Tower of Karma

"The man borrowed money from me. The business thrived because of it. I helped him. You don't have any grudges because you're thankful."

"Oh, such a contract is against the rules! Fine letters, many times."

"But Temeer signed, didn't he?

"... ugh."

Purchase into a contract, the usual means of lending gold. It takes the form of a contract, even by fraudulent means, and becomes binding there more than it has signed its consent there. Of course by such means, rumors will soon spread. But still, those who want gold immediately, those who cannot prepare gold on the front side, borrow it.

Humans get confused in their thoughts if they are stuffed with cutting feathers, and they also get it wrong if they are not usually wrong. He made a mistake.

"We're talking about a decent business. Shut up, outsiders."

"How much is the interest rate? What year did you borrow the money?

"... what does that have to do with anything?

"Two years ago, a single treaty was adopted in El Touré and signed and ratified in many countries, including Gallias. It should have contained a wording to harmonize the ceiling on interest rates, which must be less than 30% of the principal."

"It doesn't matter!

Tea from the field enters. Rionel was staring quietly at Alfred, but he was starting to squirm around. There is no way that the end of their end will know, or care, how the treaty is. Dark finance rather than high interest lending, back gold lending, which means it's black, not grey, in the first place.

"You must have cleared this country's laws to have a positive contract. I don't know the law of Gallias. But I'm sure the law does. Because it was King Gallias' brainchild, Lord Lydiane, who issued the treaty. You must be changing it the most."

"What did you say?

"I'm telling you to put it on black and white at trial. We may think as much about what is going on with the law, if there was a definition now, when it came into force, whether it is retroactive to that law, and it is for the world to guide the right answer. As a result, no matter how you fell, there was no resentment."

…………

Lionel doesn't open his mouth. Apart from this matter, there are as many cases where I am black. If they become taboo, the state will not miss itself. It is only the bottom of the earth, but therefore they are forgiven.

If you get on the table, you could get twisted as a show. If it blows for Garias, it will crush them, and if it turns out to be in a good direction, it will be somewhat impotent. But they will. For better or worse, they are Garias.

"That being said... that's such a hassle, isn't it? For both sides."

Alfred smiles under his mask.

"Would you like to think of any compromise? A simple plan that fits in here. For example, instead of me winning and giving you the prize money, you're going to have to take it personally."

"... aah? What will Temeer do if he loses?"

"Anything. You can like my style. [M] You can use it until you die as a slave, or you can smooth your shoes and force obedience, whatever you want."

"Come on, you, what are you talking about?"

"It's okay. I'll win."

A declaration of victory issued without any precipitation. There are fingers stronger than men on this occasion. It's the difference between being able to target the winner depending on compatibility, but thin ice in the first place. We rushed to win, but we dug the grave for it, but it will be hard to keep winning with that method of warfare. There is no doubt that he is vulnerable to rapid warfare, after being greatly favoured at the beginning, if the opponent does not hurry and uses the advantage gained at his place to stand firm -

(Plus that formation is probably... not a thing to win)

The man noticed the aim of that formation by confronting him. That's for enjoying Strachez, with a weak focus on winning. Dare to take a disadvantage to abolish the elements of luck. It's the first time I've had the strength to just enjoy it, but it will also be a pride for the strong.

Differences in strength are filled depending on the way disadvantaged people are taken advantage of. Of course we need to deal with unfamiliar types of warfare, but that number of attempts will be earned by the upcoming adversaries. Already the upper class of colleagues had verified Alfred's opposite station side by side. The more you go up there, the more inevitable it is to be round naked.

"What do you think? If it's not enough, bet me everything you can. [M] Now that they still think their strength is unclear, it should be a bet."

"Are you serious? What's in it for Temeer?

"It feels good to compete. That's enough. Seeing people tears in recreation is hard and annihilating. I want to have fun. [M] Because it's a corner trip."

"You're the dumbest, Temeye. Fine, I'll get you in Temeer's truck. If they win out, they're free with the winning prize. I'll destroy the contract. If you lose, Temeer will be my pet forever."

"Thank you. Thank you."

As soon as the conversation is over, Alfred descends downstairs in a refreshing manner. There was no light whatsoever in Lionel's eyes dropping that back off. There's a...

"Are you okay, boss?

"There's nothing painful about a diminutive duck."

Slightly leaky words. That's why a glimpse of sincerity.

(that lionel... rhetoric as if it were decided to decrease)

Charlotte couldn't hide her surprise in a series of streams. This is how Lionel rides his opponent's flow and other rarities. He should have literally kicked it off and smashed it before he could spin words like this.

(Plus his voice, like I've heard it somewhere)

I was eager to peek on the board to see how everyone was doing with the opposing station over earlier than anyone else. Look at the posted initial formation and the current surface.

After watching it all, Alfred nods in the corner. Fully rotate through your head and start thinking with all your might. Aim is an absolute victory. The battle for fun ends here, and from here on out it is a battle to win.

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In World War III, we all had a surprising gaze at the formation Alfred had chosen. With Daltanian Stradiot as a chick, Lydiane applied and patterned one of the most popular formations in Gallias today, Liddy Blood.

Shows a steady strength of both defenses in what is said to be the Liddy Series and other battle types. Regardless, there's not enough freedom to defend against left-right central anywhere like the Marianne Killer, but it's relatively more liberal if you're a chick-shaped Daltanian Stradiot or the same Liddy series opponent. Good to attack from the right wing, good to take on the left wing, very well balanced. However, it is said that the aim tends to be blurred as a result.

"It's a battle type considered to be a genius preference due to the amount of change, but I see, it does suit his gender"

"Van Sun? What do you think of him?

Next to the man who Rionel stopped saying anything and was watching the game a little distance with his family, Van Sang, an ally who had pointed to each other many times at various competitions, appeared.

"I was under the impression that I was free to change my mind, pointing around with pleasure. I think there was something awesome about the middle of the mix, the stuffing at the end, and the reading. It just doesn't seem to be stable at the beginning."

"Yeah, they weren't very clever and helpful, but there were some doubters. You or I can blame you for being crude. [M] Naturally, everyone in the upper echelons who hits from here will blame you."

"Oh, apparently it's the end of the line. Early settlement."

"You wouldn't be spending a single hand and a second. They're not strong, but it must have been hard."

"Also, you're looking around at other plates. Comparing the initial formation to the current plate surface, I nodded again when I finished looking at them all.... what are you going to do"

"If you don't win, I'm in trouble... it's taking my life for him, and I can't help being naïve. If so, why did you do it?"

"Maybe the roots are the good guys. Anyway, you should reflect a lot. If I could rely on a guy like that, I'd have had someone to keep my head down."

"I know. I was the fool. Little pride got in the way. I don't want you guys to know about this. It's unusual, and I'm sorry about my family."

Pride interrupted me after a hurry and pointed to my worst hand. I've exposed my lowest life to shame as a Strachez addict. I just have to bet on that masked boy now. My destiny, my family's destiny, his own destiny, all on my back...

"Next up is the quarterfinals… the opponent, Briak? That's the corner of the winning candidate."

"Can we win? His specialty is super-attack."

A man who looks worried about Alfred standing up. I can only pray to myself.

I hope he manages to win.

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"Oh, no, you're an unfamiliar finger. Which way did they come from?

"Oh, ha, yes! We're out of time, Liddy."

"Oh, no. That's a bad mouth. I'm a masked super lady. Call me Lady Strachez. This squire is Butler the Butler."

"It's Butler. Nice to meet you."

Butler (tentatively), who emits unmotivated words, was Lorraine de Lucreur, guard of Lydiane de Ulterior, who wore a mask. The king's brains and the king's left and right, they're both superdignitaries, but it's always okay with that.

"Les, Lady, so, what do you call an unfamiliar finger?"

"Hmm, you're as dumb as ever. Of the eight, there will already be only one foreign body, except those who always see it at the tournament. So, who is he? I'm wearing a mask."

"That's your White Knight imitation."

A silent, sharp low kick strikes Loran. My boss's kick is spoiled. It's my job to succeed Daltanian. Don't tell me you've been so good with such a young, deserted woman that you are now in awe of your predecessor.

"Oh, he's a jumping in participant and his name is Alexis...... but probably a pseudonym. I don't know because no one has heard of my birth, etc. Yes."

"Why doesn't anybody listen? I'm winning this far. Is it strong?

"I think we're all interested because WW1 or WW2 used an interesting type of warfare. It just collided with trouble, and nobody would try to speak up."

"Trouble... well, there's something quite out of place. Butler, we're going to make fun of you."

"Yeah, he's pretty serious."

"Is that why it's funny?

I held Loran's head to Lydiane tilting her neck wondering what she was taking for granted. At a good age, I'm unmarried and I stick my neck over here like a child. Rather, it is getting worse year after year.

(If you get married and calm down... well I can't. I think people are enemies. Women don't compromise, including Lutes. Hey. Well, the uncompromising mister has become a winner. You don't know what's in the world. Hey, hey. It was a short spring though)

Lorraine was with Lydiane in a way that was half-pulled.

"Hi, Mr. Lionel. You look as great as ever. By the way, have you thought about joining the army?"

"Damn it, you bunny bastard!

"Yes, sir. If you stick with something like this, you'll lose your level."

I met him and he attacked me in seconds, restraining my neck with one arm because Loran was unmotivated. I lost my mind in a flash as it was. The feet of those who later tried to follow the move too familiar stop. A naughty man, but this is still the king's left and right, the second most powerful man in the present Garias.

"... what can I do for you?

"Oh, you're grumpy. Now I saw that the masked man cares!

Rionel gave no response to the words that Lydiane had unleashed by joking. The look on Lydiane and Loran changes after seeing how it goes. The atmosphere, which was half a joke, disappeared. There's a guy downstairs who feels something saying Lionel, that's one case.

Rionel, regardless of his arrogant and crude personality, had things that outweighed even Loran in terms of talent alone. It also combines the agility of Lütes and other small soldiers with its bolt-like giant body. Loran watched as if it would reach the black wolf as long as there was something to hang up on.

It is also a good memory that I was truncated with a word "I can't do that" when I tried hitting Lütes with that idea.

"... because you're not used to Garias' Strachez, or you seem to be struggling quite a bit at the beginning. I just feel a strange temper from pointing around. And what is it, by the way..."

Lydiane felt a sense of readiness in the boy downstairs. It looks and feels completely different, but I felt something pointing around at Strachez. In particular, the reception at the battlefield was reminiscent of 'him'. But I felt like a different kind of attack.

"Strachez, I have no idea, which is in your favor?

"That's subtle. At the beginning, that's the offensive Briak. I took it in your favor even though I was stretched. But the middle battle looks like a mix-up. It's still early for the end of the battle, but it's a shaky phase with one hand."

"What is Meta?

"Briak prefers the attack type. Especially when it comes to a battle type called Liddy Duell. It seems to have over 70% usage. In contrast, the masked, Alexis, you took the battle type of Liddy Appeau. This is a strong battle type for Duel...... I'm explaining to you, what's with those eyes?

"... you like to name yourself"

"... it's not like I named it. I was put on my own."

Soggy Lydiane. Whenever she devised a new type of war, she didn't really prefer it to be called the Riddie series or anything else of her own accord.

"Anyway. He's turning it back again, even though he's been screwed from a favorable situation. I have the strength. That's why the beginning is puzzling...... Hmm!?

Lydiane embarks on herself. The venue turned again in one hand.

"... forced to push? No, you're not. You dare cut the tanks, build the walls, catch the prime ministers with a streak of soldiers......... pack them, huh? No, I'm gonna pack it!

There was a slight leak in the word that it was impossible to attack Lydiane, who was excited, throughout the venue. Bet you'll be crushed at the counter if you don't push it off, more than a tank-cutting procedure, which is the point of the offense. I read that everyone is a risky hand. Even Lydiane thought so for a moment.

"... ha"

The masked boy's atmosphere made Lorraine feel creased and refreshed. I don't know Strachez. However, I intend to understand the mechanics of battle. Cutting hands, cold, always like being prepended and dancing with your palms, such a feeling.

Even though I don't like it, it's that war that comes to mind. Biggest setback with the first setback. An unforgettable memory of defeat.

"Shh, that's amazing! Was that what you were packing!?

Those who begin to notice appear, and Briak's expression is pale. I want it to be some kind of mistake. Even if we go ahead with our best hands with that in mind - the results are packed. It had been read through at that point. Its depth of reading made me feel a similar difference in despair to the instantaneous force that derived it within the limit of saying one hand ten seconds.

"... year after year, do you agree?

Lydiane tweezers. Loran had come to the same idea. Son of 'he' I only saw once. I'm not supposed to be referring to Strachez in any way.

"He's incredible, Van Sun! Wow, that's so awesome! To the type of war you shouldn't know, Garias's latest, he's catching up on this tournament alone!

"Oh, no doubt he's real. Great, that was a great start!

Lydiane looks surprised when she sees the two making a scene a little further away. Both are excellent fingers I've seen in the tournament several times, but doubt comes to mind where the praiseworthy point of view is the biggest drawback. You know it with them. This is all I've ever had because of the beginning. Yet they praise the beginning. That's a strange compliment, too.

"Perhaps he praises Garias for not knowing the latest type of war and pointing so well from a state he never pointed to."

"... you're definitely Seraphine's"

"It's Charlotte. We're out of time, Dear Lydiane."

"Oh, no, I'm a lady...... no, I don't care. By the way, do you know anything about Strachez? There was, wasn't there? Can you tell us a little, including the current story?!?

"Hey, that's the boss's pet. Touch on your own -"

"Then the loan fee"

That's what Lydiane threw at a piece of gold. He hits his forehead and rolls. Approximately a chimp rushing to pick it up, Lydiane stares at Charlotte with a softened face. As if you expect that answer to exceed your expectations.