Tower of Karma

"- I see. WWI and WWII are in this formation. Is WWIII and WWIV new to him?"

Lydiane retreats those who were watching the game surrounding the board and relies on Charlotte's memory in that seat to organize the board. Outstanding as I thought she would be, she made me try to recreate it almost entirely. Shapes for fun and for winning. Lydiane thinks by comparing the two.

"Is it Liddy Blood again this time? Liddy Blood as well as against. It's the most powerful mirror match ever. This is going to be a sight."

Approximately the defiant audience, Lydiane thinks of a boy with two faces. I wonder which is his nature, the way he fights for fun as a play or the way he is thoroughly cold fought to win. At first I could be sure he was the son of 'The Man'. The pointing was very similar to the way the attack was carried out. But 'that man' would never fight the way he plays.

Because he didn't want to fight, he wanted to win. What's more, he didn't like to fight or win in itself. That's why I was always wrong. Myself and the other heroes. Because when he likes to fight as a matter of course, he thought he likes to win. So I misread. No way. No one thinks, they're fighting reluctantly, etc.

(Not that my son looks like him...)

I don't know the nature of the boy.

"Um, is it time for me to watch the game?"

"What's the point of watching the game?"

"The fate of one family is at stake."

"Oh, I'm not. It wouldn't be funny to see a fight that I know I'm going to win, he said. Thanks to your story, I understand. [M] If those who are here now are going to win, they should have fought in an area that only we have studied, which he did not know. Specifically, it would have been crude if it had been until the third war. Even in view of the fact that it was fairly adapted in WWIV... it would be WWIII"

"... Huh?

"More importantly, you should have delayed lighting him. Beyond being a win-out battle, albeit an anomaly, it's obvious in the second half, but the number of opposing stations itself decreases. That's all there is to learn. As soon as World War II was over, he was able to use all the opposing stations from World War II as teaching materials."

"... you said you memorized everything?

"Memorization? You shouldn't be stupid. It's natural to memorize. I can do it, too. That was done on foot. His grace lies ahead. To deduce from that adaptability, it's not enough to line up the initial formation with the advanced surface, the procedure, in your head. He lines them up, thinking about what changes have been made to the procedure and what changes may be. Amazing thinking. No, should I say the instantaneous power of thought"

Charlotte complains of Lydiane's speculation. Loran, the escort, also felt an unpleasant sweat running down his back. Strachez is not that simple of a game. Will it be thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions of streets, etc. of derived destinations? Even Loran the Gatekeeper can tell the story.

"Processing capacity and processing speed in parallel, two things are slipping out. Memorization and other things like comparing to that. Look, I can't get my hands on it anymore. He said he caught up with Garias in this short period of time. I'm pointing to my best hand without precipitation."

"... is that possible?

"You said it wouldn't be possible without looking in person like this. I have to believe it because that's what I'm doing in real life. I seem to have to change my perception. I thought I was a genius. I thought that man was a genius who even surpassed it. At least in terms of thinking, I thought we were the pinnacle, including Elvira. But it wasn't."

Lydiane sighs. Playing with pawns, I can't forbid you to laugh bitterly.

"A little, I see how he feels. I'm sure he felt this way when he started seeing black wolves and goddesses of war. Irrational, something called talent. Poked Difference, or"

A boy named Alexis who went pawn to the final lightly. He won't be aware of it himself. Now he is at the same time a glow of despair for those who follow that path. Unreachable top, ordinary people ravaged by just a little seriousness.

There man sees despair, and hopes ahead.

"... you want Garias"

"Oh, my God. They look alike year after year, Master Gaius."

"Well, that's what the position makes you. Everyone wants their own flock of salt. That's why I want the best. Me too, Grandpa."

Lydiane stares at the masked boy with an eye that sees things she can't reach. That eye was different from the gaze she was staring at that man, and one way or another it resembled the gaze Gaius was staring at that man.

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Alfred couldn't stop trembling at the use of his power, which got him a reason to say help people. Unlike physical training, there is no limit to what is called spirit, thought. No, actually, I guess there is, but Alfred didn't feel that limitation right now. The more attempts you stack, the more the right path is revealed. The feeling of immersing oneself in the abyss of saying Strachez had passed through amusing and pleasant. Plenty immersed in a vast sea of thought. The task of crushing and going with an infinite number of branching options in total.

The pleasure of finding the right path or even the top is raw and lukewarm.

"Regards"

"Regards"

It is the ingredients that limit the endless choices of how to refer to this opponent. And then take the risk and point to the best, or point to the best in search of stability. It is my last opponent. The duration was also greatly improved, and the amount of time allocated to thinking was increased.

(Excuse me. But I can probably win even if I want to be the best... so I'm going)

Alfred laughs less under the mask. I'm sure I even enjoy this situation where the fate of others, my own fate, took place. I got a reason to do my best. It's important where it is. Good luck, ravage your enemies, and people will be saved.

Heartache for someone. I had a reason to kick it off first.

"... Huh?

"Well, shall I point you"

Aim is the best, that is, the shortest.

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The audience was quiet. For the first time in a long time, Daltanian Stradiot was regarded as the best. It was already fashionable a long time ago that Lydiane almost lost her fingers by producing a battle type that was completely countered by Lydiane.

A long time ago, a boom pushed over to the defense, with more protracted opposing stations.

Now it's time to go further around and attack. If so, this type of war is by no means weak. It was originally regarded as the best type of war. There are few gaps in both defenses, and even the counteracted battle type still works well enough. No, it was now the shining battle type.

"Again... you've been shown your strength"

"Is Daltanian Stradiot strong or finger strong"

It was a wind rage attack. It's no strange story to be a battle-type, short-term showdown that dropped in on each other. But in a tournament where so many fingers gather, this hassle is too little. Not to mention the finals, there's got to be plenty of time.

"Who is he? What kind of vessel is that?

Many of their own braided war-types, defensive protagonists still incorporated the Daltanian Stradiot measures. Though it's boom to stop by the attack now, an old-fashioned type of battle that can be easily and advantageously taken by a person who can point to it. There will not be so many people who can use that in an important phase and definitely have to win. I can assure you that this case is zero.

Because he didn't have to take that risk to win.

"Even at first glance, Galias' battle type can be quite pointed at Strachez himself. That's probably why it's adaptive, but nevertheless... this result is overdone."

victory almost in the shortest possible time as a result of taking risks. The other person didn't have a bad hand either. It just became his new meta to how well the old style of warfare was.

"It's not the same as the strength of a white knight. What kind of creature is that?

Surrounded by a thankful family with tears of tears, the masked boy had a luminous laugh that could be seen and painful. He is not present in the battlefield in that appearance.

"I've been putting up with the things I want the most. I bet you do, Loran."

"... right"

"I can't get that. I gave up on that. But, you know, basically, I'm, I'm definitely getting what I want. That was done today. Because he let go. Whatever reason you had, you let go and you came into my territory. Then I'll get it."

Lydiane walks away as she stands up and comes towards Lionel.

"... what?

"He is the Prince of Arcadia. I hate you, the king of noble things."

Though the voice only reaches Lionel, Lionel frowns at the sudden exposure. But I'm not more surprised than I thought because he had something to think about.

"Ho, so, what are you letting me do?

"You can do whatever you want. But eventually, I'll take care of myself."

"What's in it for me?

"Nothing. Rather than say, he stands before you. Luchuan of Aquitania would know, wouldn't he? It was he who broke him in the comata and from there he continues to dominate the arenas everywhere with the momentum of the bamboo. Alexis the Golden Knight, his real name is Alfred von Arcadia"

"Ah, I see. My brain tells me to win."

"Win and take freedom from him. And then I'll buy it in words."

"So do whatever you want,"

"You're good at this, aren't you?

"Goddamn it, you're worse off than me, aren't you?

"The King's Road exposures are my business. And I'll rent Charlotte."

"... no. How hard do you think I've had to get that one? It's the finest accessory, if you want to lend it to me, give it what it deserves."

"I know you used all sorts of hands to fall on her father. Some were legal, illegitimate, and originally fallen, but still suddenly fall for a reason. I'm basically liberal, and I dare to overlook it... sometimes I review it."

Lydiane's threats are not even countervailable to Lionel, who is combining gold and force. Everyone is the same helpless before the law, even when it comes to breaking the law. And she is the law of this country. Speaking of white, white. Speaking of black, the approximate thing is dyed black.

"... I'll give this a ride when I sell that little one"

"Okay. Negotiations are in place. Please, Lionel. I want that one."

Top of the country, before that desire, Lionel shrugged. In the end, human beings and other things are the same if you flaunt them. No one and he are no different. The only difference is the power you were born with.

"Don't pinch your mouth my way."

"If you're satisfied with five bodies, that's fine."

"Ha, good, I'll do it"

Either way, it's the same with Lionel that the guy was blind. From the moment I first met him, there was something like certainty that he was my enemy. Prince, I see, is indeed the opponent to be crushed. I'm sorry if I have to ravage you, let you lick your shoes, and drop you below yourself.

That's what comes into my territory. Either way, it's no different than crushing it. And then we even have someone to blow it off and sell it to. Isn't that a good job?

Ravage as usual. That's all.