Tower of Karma

Alfred finished what needed to be done and was relaxing on the first floor of the inn, where guests were supposed to stay on the first day, in the space where they would eat and drink. Although I slept a little, my fatigue is enormous. When I'm alone like this, I get worried about the future of Charlotte, but that's not an area where others can step in anymore.

(I guess that's a different story when you get married)

It was the faces of Elise and the others that fluttered after the imagination that was past her head. I'm not engaged or socializing, but somehow the one thing that makes it worse is that I still like her.

"Mm-hmm. Take your time today. Say hello to everyone in the church tomorrow."

Relax and lose consciousness - pretend you're losing consciousness, thinking about the lack of retention.

(... they're watching. Making it a famous tax on champions, I guess this guy feels second-and-a-half because his gaze is creeping and his habit is diminishing)

Alfred was aware that he was being watched. The discomfort I've felt from time to time the last few days. I run out with Charlotte holding hands several times, sprinkled in a dramatic play, but this time I feel like I'm only stepping in a little bit more than that.

(Is this why Mr. Ark said tomorrow morning? You're not Master Lydiane. That one's not as shitty as lying in a deal. Maybe even in this situation, whether I win or lose, it's a winning case for that guy. Although I still don't see it -)

I'm sure it's not Lydiane. Nevertheless, this is inevitable if you find out more than you are the son of the heroic white knight of the Arcadia kingdom. This time it was a lot too conspicuous, but I don't even know who is letting them monitor it for what purpose.

I don't even need to squeeze that.

I can't say hello.

There were a lot of people who wanted to say hello at the end, but you can't be optimistic enough about things to afford it. I only wanted to avoid the two dances of Arkas.

(Apart from the place of accommodation, no meeting point was specified. There's no way I can leave tomorrow morning. I assumed that the impossibility of being able to do so meant being in the place you could be. In that case, the trouble is... even in that quiet part of the nature park, there are people who can turn off the signs and move, and then there's the possibility that people today dare to be wary -)

Pick a place that is easy to find for once, push your tired body and be in the crowd. It's more certain to wait like this than to move from yourself, and if it comes to a fire, I still want to create an attitude that can move like this at any time. Because the crowd is a belly-to-belly counter.

(Dotsubo enough to think...... I'd like to get some rest)

Quiet, then in nature, wait for the moment when things move.

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"Your Majesty, it's Lancelot."

"Your Majesty, don't. Not that Sir is already my knight... has he moved?

"Orders have been issued to the top hundred generals. I also plan to bring this report to the King's brain-led operational meeting for the last time."

"... you're buying time. Good girl."

"No way. That's better for this country. That would be all."

"Aye, okay. I'm leaving tonight."

"Can I pick up that boy?

"That kid turns his head. I'm sure it's well intentioned. There is one meeting place that we both have in common. I'm heading there."

"Then I'm in this. We can't postpone it as long as we can."

"I don't need it. That girl is not willing to move a soldier until tomorrow. That's something the other party knows about. Only the Queen's handkerchief will be dealt with."

"I understand. Good luck, hey, Master Ark."

"Yes, sir. He's a master."

Leaving former subordinate's back. He was also a knight who served himself with all sorts of emotions. Same goes for Govan, who was shoulder-to-shoulder. A man's heart is love, which does not fit into reason at all. So every once in a while, an incredibly irrational situation arises.

"For love's sake... Queen, do you hate me so much? Yourself."

Ark looks pitifully at Tularn's heights. The woman who reigned there was more beautiful than anyone, more gentle than anyone, more pure than anyone, more loving girl than anyone else.

I couldn't forgive myself for being such a fool, trying to be beautiful. That's what it looked like to Ark.

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Time goes back a little bit.

- So, the queen wants us to get her? It's not peaceful to just bring them to you without telling me why. It's nonsense to look for people in the face here. "

Adan gets stuck with Eleonora in an obviously grumpy way. To him a queen is a respectable subject, but not the one to serve. Only the master is king, and she is only his spouse. Things that say that if you give directions that don't get guidelines without a headache, they will also stand in the corner.

"All of them are talent who stand behind Garias. I don't want to let you get away with it."

"The layers of Garias are so thin that you have to leave them with a boy outside the country, and who doesn't even know his identity. Besides, many of them are busy here and take advantage of their occasional vacations to return to Ulterior. If you want to move it, I think you need a good reason."

As a samurai, Jean-Paul Yubo, who had taken refuge, was also present here as a civilian. It was a statement that the role of the elderly, the role of the young man in mud, could not be taken.

"The boy is Joon-young, who was headlined by the Cavalier King, Arc of Garnias. He's the only one who's put it by his side who's traveled around the world. It will be clear that it is a ball. And you all seem a little mistaken. I'm not stupid enough to ask you."

Eleonora put a piece of paper in front of everyone. There was stamped the seal of Julius, king of the Kingdom of Gallias. Looking at the text, Jean Paul and those of good sense mouth to mouth, and Adan and Loran are so outraged that they may take their seats. That should be it too, she didn't come here to do you a favor.

"It's an order. Dear General of the Army of the Kingdom of Gallias,"

"It's a way to stay lumpy after that, Eleonora"

"This is a public place, Lydiane. At least put it on."

"Okay, Master Eleonora. Oh, you look a little bit like your sister."

"I'm glad to hear that. Because I wanted to be that guy."

Whatever you say, Eleonora won't shake. In her, what she lost that day must have been a very big one. Because I know, Lydiane doesn't have a saying. To her, the truth about everything about 'the man', the right way is pointless. Because the right path brought her to Gallias, and the wrong sister accompanied her with her own thinkers.

It doesn't matter if there is love there or not. I'm just, like, dying, crazy jealous. Reach out and it arrived. Fate inverted just by feeding Julius to his sister and pushing the sacrifice. Neither my brother's advice, nor the man who said white knight, nor the weight of his thoughts, saw anything.

"Come on, gentlemen, bring him under me"

That day, the man I loved and Claudia got engaged and the man became king. If time had passed and it had become so naturally, there might still have been salvation. But that was too soon. Fast as if it had been set up from the beginning, the man obtained the king's blood and throne.

Pretending to be innocent was the limit. It was planned from the beginning. The sweet words, the kind words, the words that you might expect a little, are all computational. It was only a stepping stone for a man to become king. She broke because I still can't hate her.

He was reunited at King's meetings, outings, etc., and his chest jumped just because he was interested in public discourse without any other love. Beneath the mask is a ruthless, cruel, cunning man.

Even if I know, I'll love you, including that.

Day by day regrets accumulate. Why didn't I move? At the stage when a woman named Victoria appeared, she could do anything with power. Rutgard, I'm not sure, but it could have been possible to insert and change as long as I was prepared to abandon my status.

Claudia...

Finally, someone showed up who could pour love. There's half that guy's blood in there. Half, that guy. Only then can I feel more confident that I can love this country deeply than my own child. There is also certainty that the pain will fade with that love. Above all, if he takes that child as his son, he is a substantial couple.

Then let's move. Now it's time not to regret it. I didn't move with Lydiane's face up to this point, but her love is still to that extent. It's the only thing I can give up.

So I don't expect them. This order is a thing to keep them from moving. What moves is that it is the thin, dirty self who should be the hand that holds love. Let's get it out of the way. Replacing the things I lost that day...

Because there is no more Eleonora, who was purer and kinder than anyone else.

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A strange man sits next to Alfred lying down on the counter. Order an ale from your husband with a natural waist. Place shards of parchment right in front of Alfred during that series of streams.

At an angle unseen from the person you would be watching...

"It's Sir Lancelo's use. It will be a message from the common Lord."

After whispering so loudly, the man desired a replacement for his husband, feeling comfortable with Yale at once. Alfred moves his body to such an extent that it does not become unnatural, and sees the letters written on the parchment shards. There's...

(... Garnian letters, I guess. Probably, at night)

It's just one word, but I wouldn't normally be able to read it when it comes to Garnian letters. Spoken language is unified unless it is also a relatively isolated pattern of land, but the letters are still strong in the unique colors of each country. Naturally, you can't even tell Gallias or Arcadia humans how unfamiliar they are with languages, such as Garnian letters, but there they touch the blood of a book lover, more letters than people.

(Ten or eighty-nine, I was in a hurry and saw that I only beat him to write about the matter. The guy thinks it's written in a language that goes with it too or no supplement...... okay. I passed it on, Ark.)

The man next door poured three, four and ale into momentum, mumbling a popular song in Gallias. In response, everyone starts singing shoulder to shoulder, mouth to mouth.

The drunkards sing as they stand up and spank Yale on the floor. The guy next door started to move harder and harder, and people were gathering around him.

(... now)

Sneaky Alfred disappears from the spot. The man smiled at Alfred as he saw the desk and moved. Ark's prospective boy was really calm and found out he was going to carry things to the old man.

"... ugh!?

The man who watched him searches for Alfred, who disappeared at some point, but this inn alone won't allow the entrance or exit to be ten if the windows also match. It is impossible to cover them more than once we have completely lost sight of them. I just went to take a guess,

"Damn!

It couldn't have even hit me.

Alfred watched the move from the second floor of the inn. He makes it look like he escaped and disappeared, and he still lurks inside the inn. Because there was a watchful eye besides him, or because he wanted to see and judge the flow of people. As a result, there are no problems now. I didn't see any movement around me.

And one more thing...

"I knew it. It's hard to understand, Mr. Ark."

While the noise of the inn was spreading outside into a big chorus, Ark was also mixing there and singing Yale with one hand. Alfred thinks it's natural to be nearby more than not stating the meeting place. Yeah, do whatever you want and stand out.

(Well, does that guy stand out even if he's shrinking)

It was Alfred heading downstairs with a bitter smile.