Tower of Karma

El Touré's camp was miserable. Sacrifices are heavy in castle attacks. I guess there's never a lot of this injured person. However, it was morale that was worse than that. Young and bloody. I guess there was enough for them to sink in too.

"There must be someone I know."

"Uh, the fight you were saying before, my friend?

"It was a slight misbutton, but it was a good battle"

(A good battle with Orpheus, huh? You're strong, that person)

Alfred was also to a lesser extent a match, but the person who said Orpheus was so masterful that it was strange to be at such an end of the scene. Especially his only 'eye', whose breadth and accuracy do not rely on vision, comes above the preface of thought.

If that makes him a good contender, you can expect strength, although winning or losing is what you're not talking about.

"Hmm, you don't seem to be walking"

"How do you know?

Yelena tilts her neck. The beak also leaned tightly with his neck.

"People's footsteps all have their own personalities. When I judge people, enough to hear footsteps first. And he has a particularly strong personality. Is it closer to saying that, unlike us, than to say? Anyway, if he's walking, you can recognize him if he's about the size of this camp, and saying he can't hear you means he's not walking."

""... wow ""

Alfred and Yelena leaked words of admiration.

"No, instead I don't know the paleness of the sky. This is not the right thing to do."

Orpheus said with a troubled face. I'm sure he got himself now at the end of an interminable endeavor. It wouldn't be understandable to the rest of us, such as how much hard it took to get who I am now. It is arrogance that bothers me that I understand.

He got super sensation as an alternative to the eye, but the real hope is that the sky is more than that, but I want to see the ocean, the colors that overflow the world. Is it the arrogance of the beholder who feels that way again?

"... oh, apparently I had a voice. This way."

"Oh, I can pick up my voice extensively, too."

"... that would normally make your voice more distinctive and loud, wouldn't it?

What are you taking for granted? Orpheus tilts his neck with a look like this one. Sure, it's a natural story, but the thought of saying that the supersensory world is special has clouded me a lot. He was an Alfred boy who felt a little embarrassed.

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"... er, this guy you know from Orpheus?

Stunning Alfred and Yelena. At the end of their gaze, a man who was so swollen that his face did not retain its original shape was falling asleep on the rug. I don't care how you look at it, I'm an injured person. I have suffered more serious injuries than any more.

"Ohhhh?

"Yeah, yeah. Long time no see, Mr. Raul."

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh"

There was so much difficulty with the living tongue that the conversation could not be concluded. I guess I won't be able to open my mouth.

"I'm a mess."

"Sounds like it."

"Is this man strong?

A word poking Yelena's certainty pierced Orpheus and the Raul in front of him. Raul, whose neck was dripping, seemed to be losing confidence as much as he could. Orpheus, which was a favorite battle, also feels indirectly bumpy.

"Strong, to the same extent as the two of them."

It was the young man with long jade hair that suddenly appeared behind the three. He had a slightly safer look with his eyes, but the original shape was so soft and gentle that it gave relief to the viewer after offsetting it.

"Heh heh!

"It's Cress. Nice to meet you three strange people."

I'm very impressed with your desire to shake hands. I shook hands with Orpheus, Yelena, and next thing I know, I just thought it was Alfred's turn.

(That?)

"Oh, I'm sorry. I really don't like people who hide their faces in masks."

"My face is hidden too"

"... Well, when they say that, I don't have a clear answer myself, but somehow my nose, you know. I'm saying I don't like you."

Alfred can't hide his shock at the rejection in his first meeting.

"Never mind. I'm in the mood."

It's the delicate Alfred your saga that you can't care less about.

"Does Mr. Cress know how this happened to Mr. Raul?

The man who names himself Cress for the Orpheus inquiry agrees.

"He was the only one in this group who got to the right answer. They were all obsessed with a single, well-hidden muscle and fitted in exactly. But, you know, he was the only one there who realized he was single, and they broke in from the loophole that Dawn End had overlooked, and was repelled."

The three of them tilt their necks. I don't understand why he was repelled when it's the path Dawn End missed.

"The question is the most. I'm surprised, too. He stomped that if he could even take the back, he could pin down Garm, the leader of Dawn End and a former Black Mercenary Corps executive. But in his emblematic hand there was a wall separate from the main body. The same martial arts user as him, the man with the energy."

Alfred had a stunned look on his face. I'm surprised in multiple ways that one of the enemies has a power usage, that he knows how to use that power, and that the man who swelled his face in front of him is a power usage, and that Cress knows how to power.

"Once upon a time, I heard someone I knew fought the use of energy. I was just listening. More than that, you know that, too. Or can you use it?

Cress' eyes narrow thinly.

"Because you have unique footsteps, too."

The owner of a super sensory resemblance to Orpheus. I'm not just a good guy.

"Well, I don't care what you guys do. Because my purpose is only to stop the other monster."

"Another monster, the enemy who embedded the main unit, is Mr. Cress's opponent," you said.

"You will. It's not about fighting him. Madness is contagious. No one, no matter how sweet, can resist the infected madness. Once mad, the captivity of madness until death. If you don't want to be, you better stay away from me. To the ghost of Ostberg, the fallen eagle,"

There was a strong readiness on Cress's face. A sword at the waist, a force in the hand that touches it there.

"Fallen Eagle, Lester von Falke"

A knight of madness that everyone knows about samurai. A man who everyone was supposed to aspire to the future and assume the future of the corner of the Seven Kingdoms. A demon swallowed by madness with the collapse of his country and off the path of man. Every time it is smashed, it becomes alien, it increases its power, and it continues to this day.

"If there are those who surround it... there are equally fallen knights"

Alfred remembers the day of his travels. The last ghosts I encountered. Ostberg boasts a pitch-black heavy-duty cavalry. Perhaps they are also lined up with eagles in another land.

"I see warriors who pride themselves on the arms of life with wars rallied from Valhall, Estado and the nations of the world. In addition to being the ghost of Ostberg, many of them could certainly have been overwhelmed by the people here in the first place."

The arms stand but the actual killing is inexperienced. Alfred knew the difference well too. Surely there may be a shortage of those who are here to deal with those who are good at their place. It can't be measured by a simple difference in power, and if you've been danced to measures, you can snort a great loss.

"Oh, and we don't have time for this."

Release words toward the three as if Cress remembered.

"Estard and Valhall moved out at the same time. Both will be attacking Dawn End in a few days. Then, well, that's it."

Finally a big country that moved out.

"What is Mr. Cress going to do?

"What do you do when you hear that?

"If there's anything I can do to help, I'd like to help."

And the Alfreds move out, too. Alfred smiles with a glittering grin, a mask that says grin. The sacrificial art I learned when I was a merchant. How long has it been since I started living with all the pre-construction and all the masks? Still, this is useful.

For all those who live in the world of men put together masks. Is it a joke or a sad story to go up there the better with that treatment? Tragedy or comedy?

"Strong, us."

Sell yourself in. I don't know, father conceded way of life.

"Okay. Let's change the place a little bit."

"Thank you"

"Well, I guess I'm not going to like you."

"That's too bad."

Once you wear a mask, it won't shake a bit or softly. Earlier, Alfred was smiling at it as if it were a lie that was in shock. That part reminds me of an unpleasant memory behind Cress's brain. Being that was only a disaster to itself.

White knight, take William Lewis.

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"Excuse me. Ivan Bursiek."

The place where Cres brought him was the camp of El Touré, in its deepest depths.

"Is that you? I wonder if you've come to tell me even one of your dislikes."

"El Touré's vigilante, it's a boring thing to say to you, one of its top men."

"... So what can I do for you? What do you want me to do with us who ignore your advice, attack you, and have been duly repelled?

"Make a contribution."

"... you think you can adopt the measures of the unidentified?

"I guess you can't. But listen, I can get you to adopt it as your proposal."

"What's in it for you?

"I want to end the negative chain. That's all, Lord Ivan."

Cress' gaze was straight. No shaking whatsoever. Ivan and one of Junying, who is being asked to look to the future in Nederks. He graduated from the Academy of Fine Arts at the head of the year, where it was difficult to even enter outside the nobility. Except for the special case (such as Claude), he is also an English genius sent to El Touré to learn the latest military law from the story of the first chief from the city well, whose head is also crisp.

Even that El Touré showed up at the top of his head and rose to the head of the six vigilantes. It is also rumored that they will return to their country and be entrusted with the corner of the Trinity.

That's why, even if there was cloudiness in that sloth, you have to ask. How should you move yourself in this situation with no light in sight? I don't care how many choices I have to make in order to pick it up.

"I can't even promise to hire"

"Whatever."

Ivan's silence led him to decide that he would listen to the measures and Kress began to talk. The military placement, where to attack, wasn't a long story. Because...

"... the exact same as the last time we lost," he said. Are you kidding me? "

"No. It's like a different time. Estaard, Valhall moves out and strikes in the same way as he does where he is. I dare you, just as I did when I lost. We will use our last defeat, we will use our surroundings, we will use everything, we will collect aircraft, but we will win the battle."

Alfred was more surprised than anyone by Cress's dedication than he was by the silence behind him. It's as if it's not the best I had in mind, but perhaps his way pokes at the void better. If you poke at the desk successfully, your hand may be stronger than the best that slows it down.

But if you missed your chance...

"If you take your desk off, doesn't everything turn into blisters?

"Rest assured. I'm not taking it off."

There is still no sway in Cress's eyes. There was unspeakable persuasion in that sleigh filled with confidence. Feels like you want to believe beyond reason.

This feeling - somewhere.

"You're confident. Nevertheless, do I have to bet on it more than I have no hands? That's a good way to attack a big frame. How about that monster? If you end up using that narrow route, you defeat that monster, Lester von Falke, and you have no chance."

"... there's me and these guys will take it"

"... unlike earlier measures, I don't seem a little confident."

"Well, I don't count on these guys' strength as much as my sense of smell. Besides, you're not that likely to bump into Lester. I told you, look at the desk."

Cress is not lying. It would be quite unlikely to bump into Lester if it were a battle for all four. It will be put on two forces that are stronger than the army of El Touré. However, Cress herself was not willing to turn Lester around.

"... let me consult with the others"

"Naturally. The decision by consensus is El Touré."

Kress didn't push any further. I knew I didn't have to push it.

Push pull, and so is that rush, but things like the gravitational pull that attract the person he clung to. Alfred was interested in his own power. The power that the Father possesses, that many of our forefathers possess, and that we are not yet equipped for our own young people.

Experience, track record, the confidence with which they are at the core.

I guess he'll find out again in action, too. I know, I'm here because I survived.