Tower of Karma

The funeral was being performed with Silvi, still a mourner, in a state of relief. Young There were many who admired and respected her more than they knew, and far more attendees than expected. Those who grieve, those who spare, all with a sinister face, drop off the female jewel, Tirza La Gudier. Claude and others, colleagues, can't even find words to soil without force.

The importance of the foundations shown by Claude and the other three dignitaries. This brought together those who wanted to learn spears from all over for guidance from the Gudier family, and the dojo was regaining its former vibrancy.

It was coming.

"Would this not have happened if I had kept Silvi home?

"What if it's not like that, Dion?"

"Right. Exactly."

A short distance away Claude and Dion were sitting around.

"... scars, have you seen them?

"Oh, a beautiful piercing of the heart. That was a blow."

"The master was holding the spear. Even from the way he was falling, it probably came to pass. Well, we're stronger than that guy. But if I told you I could still finish with a blow, the answer would be no."

"... right. Was it a spike so fast that we couldn't intercept it in time?

"It would be such a beautiful wound with such a tremendous rush of speed."

"Sure. Oh, shit, I can't turn my head at all! What's wrong with me today?"

Silvi and Dion have some dating lengths, but simply didn't have much experience breaking up with loved ones. Claude has lived in a world where it is normal for friends and acquaintances to die since childhood. On top of that, she has also experienced the loss of a woman to replace her sister.

Thick to love, brittle parts, whatever, switching from loss was faster than any of the young Trinity. He would also have been the only one in the current situation keeping calm.

Knock Dion on the shoulder, Claude away from him. Think while walking.

(A monster who can be stopped with a single blow without even allowing himself to receive a master. There is no such person in Nederks. If it's made up of simple speed, that's the class of black wolves and all that. So, none of them seem to do that with the Bakemon that came to mind. It's blocked in all directions)

Even if he is calm though, Claude is not in charge of brains, and not so many hand bills.

(What does that have to do with the facial stripping case?

A case of dropping a dark shadow even on a dark cloudy Nedeluxe.

Coincidence, or...

(Oh, Luke.)

At the end of Claude's gaze was Luke Les Lintblum, the Lintblum family owner who was taking care of him. He was also a sinister face, but was arguing with the man next door if there was anything else that bothered him.

(We're talking next door... Duke of Marlten!? Why?)

Marten, a steep vanguard between Luke, a relatively pro-Kunlatian, and anti-Kunlatian. Luke, a martial arts man, would also be close to Tirza, but it was a little odd for Marten, a politician, to be here.

(Did you have intimacy? Well, the Gudiers are famous too. But why are you arguing? Oh, the Duke kept it on. I don't even know how those two relate.)

The duke leaves in heavy footsteps. Luke staring at its back.

Then King Kunlat appeared on this occasion, misplaced with the Duke, accompanied by his right-hand man and Marquis Kalis, a pro-Kunlat.

"... hmm"

Marlten nodded and left without a doubt.

"You're the same, Duke."

"I don't care if anyone has incompatible doctrinal claims. I have no choice."

Kunlat sees the serpent scorpion, but despises his men and turns his foot to Silvi, the bereavement. It was an act in which the virtues of Tirza could be seen rushing to the funeral to the king.

"Mr. Claude, do you have a minute?

Ivan, who was attending the funeral as well as Claude, called out.

"Whoa, Ivan? Hey, what's up?

I need to talk to you in confidence.

Claude nods quietly again and leaves the venue, as Ivan behaves.

A short distance from the hustle and bustle of the people, two people line up.

"... what do you think of this case?

"I have no idea. You think you figured something out?

"No, not at all. But I'm wondering if I'm connected to the facial stripping case and this one."

"Come on, Mr. Tirza's not blonde or blue-eyed."

"I overlapped at this time of year, I think that's too much to suspect. An arrangement that can be terminated without allowing Master Tirza to fight back. That appeared in this chaotic Nederdam. And, naturally, except for these two bad guys."

"You can't do that to someone you did it to, can you?"

"Yes, it's a craftsmanship impossible for me and for each other."

"The fourth strongest man in the Nederks today is very weak."

"By the third and fourth, there's a big opening. There's no fourth seat in this country."

"Your troubles..."

"It doesn't matter. And then, I haven't told anyone, but Ferrante has declared himself to be after me. Perhaps sooner or later, you'll come after my appearance. I'll take care of that. I understood the speed. I'll try to finish it next time."

"... you can share that."

"You don't even know who's the enemy or the ally, do you?

Ivan looks behind his back. Nedeluxe people, grief-covered scenery.

"There may be enemies lurking in that"

"Aren't you overthinking it? I can't believe a samurai could imitate Nedeluxe like that."

"The person who brought it in is definitely a Nederks. There will be no one outside with a reason to kill in the position of Lord Tirza today. I don't know why."

"Sure, but"

"And then... no, I'll talk about this after I get certainty"

"That's a curious way to put it."

"Please wait. I'll take care of Ferrante. I don't need to bother you. I was wondering if Tirza would be more important to you."

"No, that's not how it works"

"I'm quite a master. I saw those spike marks, too, but I can see the tremendous skill."

Ivan walks out with his back to Claude.

"But if you tell me which one I'm more afraid of, Claude Lewis or his lousy, I'll choose you. This is really, just a thought, and you can listen to me."

"Hey, Ivan!

Claude reached for Ivan's back, but never reached him as he walked away without looking back. The relationship they started to squeeze someday. Claude had no idea why Ivan was building a wall on us.

I still don't get it.

○

One of the largest hospital rooms in Nederks.

Engaged with Ferrante and deprived of her appearance, Hannah touches her own face wrapped in a bandage. There is no former beauty on the scratchy and painful surface. I had lost my lover, lost my appearance, and had no idea how to live from now on.

"... Ivan, me, what can I do"

The girl spills the name of their generation, the man who is their flag bearer.

It was admirable. I was even attracted. But his own spear, and his thoughts, as everyone else had been, had a lid that it would not reach a talented man like him.

A weak heart removes its lid. Eclipse thoughts.

"You don't have to."

The man stood in front of the hospital room without a sound.

"Because I'll be your 'substitute'"

Beautiful flowing blonde hair resembling herself. Pale eyes in the back of the mask.

And 'she' had no appearance.

"It's all for the right Nedeluxe"

Hannah grabs her favorite spear. My heart was screaming at the enemy in front of me. You can't win. He said he wasn't a fat guy.

Is it the saga of the samurai that still stands up?

"It's no use. I learned God's spear, even though I could not lose it. There is no reason to lose to an incorrect spear. You can't win. No matter how."

The woman in the mask, the spear moves out slowly. Hannah can't move.

"Ah."

The spear softly stretched out into her chest.

"I learned, did I? It's really interesting."

It is lifted to a spear that stretches from the bottom.

"Become!?

After that and crawling out of under the bed is the genius, Ivan Brusheek.

"Ivan!? Why?"

"You've come to see me in the evening, haven't you? I dived in on that. Surprisingly, I found it difficult to sneak in."

"Wow, when I took a nap"

"I mean nap or evening sleep, though. I wanted to do a little research."

"Did you hear me talking to myself?

"... I'm just depressed by the loss of Jonathan. You are strong. It's okay. I'll take it from here. You must flee."

Ivan swirls the spear. Stuck in front of Hannah.

"Please jump out the window"

"Here, upstairs."

"Is there a problem?

"... I'll ask you a lot later"

Hannah jumps off the window without hesitation. She will also have one or every samurai, even this occasion will have eyes to live.

The only problem for Ivan is already the enemy in front of him.

"Ferrante's suture technique, it wasn't amateur's. I wasn't expecting confirmation to roll in before I did my research."

The masked woman bites her teeth.

"Do you think you can win, Ivan Brusheek"

"... I guess I can beat you?

"Stupid. Sink before my God!

A slow spear. Beautiful, useless, it's like an extension -

"God's spear, I see. Great technology. But..."

Thunderlight strikes out the mask as if to rip it.

"The bad guy is not you. Brilliant technology, but it's too late for whatever it takes"

A blonde, blue-eyed woman with no appearance distorted her appearance with regret.

"Of course, right? They are Schauhausen. We became things there. Yeah, that's right. We are not gods. So..."

From behind her, a few bandage-wrapped, blonde-eyed spears appeared.

"I'll also do the small work. It's all for Nedeluxe."

"... so deeply rooted"

Ivan distorts his face.

Dots and dots connected. But I don't have the means to tell you that.