Tower of Karma

How long before the carriage rocks you? In the end, I was bored by my impudence to be put on someone's made stream, but I shake off my reckless thoughts when I couldn't help thinking. That's how I realized for the first time that there was someone in the carriage who I didn't know. It is a reaction that is too late.

"Oh, so what about that woman over there?

"Mm, yeah, I'm in a position to serve you, Lionel, but I need to borrow you for a second. For the moment, I want you to take care of me around you."

"" Huh?

Two people surprised by their first ears and all.

"No, you don't have to worry about me."

"If you don't like it, I'll give it back to you, Lionel."

Seeing the look on Charlotte's face, Alfred perceived Lydiane's intentions. At the same time, I sensed her predicament. Emotions boiling over the two and the Russians. I don't often have slightly dark, darker emotions.

Surprisingly, I've learned such emotions.

"No... I'm not dissatisfied with you. I'd appreciate it if you could help me. You can't be disrespectful because you're out of the country. Tell me all about it."

I guess it conveyed that I still wore a mask but smiled. I look at her a little relieved and a little visibility sprouts. I think I've seen it somewhere.

(No, it can't be. I haven't been out of the royal palace before when I came, and I bet I never had a chance to meet someone in a situation like hers. Are you out of your mind or have you met someone similar)

Alfred shakes off his visibility. More to think about than that is the man who says Lionel. It would be an inevitable obstacle than Lydiane said she would have a place to fight. No, even if not, Ark's prepared hurdle, there's always him ahead. The patrol is inevitable.

(Can I win? Um, to the monster)

It was the wall that said physical ability that hurt. I can tell by the fact that he's never inferior to the rest of his generation, rather because he's a good Alfred. I guess that's what you call talent, talent through, talent beyond walls that say excellence, etc. Things Mira or Kyle has, things he doesn't.

"Come on. I see Turaan. Even so, we'll have to look the other way around in Ulterior, such as where we can't see it."

There's no need for Lydiane to point it out. Everyone knows. He said it was Turaan, the royal palace of the superpower Garias, making it the largest building in the world.

"Now, before you go into Tularn, I have a few caveats. It's..."

Ask what it is. Alfred tilts his neck. Lydiane, Loran and Charlotte answered the guest's question mark with a troubled face.

There are things in the world that are not rational. This is one of them...

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One is to avoid the topic of Arcadia as much as possible in Tularn.

This is not strange in view of the relationship between the two countries. Regardless, it cannot be avoided in strategic parts such as trade, but it will need to be taken into account enough to avoid the extent of public discourse. In any case, Garias has suffered an historic loss to his Arcadia counterpart. Later, in the last war, it improved slightly, but now there are two superpowers in line. You shouldn't hold hands amicably.

Secondly, to avoid the topic of William von Arcadia as much as possible in Tularn.

Same reason for this. A king who is the culprit of great defeat and a meritorious man with the friendship of both nations. As different as you think in each position, the perception that you are still the biggest enemy should remain unchanged. If so, we should avoid his topic.

So far so good. I also understood.

Thirdly, let Eleonora de Gallias never wave the subject of William von Arcadia, the royal Arcadia.

Alfred was also surprised by this. Because she was a former Arcadia royal, and she seemed so sweet when we met before.

And to point out that...

"Well. There's a lot going on. It's complicated, how people feel."

Lydiane clouded her mouth with a troubled face. That was the story earlier.

And currently, Lydiane, who left her affairs alone and went on tour of the Games, gave up entering the castle from the main entrance and attempted to break in through the back entrance she always used.

The result is now.

"Oh, welcome back, Liddy. You're too late."

A lot of people, Eleonora, were there 'by chance'.

"Is that Liddy's customer? I was wondering if you could introduce me."

A swinging smile. And yet why? The unnaturalness that I didn't feel then was there. Something like Claudia and Ernesta and them is there.

"It's you, Alexis, gladiator of the journey. With that said, the protagonist of your favorite story..."

"Liddy. I liked it, man. Because I don't like it anymore."

The tension coming from Lydiane's back, from Loran's back. That rule, including one or two of them, is maybe something for her. There should have been no such atmosphere, no fine dust when we met before.

"Welcome to Tularn. My name is Eleonora de Gallias. If there's anything inconvenient here, please tell me. Okay, I'll do the math."

That's what I'm saying and leaving, Eleonora. I guess she is a beloved queen from all of us who greets the people on the road with pride. Respect conveyed so far. But I did feel it. There are dark feelings in those eyes that stare at me.

"Never take that mask off. In front of him, never."

Lorraine whispered to me, and Alfred remembered that he was wearing a mask. I forgot. that I was wearing a mask. Because she didn't see the mask. I wonder if this makes sense enough.

"It's disrespectful. I can't believe you left your mask on the queen of one country. Well, I guess I'm not saying anything more than the Queen didn't point out."

"Fair enough, let me show you to your room for now. You should take it off in your room."

A line guided by Lydiane and into the royal palace. A few moments after I started walking, from what Charlotte said, the fact that I realized. That's where the spine creeps in, Alfred.

Yes, she didn't point it out. That you're wearing a mask. Normally you should be the first to care, I didn't mention anything about it, including why. Good if you took the liberty of pointing it at me, but if you had a bad feeling about it. If you knew it from the beginning and didn't dare mention it...

Alfred looks around the walking aisle. There are no unnatural shadows around. But why? For some reason, I feel like I'm being seen. Do you care too much, or...

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"I can't breathe."

Alfred taking off his mask in the room he was guided to. It feels like I can't wipe it off. Just like the royal palace of Arkas, this place is also a nest, of the monsters. It's somewhat easy not to have the power to say prince, but I still can't breathe when I think of those eyes.

Ark said he would visit us later. They're planning to have an evening with a few of them. Alfred has not been questioned about his participation.

(Probably compulsory participation. Well, I'm hungry and it helps to get dinner. I don't have the money to chill out. a little bit suddenly)

Momentum gave me all five gold coins, but I'm busy being stunned by my ill-dressed regret that I should have had a few silver coins split.

(Oh, so to speak -)

The woman who's making me tea right now. Very beautiful and oddly elegant to stand in. I still had a vested sense of sight in the way I claimed to be noble myself on my back alone.

"You didn't hear your name. Did you just hear that I'm Alexis?"

"... that was a fake name. I don't mind... my name is Charlotte..."

Charlotte holding the cup in her hand and looking back. Flax-colored hair that shakes saggily. Your visibility swells. This is how she introduced herself in retrospect.

"-Do Seraphy...... nu. That, mask, uh, that face, puffy in vain -"

"Sha, Charlotte de Serafine!? Oh, 'cause if I said Seraphine, wouldn't you be a great nobleman? Uh, but you, uh...?

The cup falls and breaks. But neither of us could afford to care about that. The identity of the vested sense of vision that we had with each other. Someone I knew who had excluded me from my mistakes about my tiny mask and position. It would be out of our imagination to be reunited under the conditions we now have for each other.

"Alfred, are you?

"... it's different"

It was too late to fix it. Exactly evil upside - Charlotte's cheeks getting red as she sees them. There is also a strong sense of visibility to it. Rather the most impressive. Because after a short time, but seeing it a few times, she decided...

"Anger!

Because for some reason it extends to acts of violence. Today, I threw a pot of pottery that I had at hand. Something with hot tea. Normally, it was an inevitable blow to Alfred, who had no calm or anything, even if he was calm and could easily avoid it.

"Come on, come on!

It's a different story that Ark jumped into Alfred's scream with a change of blood phase.

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Three people, Lydiane, Ark and Lancelo, and a total of five people, Alfred and Charlotte, who seemed uncomfortable with each other, had gathered around the table in Alfred's room.

"... Mr. Ark was in the royal palace from the beginning, wasn't he?"

"Um, I'll see you with Lancelo. There was a fever in the old story and I forgot the time."

"That's where I heard your screams, Sir Alexis."

"Still no need for sir or anything on the blue lad. I wish I could prove something to you, knight."

The look on Lancelo's face staring at Ark, who laughs hard, is also soft again. Now that we know each other, they all live on the same battlefield. I guess they have a connection somewhere. Alfred feels just a little more complicated when he sees Ark's face that sounds fun. It's nothing special about me. It's been shallow since we met, and it's not that deep a relationship, and that's how I understand it.

"Dear Lydiane. Me and, uh, Alfred were acquainted."

"Of course you know. In the first place, I'm the one who brought you two together. When he came here before, he was left alone because he was so busy, and he seemed so bored that he appreciated the children of his generation."

"Heh, did you? You don't remember much."

"... yes, you don't remember"

"... No, I remember saying I remember you"

"Hmm, naturally."

As a result of the acts of violence, I just had some traumatic memories, not to mention flowers and Alfred smile and keep silence. That and this is what Lydiane just gave me to keep the child without telling the prince, so there can be no respect for the other side, and Alfred, who had just become a prince and had not yet become a mannered, was to be bittered. It is a bitter, childhood memory.

Alfred twisting his neck that her memories and those of herself that talk about those days with Lydiane somehow don't match.

(... what kind of memory is that in her? I think it's beautified by something...)

Three people hear it with a smiling look on their face if they realize it. Alfred, who twists his neck more than once on Charlotte, who speaks with delight, had an unequivocal thought, but he doesn't.

Silence is gold.

"You were close."

"Not so much. I only did what I was entrusted to do."

(I was preached an hour on standing. Did the fork fly through the table manners?... I wanted to go in there and say which one of you is worse behaving)

The smudging and remembering memories were violences inside. It was a time of infidelity when my father just couldn't leave me, and it wasn't good that I had extreme apathy. I didn't do anything clever to flush it out.

There would have been a lot of frustrating attitudes for her, who was serious and sure in everything, and sometimes fierce about those days, and I even felt sorry for being made to take care of that self.

(... I can't even ask why she did that.)

What bothers me most is why she, born of a great nobleman who says Seraphine, is with Lionel and others. Not to mention that she is in a position to serve. Is that possible?

"Yes, Lord Ark. Now, Alfred, was your guardian good for you?

"From the scratch to the stick... well, I guess so"

"You've heard him being a gladiator, and I want to hit him with our Lionel today because of everything. I'd appreciate it if you'd agree."

When I hear about Lionel, Arc and Lancelo have a little complexion, which changes. They know that too. what he is like. Both Lydiane and Loran, we all know. Everyone in this country knows.

(... why?

Alfred had a surprisingly frustrating feeling about it himself. I can't sort out that feeling. Having understood that the person who said Lionel did not fit with himself, this emotion was still a difficult thing to grasp. It is not like hatred, it is not like hatred, it is dark, it is like light.

I wonder what this emotion is.

"It is the kid who decides"

"... Huh?

Decent Alfred. Things blow up. 'Cause from what I've seen so far, Ark was supposed to hit himself with Lionel. It should push my back to try as a pleasure as usual.

You were supposed to tell me to fight and win.

"I can't force it. You can leave this country like this."

"... you think I'm gonna lose?

Today, it is truly amazing. I found many emotions that I couldn't describe myself. The next emotion makes me want to turn away for a palpable minute. Definitely negative emotions, the heat of swirling it rubs my head off.

"I can't beat a guy like that. I don't need to bother Lord Lydiane. I'll try to deny him in his garden. To him who feeds on weakness, etc."

Is this anger? If it's anger, I'm afraid I don't know what things are against.

"And he says,"

"If so, let's fight. Look, it's your choice, don't forget it."

"Yes, of course."

Ark glimpses Lydiane. I'd shrug her shoulders off. I immediately took my gaze off her, and Ark began to focus on his own meal.

"Now, goodness says hurry. We have to set a date and time."

"No special treatment is required. Go up the stairs in grand, sequential order. That's better, isn't it? Interestingly, it will be delicious."

That said, Alfred also restarts his meal. It will depend on the person's position what he feels about the condition. Lydiane laughs damned as she sees it, and Lancelo smiles slightly at her pale enthusiasm. Charlotte - with eyes that looked at people as if they didn't know - was staring at Alfred now.

"Tomorrow, I'll complete my registration as soon as possible"

"That's good. There must have been some interesting fights. You should take a look."

"Ah, interesting battle, is it"

"Yeah, as much as I'd like to go watch if I'm free too. Oh, and besides wearing a mask when I go out in the future, I'd also like to add that I'll be accompanying Charlotte. Well, you can think of it as surveillance. I'm not going to let you report it."

"I don't mind."

Alfred glances at Charlotte. My eyes just fit and I said, "Hmm!" and they turned that way. It is a girl who is not in a good position to serve to make.

That concludes the meeting, and Ark and Lancelo, Lydiane, leave. Alfred does so at first glance at the servants cleaning up the dishes.

(... I only have one bed. What to do)

He was Alfred, who watched Charlotte stand properly and sighed sneakingly.

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"Is it what you think it is"

After exiting the room and walking for a while, Ark opened his mouth.

"I don't know. But he's easy to understand."

Lydiane smiles. That boy doesn't have as much depth as a king. It's normal given my age, but I could still see the bottom. It's not hard to do. I have firmly poisoned and planted it, and my standing around today would have been full.

"Did you think so? I didn't think so."

Lydiane frowns. Ark disappeared at the end of the aisle as he was taken by Lancelo. Everything is on your palms, ready steadily. With Lionel losing, I should be able to win. There is no loss in this battle. That's what I made.

"Are you worried, or... I wonder what he sees"

I think I'll put an excellent king in front of me. That I am not the king. He was also a monster who struck out on the continent as the unified king of Garnia. Because the person we met was outside the standard of El Sid, that path was to be interrupted, but if El Sid hadn't...

Even if not, 'those eyes' deserve vigilance. Lydiane thought so.