are?

"I don't know, but I know it's empty."

"I'll kill you, kid!

Strike him to rub up the jaw of a flying man and stun him. Alfred also turned off his grin and threw a fainted man on his back. The goal is to reach the back of the hedge.

"Behave yourself, little one."

A man who grabbed the head of a passed out man and threw it in another direction rises.

"You're behaving pretty badly, too."

Two men stare at each other. When I had eyes earlier, I understood in an instant. And I don't feel comfortable with it. Now, I feel that way for close.

What can I do for you?

"Nothing in particular. But I'm surrounding your wife and the girl and making her cry. I'm pissed off at you guys, and I want to stop them from crying, right?

"Oh, you're on your own. Die on your own, Cass."

This acceleration without preliminary motion. Alfred is stunned. I was wary, but this move exceeded it easily. I kicked him in the front of the chimp, and decided that I couldn't prevent it, which I should normally be able to easily swallow, and put my hand on the sword of my hips. The contents are broken.

They don't know how to stay together, they're bluffs. Lionel looked at it and stopped the 'from' movement. That wasn't supposed to be the right time to stop it.

(...... can you stop after looking at the current one)

The bluff structure is a bitter measure if the movement is at all dull. That's what stopped the opponent, so the result is good. But the contents are close to catastrophic defeat.

"Ah, that's a good reaction to splitting the cuss. It's just a scumbag."

"... Hi"

Alfred and Lionel. Two different talents meet.