Tower of Karma

As Alfred had hoped at the time of registration, the cards were ready to be put together as soon as they were available. Three fights in three days, pace enough to repel even newcomers who want to make a name for themselves. But I'm not tired of myself. There were no elements in anyone's eyes that would make him tired.

Day four, the start of the game.

"Go in, damn it, you're the waiting type -"

Into it all at once, flashing without slipping through. Now for the fourth day in a row, Alfred was only to stay together and win with only one blow. Everyone in the audience has lost their temper and for the entertainment side, they want to hold their head.

"Can you even attack?"

"You're so serious about knocking down Rhushuan. That's not a front-seat level."

"A living knight? Some kind of irrational extreme sword technique. Hey."

He tried to pin down the opponent who had attacked him in all three battles with unstoppable early work, but in the fourth, he stuck himself into the same result against the wary opponent. The opposite is unusual for a spectacle and the customer is noisily satisfied, but close to the worst in terms of entertainment.

On the fourth day of his debut in Ulterior, an emergency situation in which almost every guest bets on Alfred. Since the spread of information such as the victory over Lychean, the summation of the culminations in other arenas, and so on, the situation had become so complete that no wager could be made.

"You, it must have been game day tomorrow."

"Stop it, you can't beat that"

"I've already shown my strength, so it's hard to use for eight hundred. What's wrong with him?"

"I don't think you're a gladiator. It's a way to win, dammit."

How to beat your peers too. I don't want to sit here long. The power showed. And then get someone over there. That's the way I keep saying it.

"... hey, apparently, here we are"

Yes, this is clearly selling fights. I'll use the place called the arena to make this territory a mess, that's what I'm willing to say. If so, inevitably, the king there will have to come out.

The champion of this arena...

"You seem to like it a lot, Cass Bug."

Rionel Girarde. He appeared before the undeserved, whose kings immediately ravaged the territory. A man who doesn't even lean on the arena except on his own day of battle.

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

"Ah?

On the contrary, it was Alfred who threw in the story. He was waiting again, too. that the king will appear himself. There is no surveillance here called Charlotte.

"I want to make a deal with you. Let's get out of sight."

"A deal doesn't end with a reciprocal opponent, heh!

Acceleration applied to physical abilities without preliminary motion. The motion to come packing the time in an instant is just one word. But look at that. Alfred smiles.

"I saw your move before. Now let me see mine."

Lionel's eyes open wide. I've heard stories about the last three wars. I saw the game immediately earlier. Rio Nell finds out they were totally wasted. I can only count the speed of my own reaction, how I have been unable to react and deal with it, even though I am in the process of advancing. All generations far above themselves. of this country, is the world's top opponent.

- I'll give it to you.

Sword attached to the neck muscle of Lionel. I reacted, and it took this form before I could deal with it. It was difficult for me to forgive and humiliated the same generation in front of me.

I was out of hand in the game. I dare you, as Lionel misunderstands. To misjudge you by making you think you've seen your bottom, sprinkler bait. That worked. Not on top of this. If it was in action, it would have ended here.

"Now it's EVEN. I was wondering if you'd listen to me for a second."

"... Temeer's lost his only winner."

Angry Lionel. But that anger is probably not for Alfred. It is anger towards itself that has fallen into the trap of the other person.

"You still don't know everything about me. Neither have I. I haven't seen your bottom. That's all right."

"... I don't give a shit, I'll kill you if you talk"

"Of course. I think it would be a useful story."

Rionel walks out silently. Take it as meaning to say follow me. Alfred goes on as well.

The rest of our colleagues...

"... are you serious?"

I was flabbergasted to see the two of them scattering sparks.

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"Kill!"

Alfred takes his place in combat mode with Lionel, whose anger is clearly shaking off. They were two people who had already exploded instead of a one-touch immediacy, but know each other's power but therefore cannot move easily. Regardless, with one more push, Lionel will step in without hesitation.

(Again, it's not stupid. Rather, the terroir is a smart category)

His roots are smarter than you can imagine from his usually rough and rough behavior. Evidence of this is that we are not stepping into a really bad part, and we are standing around in the back society well as well. It is in this world that you cannot live, no matter how strong or stupid you are. Rather, for a noticeable minute, a strong fool dies prematurely. He was able to speak. And I also see the nature of things.

"I'm gonna lose you in a direct confrontation, so I'm gonna give you Charlotte's pattern, Gola! Temeer, you got a good mouthful of bugs like that! I'm the pinnacle. I'm the best in this arena!

"I know. But if you fight me, it won't be. You don't want to lose, do you? Whatever means you use, I thought it was your mood that you would never lose. I don't think this deal would ever be bad if it were. 'Cause you're never gonna lose this, are you?

"... what does Temeer know about me?"

"If you're into winning, if you find meaning in winning. You're not smoking in a boxyard like this. Because there are people in this country who are stronger than you. Financial power, power, force, which you are very much not the best. But you wanted the king in this box yard without pushing them and aiming up. That's why..."

"I'm gonna kill you for real."

Perhaps this is the steep point of Lionel, a reverse scale which should not be touched. I knew it and Alfred touched it there. Clean as a fiery fire, he is not so angry at the fruit. It's just a pose. But the current state is definitely angry. I showed a gap even for a moment, but at the end of the day, I won't stop until I'm sure I kill it off. I can't even pull out my chi.

"If you're disturbed, I apologize. But you did. I want her. But I'm barely naked, I don't have any other trading material than myself."

(... this guy just probed me. Script written by Lydiane's bastard, no instructions yet, but you're saying he's somewhat uncomfortable with this guy)

Other than himself, a statement emphasizing only a little bit of the capital he said he was, and the gaze that accompanied it. From the motion, Rionel felt that Alfred had put in some exploration. Perception in instinct rather than reason. Lionel therefore believes in the sensation.

(Don't you feel like a fool just dancing? Well, it's the same here, Cuthworm)

There are no instructions from Lydiane. I mean, this happens again. Part of the script.

"Why do you want that woman?

"There is a beauty sauce. I only have a few more things to know. Once upon a time."

(I see. Is that what you're saying about pulling a woman out? Dimensions say that if a good, knowledgeable, well-liked kid hears about the situation, it will be this kind of script. I don't care, but we're on each other's hands. Really, I don't care)

A puppet that dances over each other's hands, guessing it at each other. So he also knows that the cod that he's about to say goes through. Because I understand that it's best to dance along the script now. Along with the certainty that we will always grab one of those, the victory, of the choices that lie ahead of us when we dance.

"Do you know him? It makes sense. The deal is closed. I'm busy, too."

Then let's make a bet with me.

"I don't think Temeer has anything. You need capital to bet, too, huh?

"Bet on me. Direct confrontation with you, I'll have her if I win. If I lose, you can set me free. So what do you say?

"I don't know what to talk about. Even if she rots, she's the daughter of a nobleman, the Lady of Seraphine. Historically speaking, it was definitely a house of great nobility. One thing doesn't match Temeer."

"May I say that I am Alfred von Arcadia, First Prince of the Kingdom of Arcadia?

Seeing Alfred reveal himself without hesitation, Lionel guesses. This man undoubtedly has some grasp of Lydiane's paintings, and what Lydiane is hearing is bouncing backwards from purpose.

In order to establish this bet on this occasion, Rio Nell must believe in his own worth. Rionel was neither foolish nor popular enough to believe that there was no physical evidence as it was to tell a story without any clapping. I guess I stepped on it because I was informed.

"Shall we not farce anymore? From here on out, it gets whiter no matter how. I've been trying to stir things up and make things work, but we can't be that stupid."

"Right. Temeer's bet, I'm not dissatisfied with the terms. As ordered."

"If I lose, will I be sold to Master Lydiane?

"They say you can do whatever you want before you sell it. They say if the five bodies are connected, they don't care what their status is. Temeer hasn't liked it since we first met. It's no big deal to lose. Don't even think about it. It's a way of hurting me without having to fall apart."

"Yeah, I know. Besides, I'm not so scared of torture. What scares me is being Arcadia's, father's enemy as Lydiane's toy. Expose yourself to shame, pull my father's, my fatherland's legs, how tougher you are."

Lionel narrows his brow. Even though I know he's a prince, I don't know how he left the country. It was also possible to say he was just a prodigal son, but in the current atmosphere such a possibility could be ruled out.

"Then why place a bet? Unless that woman set something up, the lead is in Temeer, right? Why don't you just get out of the country before you mud your favorite dad's face?"

I really don't know when that happens. I wonder why this prince is out of the country.

"You know that. Just like you."

The Prince of the Arcadia Kingdom is missing. The first prince was expelled because of his incompetence. Rumors whisper fruitfully in the alley, but Lionel had ruled out that possibility the moment he saw the real thing. He left on his own with a prodigal son, how more likely this one is.

Because...

"I have no doubt that I will prevail. That's all."

Because this man is good and strong.

"Shit. I'll kill you."

"Try it. I'm strong, champion. And you were sick of it, weren't you? As a spectacle, you have to play the clown to establish a battle without skill and hands."

"I'll show Temeer hell just the number of slaps on the slap. Stay tuned."

Both with a fierce grin. We don't suspect each other that the winner is us. Winning or losing, even if manipulated, is something you grasp with your own hands. If you win, go up, if you lose, go down, easy to understand. Besides, we would never speak to each other, but some of us were looking forward to the strength of their opponents.

There is no such thing as a person who hits and meshes with all his might.

I had a hunch. From the beginning, I had a feeling this would happen.