Tower of Karma

The families of Campeador, a martial family that connects houses near the Royal Palace of El Reed. At that corner was the mansion where 'Rigorous' Theo Sid Campeador was once the head of the family. Currently the head of this mansion is Zena Sid Campeador, whose residence was in the middle of the vast mansion.

Alfred reaches her mansion with guidance from Xena's men.

I did.

"What, this?

I had lost my word about it unusually.

"Cheer up indeed. It is intolerable to transform this into a mansion filled with memories of us and Master Theo. But the parents blame us, Master Xena."

There was no power in the eyes of my men who vomited regrettable words.

"Thin red, no, something more, peaches, right, peaches. Apple-like fruit from the East. I've never eaten it, but I've seen it in pictures."

"Yes, it's Xena's favorite, and peach is Xena's favorite color."

"Oh, my God."

Pale and beautiful colors of peaches seen in painting. I remembered it because it was beautiful, but Alfred wars that painting it on one side of the wall would make it such a different sight.

"I managed to stop the second generation from including this color in our uniform, but I couldn't even stop the second generation if it was everyday life."

"Hard work, aren't you?"

"I'm a good man worth serving, because I have a unique taste"

Alfred salivates in front of more intimidating buildings than Tularn once saw. More vicious pressure than Lüschan, more vicious than Lionel, in a sense, Lester. I couldn't stop trembling at the sight of trying to destroy the sensibility itself.

"I'm coming in!

"... go ahead"

Alfred steps into a peachy demon cave in a temper.

I don't know what lies ahead.

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"Yummy."

"Right. Xena made it."

"Confectionery, just"

"Hmm. Little birdie made me a good kid"

The sight Alfred witnessed was shocking in a way.

"Ah, Al."

"Hey."

At the end of Alfred's gaze, desperately twisting out his words, he was Yelena's figure cheeking sweets while knee-pillowing Xena, who boasted a huge body. I was stroking Xena's head on her knees okay and Xena was falling asleep feeling good again.

"Want some Al too?

"Yes, is that okay?

"Xena made it! Praise and praise."

"Shh, that's amazing"

"Here's your little birdie friend"

Sit where Xena points. Take a bite of sweets.

"Mmm, delicious"

"Right -"

The mummification becomes mummified. That's not what I'm talking about, but in an instant, Alfred gets taken in by her worldview. A hobby that doesn't match your body. Cute shaped stuffed animal sloppy in a peach room. Here's the space she gathered to collect things she thinks are cute.

Anyway, it was unique.

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An arc appeared to Zeno, a man connected to a shop with a pair of pants.

"... we need to talk"

"Lord Ark. This isn't a very good place to keep a secret. Royal Palace, I don't know where or what kind of ears you have."

"I don't mind. I hope she doesn't ask me."

Ark's eyes didn't have the usual teasing colors.

Zeno notices it and narrows his gaze.

"What made you take a needle north?

"Mm-hmm. That's before it's a bad time."

"It would rather be an excellent opportunity if it meant social studies. It must have been a raw war, a difficult experience in the Pacific world, whether in a different way than this one on the front side. That one at Dawn End is only a pseudo-battlefield, different in texture from the real one again. So it made sense."

"Let us have the eyes of the White King."

"Even if it did, I wouldn't have the muscle to say anything to Estaard. A prince who is no longer on his own voluntarily volunteers and spreads his life. I don't know if I can observe that, and I have no reason to blame Estaard for observing it. I don't know if I was a prince or anything, if I ran out of words like that, the story would be punished. How can you afford to lose so much to a geographically remote estard?

"But not zero"

"Not zero, but not enough not to use that power. I should have understood enough on the road so far. She became strong. It would be to show strength without undue shortage, even in action, than to abandon hesitation. If you can reduce your army's losses slightly, there are reasons to put them into your account, such as the risks that are not enough to take. I don't have to think about it to get in and use it on my side."

"... it"

Zeno's loss at the point of starvation. Sigh Zeno.

"I was going to get through the momentum, but that's right, I see where I should see it"

"I'm not going to leave if I say a word. I understand the surrounding situation. On top of that, I have now made this a place to speak. Don't risk your own sun, your own stupidity."

Nothing ahead of Ark turning a blind eye. But the Knight King did not miss the fact that there were assassins lurking in places that were blind spots, behind tapestries, and in other huts.

"Old lady girl, it would be the life of a second generation, but pull your hand. Hundred fights in belly art, it won't be a battle in a knight king opponent who looks to the future. It probably shouldn't be any worse than targeting a gap in the boy's absence. It's more foolish to strike the opponent in the wrong hands. Our Estado knows better than anyone in this Lawrencia that the name of the Knight King is not Dade!

"Don't be too rhetorical"

"My father, Laro, many Campeador, could not let me do anything. No measure, no ingenuity, did not function effectively at all, and much of the country was ravaged by inferior Garnian forces with their troops. Only one bad hand, if you haven't taken the option to fight the fierce sun, there's no estard today. It's what my father used to tell me. My ambition was crushed by Garnia with a good enemy I had never met."

"I am more of a fool than I could have avoided just one of them. It's a buyout."

Xeno's words make the signs disappear. Now Zeno's allied faction in the Royal Palace takes a hands-on form. I don't know the enemy's movements, but only on this occasion, they're unlikely to get their hands on me. They also know. He said we shouldn't poke a gazelle called Garnia.

Because the more one desires the former Wu Nation, the Estado, the more the Knight King is an abomination.

"Before we get to the point, how likely are we to see the future through the eyes of the Knight King?

"You're an out-of-the-box obsession while you say you don't know the myth."

"There's no way that that army can break through my measures if it's not an eye that cuts through the future. This is also my father's word. Sounds arrogant..."

"It is a fact. That battlefield is a surprise. A lot of lights go out where I'm not assuming at all. There was no better way to beat the stone bridge."

"... then?

"We don't see the future. I just see a man's life, that flame. The size, shape, colour flavor of the flame, I have been able to read it quite a bit for years, but only heavenly destiny can be guessed with certainty. And it's too much for people."

"My father was right to speculate. Still, my father wouldn't have been convinced. One more question, after listening to what I have just said. Why did you leave the country with so much power?

Ark laughs bitterly at Zeno's question.

"You have a lot of questions before the point. The king should be equal. For everyone, even flesh parents. Let Apollonia and Medraut leave, let them hold the sword that is not true aptitude, and point the way at their ally Votigan to keep that child alive. At the end of the day it was what he also wanted, but it was nevertheless true that he made the road bend for it. All to keep the child alive for a long time, for which I have bent many paths. Do you really think a man like that deserves to be king enough?

There was deep remorse in Ark's eyes. So desperate that Zeno turns a blind eye.

That people will know first. It also means that the eye must lighten the choice and take responsibility for the consequences that result from the choice.

"It's still a sight to behold, Ark. Fools and smoke are what I often say I like to be high. '

"... Votigan?"

"Show me how to use my life. The great Father, the hater who slaughtered the Great Votigan, with his eyes, let me use my heavenly destiny to connect the future, if rotten or knightly king!

Once, when he was a young man who didn't know what that meant, Ark was both a good enemy and a lover, telling heavenly destiny in play to a man who was an ally. Vortigan remembered that Ark himself had forgotten so much. Another option arises in the distant future as a result of the choice of teaching.

'… go straight in the direction I point you in. So, that kid...'

"I got it. Hey, it's Ark. Without those eyes, maybe me and you would have had a slightly different future. Sometimes, I feel like I'm throwing up when I'm next to you."

Votigan died that day even if Ark didn't say so. But Votigan looked for Arc to make the most of it because he was telling him, and he asked for a choice.

There was also a way to keep Votigan alive if you told him a lie. If he did that, he wouldn't have allowed Arc in his lifetime, but he could have chosen. Yes, this eye was something that, in lightening the choice, indirectly forced me to take responsibility for the choice.

Behind the final war, of the sins committed by Ark, a chip.

"You've been talking too much, I won't tell you to forget, but I'm not going to go on"

How to know the incomplete future. I want enough hands out of my throat, even if it's not Zeno, but at the same time I feel horrible. Fearing that so many men would continue to make choices, he fled being king. I also hated being in the herd, going west and east, without engaging with the mighty, I had no choice but to live.

Zeno can only imagine the despair of knowing and seeing. But I still feel like knowing. If you say that, you won't see the arc of favor. It was a confession because I believed I would pull my hand if I wasn't as stupid as I wanted.

Otherwise...

"So let's get back to it."

"Mm-hmm. Then I'll ask you straight in. Either you have something you don't want to show to the south, or you have a reason to want your feet pointed to the north?

"... I don't suppose you're willing to be"

Peeping into Ark's eyes, the cold he usually hides, Zeno gave up winding up in smoke.

"It's the latter. Now, you know that sparks are smoking in the land from the uproar between Vike and Valhall."

"The prince of Valhall bought Vike a fight."

"Yeah, he sank the ship, chased it, fled to Garnia. The beginning and end of heavenly lions are driven out to rub off that spark. Besides, we might be able to make contact with Vike's main unit. Unknown. We believe it will take a little longer to rub it off."

"And do you want to hit that kid?

"No. Not there. The Vike thing will fit where it takes time but should eventually fit in. If we completely seal off the land, they'll all have to turn up the sound too, and it can't be a threat as a scale anywhere."

"... then?

"The uproar of Vike, hidden in its shadows, makes the clouds of Nederks suspicious. The second generation believes that the darkness, the confusion that the country has potentially held, will be multiplied by the movement."

"Darkness of Nedeluxe...... well, I see"

Ark nods in the wind that the point has been made.

"Both sides, patriots. The problem is therefore deep-rooted and the grooves are difficult to fill"

"I heard Arcadia cleaned it pretty good?

"The history of that country won't be so thin that everything can be handled with it. Rather, it is the last corner that remains that is most likely the most troublesome and cunning enemy"

"... why would Estaard be involved? The inner rim will be where you want it."

Zeno stares straight at Ark, even as he grins bitterly.

"In a world of war, many warriors were needed and born. In the Pacific world, many warriors were truncated because they no longer needed them. I just had to cut it off. On top of that sacrifice, the world of the Pacific is now made up. Then at least keep it. I don't know what they died for. The spark will be rubbed off, with any hand, and I'll reward you for your sacrifice!

As a samurai and warrior, he grew up as a general, which is why his love for the warriors is profound. Still, at times, we cannot take the path to take advantage of it against the currents of the world. When the first generation chose the second generation, when the second set out its current policy, Estard cut the rudder.

Now, when the world of war comes, they will not return. If you want to retreat from the world but save it, you do it all the time. It was the nascent Estado that decided not to do it.

"Now, if the fire is in the pre-spreading phase, it will help even a few. But there is no way we can get our hands on it, which is Estado. Rather, it could even be good for the enemy."

"Hence us,"

"It will."

Xeno drinks crisps and noodles.

I am sure that if it is Alfred's thought pattern, a sense of balance, we will not accept the ideas of the old times. He can convince you. It is possible to give a reason to head north. But I can't read the arc. We haven't even shown one of our sincerity to this point.

Therefore, this exposure is close to betting.

"I hope so."

"Heh? Isn't it light?

"I just wanted to know why I was heading north. I thought either was fine from the start. Neither changes the momentum of fire. Whether it's another learning, I don't care if you have the same level of trials available. Rather, I heard the truth, and thought it would be better there. Sir's trick, I'll ride. I don't know how she's gonna make that choice."

"... all on the palm of my hand."

"More than the back of a tortoise, it is. Gahh."

Arc leaving refreshed. I can't see my back in the cage, but I guess it looks big when I look at it, Zeno thought. The monster who tormented my father. Zeno smiles at its size.

"Same size, huh? Even the darkness that nests the Nederks is only a stepping stone for that boy, he said. I see, Kuku, sure, something I don't want to know, the future, etc."

Just one end, now Zeno knows.

Yesterday, another Nedeluxe that was bothering Zeno's head. Even that is a trial for Alfred, and if he is only learning, his point of arrival could well exceed his assumptions. No, I'm in the mood for the future.

I think Zeno should not bear this violence, whether he can endure himself by fulfilling it or at the time he thinks so. This is also a learning given by the Knight King, Xeno thought, and he still changed his mind that he was pale, with a bitter grin.