Tower of Karma

Bigger arena than anything in Arkas. There were two men fighting. One is a sword as straight as a pure knight. The golden emblem shining in the chest belonged to the most presumed Knights of this country, the Golden Knights. There is no shortage of people who belong to them. They are all excellent, and he is also full.

But the opposing man had outdone all of that sword moves. The man does not even pull out his sword and gently continues to squeeze his opponent's sword. That's all I punch in. I don't even make a few rubs. Shake your body to the right and to the left, twisting your body forward and backward. It's not a person's move. Nor is it a beast.

The manuba was beyond living things.

"... he's a very good knight."

"Yeah, you'll see when you see it. Quite skillful. That's why it stands out, Lionel, is strong"

Alfred and Charlotte see the sight. Powerful, flexible, quick. Seeing the power of a man combining all the elements needed for roughly the battle, the emotions boiling in Alfred's mind were still that strange feeling.

The name of the emotion that underlies the initial frustration...

"I don't usually play that far. Today, you had a bad day with them. Noble, knight, straight sword. Approximately, it has all the elements that the man hates"

"... I hate nobles, him"

"Technically everything that stands above you," he said.

Alfred watched the battle of Lionel with his intricate face. His movements, one foot at a time, are saying. You can't move like this for anyone but me. I can't fight like this. I can do it. I'm strong. I'm the strongest.

"You can't beat him. No one can win."

"... At least, Mr. Loran can win. Even Mr. Lancelot can win."

"They are the king's right and left, the power of the state, at its top. Even if they win, it doesn't matter to us, the people of Shirai, who fight in this arena."

"... right. Exactly. But you could have stopped it, couldn't you? I should have been able to teach defeat. How can you not do anything?"

"Are you frustrated?

"I don't know. I don't know. Sign up, I'll get it done. Because there's nothing more to gain from this battle."

The moment Alfred turns his back, Lionel attacks just saying the play is over. Unable to deal with incoming opponents in a rushed attack. Overwhelming physical abilities smeared those differences, although it might rather be up there in terms of sword skill. There is no winning eye from the edge.

So there's nothing to see.

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"Let's start tomorrow. Garias, that's a lot of money."

"Naturally. This is the capital of the superpower Garias."

"Well, you won't be able to guess for a while, and I'm going to take it easy. You need to foil the biting dog a little, too. I'm going to beat you one step at a time."

"You're not nervous."

"If you're still in the arena, you've stepped on a lot of places there."

"... I can't believe it. That little creature."

"You were fighting at the venue of the Strachez Games. You were watching."

"It just seemed to be swinging."

"... Oh, that was unintentional. I'd dress up a little better in a proper place to fight. I don't know if I can win."

"You said you could win yesterday."

"I hate it. Of course I'm willing to win. But of the same generation I know, he's probably the strongest. Well, if he's the last generation, he'll be there, but if he's the next generation, he'll probably skip the last generation. It's not easy. I'm not even willing to lose."

(Again, that's a face you don't know)

Face in a battlefield with a glimpse for a moment. Far from my impressions back then.

"Shall we have lunch? Is it good in the stalls around there? I don't have any money. I borrowed it from Mr. Ark for a second, but I have to save it."

"I don't mind. I'll say I've already fallen, too, muddy water."

"... is that in your eyes?

Alfred's eyes narrow.

"... you've had a little talk. I haven't been treated like that yet. Rather, he's been taken care of, and he's been treated pretty well. But if you look at the other kids, you can imagine what will happen to you sooner or later, right?

"Oh well... hey, can I ask?

"Why did you fall?

"Yeah. I wouldn't mind at all if I didn't want to."

"You won't have a choice if you fix it now. Besides, if I were in Tulane, a celebrity, I wouldn't want to hear about it. So, where shall we talk, knight?"

"Don't make fun of me. Let's finish lunch first. So, let's talk slowly."

"Yeah, let's do that"

A compartment where relatively poor people gather even in Ulterior. That's why it's cheap and hides something quite delicious. Alfred relies on his own exploration. An hour went by while I was lost with that and this, and it was another story that Charlotte's kick flew and finally made my meal.

"Uh, it was delicious. I can eat the bad parts if they simmer anyway. They say that if you simmer enough, it will taste good. What's the cost of this? Crumb meat after the market, I feel like I can make money there if I collect waste... No, the competition is over soon"

"I'm still eating."

"Did I say something without appetite?

"... you can't have it on a girl."

Tingly Alfred. On this side of life, the only women I have a decent relationship with are Nicola, Ellis and Mira. Others don't even have that bud to say hello or socialize. It is also rare for my father to say non-interference, but dating each other in the house, and as a result, I didn't even have the help to unlock the present useless state.

"... disrespectful. There's about one, two, three women talking to me!

"Is there only three of you? Regardless of your relationship or anything, who are you talking to?

"Yeah, well... why the poor eye"

"Even if it rots, it would be a prince...... how can this happen? Not if I stick around."

"It's terrible to be told. I'm gonna cry."

"It's this way I want to cry!

"... why!

"... there's a lot going on in the maiden."

Uninterpretable, Alfred. Open his mouth and he will be angry, so he used to stare at the sky bluntly without his stomach. And then Charlotte who finishes eating. It floats from its surroundings even if it just captures it at the edge of its eyes. This is not a good place for her. Regardless of her birth, she should be a high ridge.

"Garias now, you can't just say noble. It is nobility that earns more than anyone else and prevails over everyone. Good, your father said so. I said," Well, let me reinstate Seraphine. "

I guess the story has begun. Alfred listens carefully.

"In fact, I think your father had business talent. When I met you, the Seraphines were the brightest time since I was born. But your father was in a hurry. A little more, with the rest of the house, it never became targeted. Past piles are struck. Nobility is no exception. Instead, the aristocratic community might feel stronger."

A sight in sight for Alfred as well. The aristocratic society is formed of gorgeous superficial layers and muddy contents. They live well in a vortex of jealousy, suspicion, resentment, and negative emotions. Footsteps, not too far out, not too late, live.

Talent, the result, upset her father's sense of balance. It is a good thing. Success and failure are one and the other. Because it's something that easily covers it.

"At first, your father's bad words about his business were whispered in the social world. Ignore it, don't let the waves rise, but rumors can be tailed. It gradually became enlarged and began to spread as if they were true. In a little while, you've started to interfere directly with who you started with. Being a nobleman is clever, so I have repeatedly used things that have no legs to get in the way. One of them was Lionel."

Lionel's standing position was approximately as he had imagined. And the Seraphine family's apoptosis is also a good story. If it was a time full of glory, I guess this wouldn't have happened. The force weakened and there was a knocking gap. So the nobles made that gap.

Pull your legs and drag things down that have become targeted as a single group. The very aristocratic, most ugly human nature was there.

"Your father was ashamed of his discrediting his family name with his own hands, and he hurt himself. My mother and my sisters followed me."

"... you weren't there at the time."

"Yes, Mr. Lydiane recommended me, and I was studying at El Touré. When I got the murder report and rushed back, it was all over. No home, no family, all that remained was the business of my father, who had fallen to the ground with unwarranted bad talk, the debt it left behind. There was nothing I could do about it, and there was no way to pay off my swollen debts, and I had to say to that man. To live, I had to. You're a filthy, ugly woman, I am."

It's a good story, so there's nothing you can do. Reality, difficult to move, irresistible thick walls were there. I'm sure her father didn't have any real business talent. A temporary success rewarded me for not fitting my height. I didn't have the talent to stand on people, and I didn't know how to grasp people's hearts. I didn't even understand that I had to.

Just because I didn't know it, it was so corrupt to say the Seraphines. The long history and the times when we could only live on the legacy of our ancestors, who were great, are at an end. The Innovation King can't just stand there in the world, built by the White King.

"You have the courage. I didn't choose to die. It's bad for your family, but I don't think the person who chose death is noble. Don't tell me you're alive and dirty. I thought you were beautiful, and I still feel the same way next door. Nothing will change. You are noble. Not yet."

Alfred's gaze at Charlotte was a very calm one. Dye your cheeks on that statement, leaning Charlotte.

"Foreword withdrawn. If you keep saying this face to face, around there-"

The bumping and twinkling Charlotte's voice is too small to hear. Besides, Alfred was in the mood for a little thought. What am I supposed to do?

There was a tragedy. A common tragedy struck her. Still, there has been a difficult reality for a young woman who has no skill to resist. That's all. A good story.

That's why...

"Hi, Lionel. I need to talk to you for a second, okay?

"Ah?

Such a reality, I want to smash it.