Tower of Karma

NederksKing's capital, Nederdam. There is a royal palace in this country in the heart of what was once a superpower, a luxurious city. In the royal palace, brilliantly filled with gold and silver, jewellery and colorful glass, its centre was surprisingly underground.

Sitting on a round table that's not that big is more than a marquis in the Nederks, among them an extremely handful of top-of-the-tops in military finances.

Most situated on the upper seat is King Kunlat of Nederks.

Using him as a starting point, the heavy towns of this country are lined up.

"The facial stripping incident that's been making noise in the alley lately, is the killer's eye still open?

"There are already eighteen victims and ten dead. I think we should lead the case to a solution as soon as possible, but the killer doesn't seem to let us grab his tail either."

"This is the kind of incident that happens because the Three Kings are sloppy!

"Young, I'm sure they're being licked"

"But I don't have a replacement."

"But..."

The hustle and bustle, would this happen in the end, Kunlat had an inner sigh. It used to be the supreme meeting where I changed face a lot, but no matter how much I replace it, I can't help but think that I'm bored by the young self at a meeting where the old people are aligned with geese necks.

Yeah, do this. I'm not giving you any specific ideas.

Is the world that they see already too old?

"Well, it would be a trivial thing. You can leave the matter to the martial arts officers."

"Indeed."

"You must be."

It is also from their point of view that more than thirty casualties are said to be trivial.

"Did you say something about the current state of Nederks' young talent scattered, Duke of Marlten?"

"Do you have any complaints, Marquis Callis?"

A little fat man stares at an old man.

"You can't be complaining as someone who knows the scene."

"There's a doctor's affair. You're as incomprehensible as ever, you are."

"It's not like His Excellency, who was still sitting in this chair at the time, doesn't know what happened to those who wore power in Kasas. And why I was given a chair here."

"... your mouth is the source of evil."

"I know. So here we are."

The little fat duke, Marten, snarls his nose and takes his gaze off. A skilled physician and marquis who bows his head respectfully, Callis silently declares to look around and speak.

"Your Majesty, it's common ground of those being targeted, but my men reported that everything that was stripped of their faces was blonde blue-eyed. The same goes for the patients I see in person."

"Blonde blue-eyed, otherwise?

"No. We didn't see any common denominator of origin, background, age, gender, etc."

"Just hair and eyes, huh? I don't know why."

Kunlat puts his head on. Blonde blue-eyed, not many have that characteristic in this country. Callis and Marlten and others share similar characteristics on this occasion. It's not unusual.

Therefore, the mystery only deepens.

"It would be Schauhausen when it comes to blonde blue eyes"

Marlten spills pompous.

"It is indeed Master Schauhausen."

"But what's the point in that?

I opened my mouth thoughtfully, but in the end we all closed our mouths uniquely without putting anything together.

"Well, it could be a case brought up by a bunch of new Nederks or something. Paint the legend with mud and denigrate it, a crappy new era and a palliative measure that won't let it. With that kid, it would be the kind of hand I would use."

"... you're talking about Rudolph, Duke"

Kunlat narrowed his eyes. But there's no sign of swaying to Marlten.

"God willing traitor, let it be, Your Majesty"

A man nearby pressed Kunlat to stand up.

"What mouth are you talking about?"

"You're out of your mind, Your Majesty. The generation I gave to God's favor on this occasion is at best about Marquis Callis. Then, at the time, he was a young man. All those who did not deserve to open their mouths died. If you're going to blame the blood of a sinful thing, which mouth is that, right?

"My Lord Duke! You're overmouthing me!

"Shut up, Your Majesty. Your hipster wipes! Who allowed you to speak without a chair!

"... ugh."

"Let it be true that your mouth is too much, my lord"

"Well, you were the hipster, too, Callis. How's the chair sitting you got from selling the statesman? I don't recognize you. What a new era, crap!

Callis watched the fierce marten with cold eyes. None of the other nobles follow just as well. Oh, and after the supreme meeting that the raw man was giving the width was already switched. More than half of it looks like this, Kunlat's, breath of the White King.

The current situation, which was forcibly dismantled by the White King and replaced with a neck insertion. No matter how powerful the martens are, they can no longer push through the impossible. However, the same can be said of Kunlat with a collar.

(After all, I still don't have the power to bite the White King in this country)

The new era is not a single rock either. Rather, it was the new era that fell apart. One or two people can be called one another in the true sense of the word for Kunlat. Are the others pro-Arcadians or remnants of old times like Marten? Either way, Kunlat has no power.

The man nearby sighs. This is the status quo, this country is still at night.

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"Run, Hannah!

The scream of a man is also empty and the samurai with blonde blue eyes, Hannah's spear pokes at the void.

"Ah."

A monster with a poke waves his favorite sickle. A beautiful girl's face was stripped, along with a distasteful sound. An instant, instant event.

"No, no, no, no, no!

Girl beaten and collapsed by pain and a lost face reality.

"You!

A monster who took away her face, a companion who spent time with her at the Academy of Arts and a woman who was dear to a man. I wave top spears in my generation that I will never forgive.

Poke, pay, poke.

High level combination. The spear roars like a fiery fire.

But...

"Fine, look, ah. This look is fantastic! It's artistic, so beautiful!

The monster keeps flirting without seeing the spear. The stunning view was of Hannah, the facial skin I had just taken away.

"Ko, when!?

The man distorted his face to the fact that he wasn't even in sight. I have a lot of confidence in my spear. There was one in his generation, a guy who was unplanned, but other than that, he was top notch, no, he had the pride that he was the spear man that followed him.

And it's supposed to be that much spear.

"Woohoo, beautiful y!

On a man's spear, the monster stands.

The man was staring at the monster with the eyes of an incredible thing. My own appearance, perhaps this was someone's thing too, stripping it off and sticking a stripped face to the face of a raunchy monster.

For a moment, the man really felt as if Hannah was there.

"You're not beautiful."

Unmade, the man's neck flies lightly.

Hannah's screams echoed the night's Nederdam.

But you lost interest in stripping her of her appearance. The monster wasn't even looking at Hannah, and she was touching Petapeta and her new face. Take it back to your nest and take care of it. Because if you don't process it to make it last, your favorite skin will quickly become useless.

I'm not interested in it being over. I'm not even interested in finished stuff.

"Is that Hannah!?

Hear the noise, one man shows up on stage.

"Ivan! Yonathan! Yonathan!"

This man also has blonde blue eyes again.

"... Has Jonathan passed away? Even so many users..."

It was more beautiful than anything. Hence...

"Look, do you have a minute?

The monster was interested. Because it's beautiful and I want it.

- I'm sorry.

Bachi, the monster who has stuffed the distance in one step uses three steps to take a big distance. One of the spears of the man who showed up here made me feel dangerous.

"My friend's revenge, let me take it. This Ivan Bruschik."

The spear, the thunder.

"... beautiful."

Of the monster, Hannah's appearance laughs distortedly.

"You're ugly, monster."

A face-peeling monster clashes with young genius Ivan making a scene in Nederdam in the dark night.