Tower of Karma

A line pointing north stopped at a certain city. The city, once Nederx territory, still retains its colour. In addition, there was also a glimpse of a richer atmosphere than on the south side. All the inhabitants are somewhat relaxed and the room is clear.

Dine with the Arks as usual, confirm plans for tomorrow, and then disband to each room. Alfred left the room a little later and rolled out to the city at night.

The somewhat harsh atmosphere reminds me of Arkas.

Let's swing to the city. Upward orientation. My heartburning desires often appear in the darkness at night.

"... of the nobility, the mansion? That's a trick, I guess."

Alfred peeks out of the shadows of the building at the place Zeno describes.

It is not a street with few people. Ladies in glossy costumes and gentlemen in crisp outfits. Speaking to the guard as he colludes, he goes straight inside. Many pass by, and there is no suspicious gaze. Extremely natural everyday landscape.

"A higher percentage of them wear masks, maybe, as a trend"

Some go cheerfully with their bare faces.

There was no dark atmosphere behind them. That's why Alfred got a little relieved. I should have strained my thoughts a little.

The brightness, the absence of evil...

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The boy dressed as a masked knight passes the word to the guard to the place of choice.

"- Huh!?

Alfred was out of his mind. For the sight that spreads in front of you.

The sight I once saw on the south side of Estado that I thought was ugly, that was just too tolerated to kill me as a result of going too far. Killing is not the purpose. Regardless, there was a verse in which the result was required, but it is not the same sight that is now spreading in front of us.

This is the result from the beginning, it can kill and the entertainment is hit.

Until earlier, a gladiator crunch who lost one arm played a 'show' in which he cut and killed his family taken by the debt cat with his own hands. Kill, kill, kill, stay together. The audience stands in a tone of support. I cried and gave my wife to a gladiator who slashed and abandoned her children and suddenly lost herself: "Well done!" "Art!" "Fantastic!" and there was no evil in their eyes to speak out of view.

It was so distorted that it made me nauseous.

The man who killed his family to live. You look like the rest of the cuss. Giroli. For a moment, Alfred and the man's gaze got tangled. The only thing is that he overreacted to Alfred's eye, which has a general feeling, regardless of what makes it normal and normal in this setting.

"You saw that? What's wrong!? What's wrong with wanting to live, slashing your family away and wanting to live even!? I'm not bad. I'm sorry I lost my arm. Bad because your opponent was a lousy piece of shit then. I lost my arm. Bad society that didn't support me. I'm sorry about the family that took me for a useless scum. Everything's bad except me!

Resentment. I guess that's exactly what it was.

Self-preservation, unscrupulous justification drove him crazy.

"Then we move on to the next show. The man who slaughtered and killed his family and got the right to live will next fight to pay off his debts"

"... wait, wait, wait! We're not talking about this! Now I'm forgiven."

While he was defending himself, the man clogged his voice unusually appearing from behind the cage.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Scratch it! Applause to the brave gladiator confronting the fierce cannibal tiger! You will surely show us a spectacular battle in our hearts!

A beast with the smell of blood. I know because I have experience, Alfred. It was taught to the point where we couldn't turn back, it was a mechanism to kill.

"Yes, no, no, no, no. I don't want to die. I don't want to die. I don't want to die. Somebody, somebody help me! Anyone can do it! I need your help!

tiger stuffing between the sleigh and the Alfred unwittingly seems to pinch his mouth at the figure of a man who distances himself from escaping his place and desperately clings to the fence and begs for life.

"Stop it. You deserve it."

What stopped that Alfred was a man in a black-crushed mask all over his body. I could tell from the voice colour that he was a man, although he didn't even know his shape.

I can't read anything else.

"I sold my family to Kata in debt. Note that the guy kept on in debt. As a result, I just fell where I should have fallen. I'll be back where I survived anyway. Scum is nothing but scum."

"But the more they kill me like that..."

"Is there a way to help?

"Oh, that's"

"Then it would be wise to keep quiet."

Question with the black-clad man. A live way to fit this place that hasn't come out yet.

"Takeshi Takeshi Takeshi Takeshi -"

First they eat a thousand legs and get cut off.

"Stop, come on, blood, mine, no"

Another leg next. The man who's falling off is his own blood. He falls all over the place.

I rarely wield my sword when I do it, but I just let the tiger scratch me, and in return my arms torn to bits with my nails lose their senses and spill my sword. The only man who loses his business tools raises a mixed voice with pleading and screaming.

But it naturally doesn't sound like a tiger.

And it didn't sound like anything to the audience on this occasion either.

"... oh, no"

"Have you come without knowing? I see you've been set up by a prank boy, Golden Knight."

"Huh!?

Alfred reveals his vigilance to a man who realizes who he is. The mask is not what I usually use. I couldn't prepare a wig, but blonde hair is not uncommon.

"The people here are scumbags, but they're not stupid. I have noticed from the outset that the heterologous molecules are intermingled, etc. They seem to have developed a sense of smell that sniffs and divides their kind with them. This is a joke, this is where we laugh."

"... people are dying."

"Stop pretending to be nice. You, you may not have noticed it yourself, but the moment that man slaughtered his family, he was the eye that finished the ordination. That's why the man reacted to that. Not in the eyes of a rare beast, but in the sight of a guilty man."

The scream disappears.

"What if I'm watching a scum die? The scenery Zeno wanted to show you was around."

"Even about Mr. Zeno!?

"If you go around many cities with Zeno, it will also be rumours. That's more important to Estard than Elvira right now. And now that's the shield that protects you, Just shut up and look around. Remember and chew the colour of your eyes, the face that floats there."

"Around -"

Miserable sight. What you're looking at is supposed to be a tragedy.

Yet they are laughing. Happily, he laughed with satisfaction that it was an interesting spectacle, whoo-hoo, whispering alcohol. To that gap, Alfred is about to throw up. What kind of a way of life can a person be?

"An ancient aristocratic preference, its extension. They don't consider anything other than nobility homogeneous. Because I look down from the bottom of my heart, a rare beast died playing, that's all I see. Put some clichés and tragedies in there, too. Look over there, the beautiful woman is crying all the time. You know what I mean? It's crying on my muscles."

"Not against the fact that a man is dead."

"For them, this is the only place to see a little dramatic theatre. The actors are not human. So you can do whatever you want. It doesn't matter where it is."

"... crazy"

"Really? It feels crazy to me to be unconditional and strong in mourning the deaths of others who are not friends. We'll change the riverbank, it's too conspicuous here."

"What?"

"He says hitting badly makes this city an enemy. The organizers here are the lords of this neighborhood, or administrators of this city. You know what that means."

"... let's get out"

Alfred and the blackened man left this place quietly.

At that time, a pleasant smile, the gaze of 'them', is sent to the rear of the two.

At the next moment, it was normal driving and I was waiting for my next act now or now.

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"I have to tell Mr. Ark."

"Don't move poorly. They don't have any more hands in the breadth than they have shields. If you move strangely, you will be seen as an intermediate and the shield will turn into a sword. You guys head north with nothing to eat. That's it."

"Well, so is that."

Alfred was in more confusion than I thought. Normally, what you are noticing or the head you are turning is not functioning properly. It was such a shock. I'm not hungry, I'm not thirsty, that's what they're crazy about.

The aristocracy that was supposed to be filled was the craziest.

"Why, do they?

Alfred spills pompous.

"There are several reasons. The biggest reason is discrimination. There's no question about that. Iron recognition, of course. I guess the world is bored next. It's just entertainment. And the last one, the unconscious mounting act, that is, reinforcement of the biggest reason,"

"... you know what?"

"Well, now you understand?

"They have not been able to adapt to this era in the present, filled but true sense. We cannot produce anything, we can only ascribe it to the status that our ancestors built. So, yeah, you do and you check. With the look of a pathetic rare beast, he said he was a different creature."

"... Zeno will love it."

Alfred sees a starry sky blocked by clouds with thin cold thoughts.

I thought I should fill it up. The world is distorted because of hunger and thirst.

But it doesn't seem like they just have to fill it up.

I felt 'the road' was a long way off.

"In the end, they're weak. Because of the phony. You're a bunch of fake lights."

"Is that the light? There is no measure of reaching out to the sun, just comfort yourself with a nearby outer light. Discrimination is immutable for them, and that certainty is the beacon of hope."

"It's scum, isn't it?

"Yeah, really. A parasite that does not take advantage of the advantages given to itself and just stalls. There is too much waste in this world. It's not beautiful."

The blackened man smiled a little when he saw Alfred grinding his teeth.

"Oh those people are in every country. These types of 'entertainment' are found in every country."

"If people are potentially anxious, even if it's good now, people go crazy"

"Even if that's what you deserve for the comic living result."

I thought it was the royal road to bottom up society and rescue the weak. If it's a world where everyone can eat bread, I'm sure there's a future ahead like living in that North.

But reality is still filled and frightened tomorrow.

The line my father spoke of when he came to the throne now comes to mind.

"Make this world a paradise. Let the world be given equality one day. A world where everyone is not crazy and everyone is filled. Slaves and nobles have nothing to do with it. Aim for a world where everything enjoys happiness. People, you don't have to give up. I don't even spoil it. I'll lead this way. Now it is only a crossing point, such as satisfaction, such as the happiness we enjoy. To higher heights, to the satisfaction of the king so much that the nobles spit out the happiness that the citizens, the peasants, the slaves, the enjoyment so much that I fill them. A thousand years from now, the world will know. Ten thousand years later, that is the norm. There is no compromise ahead of my aim. I won't let you compromise. This Lawrencia, it's my hegemony to fill everything!

If we don't get this far, we won't be saved.

My father understood that we had to get this far.

Because man is a foolish and ugly creature.

(Not just now. A world that guarantees to the future...... how far and how unhealthy. Can that be said to be alive? I don't know, Father. That much. Do these scumbags deserve relief? I don't think so. I'm not nice enough)

The black-clad man looked sideways.

Let one king make further changes with a new perspective.

(I would use them to take advantage of beautiful things. That's how I make it work. Any scumbag who does that and isn't even worth using, you just have to make a mistake. Because it's only in vain to give a seat to a guy who can't even make the least effort)

The basic paths are white and gold, both the same. to keep a person's position somewhat fluid. Those who can go up, and those who cannot fall. Same goes for not saving the zero fallen.

Perhaps the two Kings Roads are almost overlapping.

The difference is the roots. The way to entrust hope to the future for redemption and to take the present to a higher order by ego. The result may be an equal end in their reign. But that's not true. William and Alfred are.

"... whoa, you've apparently been followed"

I'm sure William would be happy to be king if he found out about Alfred's change.

"I thought you had a shield."

I'm not the same person. Then you can't possibly find the same path.

"Must be a whimsical enemy"

I don't just want a copy. William thinks that the more things pile up in the future in any way, rather, the different things, the more they are worth piling up.

"I don't think I'm the only one after you."

Alfred finally began to move away from the correct answer of the White King.

"Let's cut through this together, golden knight. What, ten kills a man. It's no big deal."

On top of that, he also wants to innovate by his path.

"Do you want to turn the city against the enemy?

The path will lead through now to tomorrow.

"I'll take that one. I have a trump card. As long as we make it through, we can rest in the inn and guarantee it until we travel with an elegant breakfast."

Then twelve minutes.

"There's something incredible about it, but, well, fine. Because it doesn't change what I do, and I was in the mood for a bit of a rampage."

Alfred's choice is to be welcomed by the White King.

"That's what..."

Because a real royal road has finally emerged, second only to itself.

"Did you say something?

That was what I wanted for the White King and for someone somewhere else.

"No, nothing"

Book of the night, in the dark night the king and his squire make the white blade brilliant.

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"... nothing really happened,"

Alfred took an early breakfast for three and just left.

As the black-clad man said, there was nothing left to be served except a sudden assault on that spot. It's all unconvincing, but it's not a bad thing to be hassle-free. I'm also lucky I didn't have to involve the two of you.

(And that guy, he was so strong. There's no waste, no sound, no sign of it. Use a shadowy sword. Plus, I use dark utensils cleverly, and I wonder if the invisible clothing of silhouettes is a small worker. It was a bit dull but functional)

In the end, the road remains mysterious for Alfred.

"After the next town it is finally the Black Forest, Schwarzbald"

…………

"Are you listening?

"Oh, no, I was listening. Schwartzbard, right, yes"

"Is it true? Fair enough, we're going over to the Nederks."

"Copy that!

Alfred having a loving laugh. Surprisingly see it arc.

Yelena, who is riding for two with Alfred behind it, spills pompously.

"Beyond Schwartzberg. I've never heard of Nederks."

In the end, as usual, it became a disturbing journey.

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"Ki, you know what you're doing!?

"... what?

"Wow, pointing fangs at us is the same as pointing fangs at Estado! I don't know who it is, but I need to turn the Seven Kingdoms into enemies and be safe."

When you see the face of a man in a luxurious outfit, he blues.

The black-clad man just took off his mask, and the mouth of the man who was all that rap stopped spinning. I understood it at a glance. If you are a person of the Estado, all the more so if you are them who are precious of old times, their name has great significance alongside the Campeador.

"Well, why you?"

"I don't mind sending salt to Estado now."

"Please wait. We do not recognize Campeador today. It should be on your side. Wouldn't you!? Dear Suns Ross, the Ross family is coming for us."

"You can't even be a fake, scumbag."

Sans Ross. The man so called broke a man for every extravagant outfit. The man who was the administrator of this city was not even allowed to be severed and scattered.

"I'm not interested in things."

Suns gently waved his sword, dropped his blood and put his sword in his sheath.

"What's the end?

Within the darkness of the night, Suns' The Guys' were taking control of this city. Without being distracted by the inhabitants, only the 'neck' was severed. The scumbags that are spreading through this city.

"Safe, traveled"

The same shadowy man as Suns shows up all the time.

"Right."

"But it looks like the route is coming east anyway. In the Black Forest as it is."

"... I think it's too early. I don't see if the Knight King is in a hurry, or if it's necessary on the way, well..."

The shadows keep coming together. They were those who served the House of Ross.

"Couldn't the servant Zeno even read through to the desolation of the Knight King? But this piece of paper, let me use it."

Zeno's prepared parchment. The Suns were plundering it with their sarcasm. The second time is only snakefoot, more than the king has already chosen.

Now, if it's that king, it's a matter of deduction.

"Now it's time for you to be real."

Suns laughs. Elvira didn't want the apex. It was a good thing to get on the stream made by the White Knight, to be located beneath it. It wasn't real. He wasn't the one to give the sword to. Just throw everything away for that. He's wandering.

My brother-in-law fulfilled his duties in the war against the Nederks. He decided above all that Sans Ross was unnecessary for those who did not aspire to heaven. And at the end of a long journey, I finally encountered the possibility.

After looking around the world, he is finally convinced. Signs I felt on the Arcadia side, something approaching me at Dawn End. And also, he approached yesterday.

"What will you do with the blonde wig and mask that was your destiny?

"It's an understatement. It's a waste of time to finish."

I got it ready from my men. Suns that I can take and wear.

"Zeno, let's do more than you want. This golden knight."

Sans Ross moves out after eating Zeno's information.

More than this, Estado rocks again.