Tower of Karma

By the time the snow hits, the hunt is completely over. Many are chased by the winter temple. Processing crops harvested in autumn, meat obtained at this previous hunting festival, etc. into dry or preserved forms. Alfred also worked to help the Keel family.

It is suicidal to move more often than not in the winter. Even merchants with land exploration don't move around in the winter months. I don't have the advantage of moving in the first place. Consumption and production will stagnate almost as long as they are not so southern.

It was when I was finishing various tasks and taking a leisurely lunch.

"Speaking of which, was Mr. Yulan Marcia's doctor?

Well, I bumped into the question I've been trying to figure out. I wasn't so concerned, but I was going to have a conversation.

"Did you deduce from Yelena's clothes?

"No, because after that, Yelena said someone she knew outside of Marcia."

"Oh well. Well, that's not enough to hide. Me and Yelena are out of Marcia. The Keel family is a family of doctors from generation to generation, and this guy will all be a doctor. I wish I could take my clothes off in public... but not yet, Yelena."

Yelena shaking her head sideways. Alfred pungent when he sees it. I'm about to cry a little for a distance that never shrinks.

"No, you're a doctor from Marcia, the medical giant. Ah. So it makes sense to have a solid arm."

"... it's an outdated relic of Marcia's medical care. Right now, the most decent doctors are the kids from El Toure. I don't have a rash of authority. Good or bad, I make sure with that eye properly. There are things that develop when you pile up the right trials. You see?"

Apparently, for some reason. Marcia makes a name for herself as a medical power, while being a small country considerably north of the border of Nederks. That is what doctors learned there are also privileged in the Seven Kingdoms, many of whom have grown up as doctors who see nobility and royalty.

Marcia, the medical capital. If you are a doctor, it is a place you dream about once, but you will see something else in Yulan, a native there.

By the way, Alfred has no reason to know, but Yulan's valve has proven to be correct for future generations. Authorities, what the medical landlord says is considered absolute and solidified. Marcia and I explore new avenues and are not afraid of contraindications. El Touré. We are still ahead of us, but we could also say that it was inevitable that the position would be replaced. Whether it's someone who knows the truth or the future.

"I understand."

"Oh, so what's the right trial?

"It's a trial I've never done. It doesn't matter if it's a method, an observation method, anything. Anyway, changing something, more than the previous attempt, more than the previous attempt. There's no point in repeating the same thing."

"... I agree. Another question, then. I don't know, have you ever been scared?"

"There are a lot of them. But that's good. That's why I'm traveling."

"Did you see something scary?

"Right, I think so. I'm sure I enjoy that."

"... I see. You're a harder creature than I thought. That's my last question. Humans, there's a lot going on, right? There's not a single height, weight, face, skeleton, or the same thing. Skin color, too."

Yelena is frightened. I stare at Yulan as if to stare.

"How about you? You like the same people? Do you prefer to belong to a similar group? What do you want from the people around you?

Yulan's question was difficult. A very, very difficult question. Honestly, Alfred never even thought about that before now. I haven't even been able to find myself properly. I've never thought about what I want from the people around me.

'Cause I just want to thank you for being so close to me.

Still, I thought I should answer Yulan's question. His eyes, they want answers. If you wish, I want it to be the solution you seek. But I didn't even think it was sincere to derive it and answer it. What I want is the real thing, if...

Let's think about it now. Around, what do you want?

"... for the first time, I thought. I've always been too blessed to be around. [M] Instead, I don't like myself compared to them, and I think I was trying not to think about it. But it's still a short journey, I think."

Alfred squeezed out desperately. Maybe that was the beginning of his path. It's not just me, it's me, including the environment.

"I want to be with people different from me and different people. I mean, anyone can do it. Because there's no such thing as the same person. Not like you. If you think you need to be there for any reason, I want to live up to it. I'm not proactive, but I ask for something different around me. On top of that, I think it would be nice if we went down the same road."

Still, the puzzle is falling apart. But Yulan heard the answer. This answer will surely change even further. Now we should be on the way, rather in pieces. It was a little different from the answer you asked for, but it depends on how you respond to it.

"It's a mess. One day, when we get a little bit more together, let me hear it."

"... Yes, someday, always"

This is just a public story. Meaningless and disorderly, proper conversation.

Creeping something out there is personal freedom.

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Alfred breathed into the sight of zero light coming from the gap between the clouds. At the end of his daily audition, he looked up at the night sky with a thought and a glimmer of moonlight was creating a fantastic sight of snow. It is a very beautiful sight. Yet it was also a scenery I missed somehow.

"... Al"

Turning to the voice, Alfred. There's...

"You reject me, too?

I undressed, there was Yelena. Alfred complains.

"It's weird, it's sick."

Words don't come out. The moonlight falls. Snowflakes, snow falls like petals, and the moon illuminates them. She was so deeply shaded by the bright white world.

"I'm sorry. I'm a little short on vocabulary. Only clichéd words come to mind. But I can tell you one thing for sure. You are so beautiful."

"... liar. Look at this skin. Different colors than you, different colors than everyone else."

"Yeah. There's a kid I know who looks like you. I'm best friends with her, and she thinks I am, and I want to think she's giving it to me. And that kid said it. The child's mother said it was darker. On top of that, he said he was more beautiful than anyone else. I feel like I'm looking at him right now. I'm not even supposed to have met him. I don't know why, I'm about to cry. I feel bad."

The brown skin was darker than the boy's best friend's. Snow petals dance over his noticeable crisp face, strangely colored eyes, glossy dark hair and skin.

"Al is not disgusting. I feel worse."

"That's an insult to me. You should stretch your chest. [M] You should be proud to be different from people. I like your difference. [M] Because it's so, so pretty."

"... said for the first time. I don't care, my dad always tells me..."

Yelena dresses naughty.

"I'll give you this. It smells good."

I took the sachet out of my chi clothes and handed it to Alfred.

"If I ever made a friend, I'd give it to you, I thought. If you don't want it, throw it away."

"Don't you want it? Thank you, Yelena. I'll take care of it."

"... it's in the beak and it's probably"

"... Huh?

"Because it also avoids temper. Health first."

Yelena walks away as she keeps coming. It wasn't until much later that a passage from a book I used to read in the back of Alfred's pompous brain, Marcia's pompous clothes filled with herbs as filters for bad air containing air, contagious diseases, came to mind.

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"... is that good?

"... n"

"Right. Good for you."

In the morning, there was Yelena at the table, undressed and revealed her face. I think it's impeccable except for a short parent-child exchange, and Alfred behaves like this is normal without saying anything. Just because she's an Inhuman is a place where swelling is also treated, and she's different from what she looks like, I guess she won't be able to accept it inside. It's not just this settlement, it's human nature with a closed aspect, and there must be a lot of things that I find hard to live in Laurencia.

Alfred also knows the living spiciness of being treated as swollen because it is different from the surroundings. Acquired, his position changed when his father became king. Even though I haven't changed anything, the way I treat myself from around me changes. The discomfort is the same, even if it is the opposite of persecution.

That would make it different to be empathetic. Alfred won't even tell you how he feels, I can't tell you. Besides, she wouldn't be looking for empathy or anything.

I guess it's just normal, as a matter of course, to just be there for you.

"Oh, please replace me"

"Don't eat well against appearance"

"I was hoping to work out a little bit."

"Then eat your dinner after it moves. It's more efficient that way. Once upon a time, there was a massive study with hundreds of subjects. After conducting comparative experiments before, after and on a hourly basis, the results of the study appear to be efficient for 30 minutes after a single exercise. Well, in the end, there are differences between people. Listen to me in half."

"Reference! Oh, thank you, Yelena."

Say thank you to Yelena for bringing me the replacement stew. Look at Yelena, who smiles a little, and Yulan's right in the face.

"Hey, shoulder out. I'm in the mood to take it off somehow."

"Why!?

Such a day has come.