Tower of Karma

"Yelena, shall we join Mr. Rudolph?"

"Painting uncle"

"... Yes, sir. I'll show Yelena a decent painting."

Alfred in a mask and Yelena with a bird head take a wide walk through Nederdam at night.

"It was a beautiful landscape painting"

"It's camouflage, it"

A mindless conversation ensues, but from the top of the spire earlier he was trying to kill people. I didn't even show such signs in the yawn, and the skin on my face was thickened to the point where I could smile and have a conversation.

The iron mask that I need for the King's Road.

"And it's been a long time, brother Claude."

"Brother?

"Mm-hmm. He thinks he's my real brother, I am. Though I don't know what Brother Claude thinks."

"Don't you ask?

"I'm embarrassed now."

Alfred with a bright smile. Yelena figured that out even over the mask.

This grin is her favorite appearance.

And...

"I'm on a date?

"Strip a lot, get the beauty, get it, ru!

The mysterious intruder appeared behind me with a very intense scent of blood, and after looking back...

"Demon of Nederks. A face-peeling monster, huh?"

"You look beautiful, huh? I can see that. I have been told that it is good to peel a lot today. So I'll get your face, and I'll do it as part of the art."

I didn't really like this look.

"Yelena, stay back. 'Cause I'll be done in a minute."

"... ok. Don't push me."

"Of course."

Full grin. A fake smile. That to keep Yelena from worrying.

"I look expensive, don't I?

"Kuhi!

A girl who is not in the sphere of interest to the demon leaves, and only two remain on this occasion.

Blonde Bigeye Knight and Blonde Bigeye Demon, two collide.

Sparks scatter on the night of Nederdam, where no one is going out because of the demon noise.

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"What's all this noise?

In front of Claude, who came to the soldier's stuffing to find Dion, he had turned it into a training ground where instructions and orders like anger flied. Obviously unusual circumstances.

"Master Claude!

"Whoa. Which one is it?

"Ha, I'll report you! Ferrante, a Nederks demon, but suddenly, the case is expanding at an unprecedented rate of intensity, massively stripping citizens of their appearance, and reports of damage continue to come in. Under Dear Dion's instructions, many troops are under repression, but we cannot capture the monster's mobility in front of us."

"... are you serious? Okay. Is Dion in the back?

"Yes!"

"Thanks. You can go back to work."

Claude's face increases the risk even as he slaps his men on the shoulder and labors. Too many different events have overlapped between finishing the meeting and getting here after I was attacked. It's overdone by chance, and what I call a bad feeling is something that often hits me.

"Dion!"

"Is that Claude!? I just sent him to get it."

Dion raised his face to the appearance of an unexpected figure as he stared at the map of Nederdam behind the stuffing. Because the time I sent him to call didn't match the time of the visit.

"The Lintblum family has been attacked"

"... ugh!? Where's Lord Luke?

"Probably safe. I'm sure it wasn't a target, but there was a priority."

Dion rounds his eyes. And I put my lips on remorse.

"Aim for us."

"Oops. Even when you were a master, your real aim must have been Silvi. So, where's the other one? I thought you were alone at the Gudier's.

"The place is safe and good. Her men just laid her to sleep in the dormant room in the stuffing room saying she just couldn't leave her in peace. Were you tired, too? I'm tired now."

"Right. Good for you."

"Not good!

Dion slapped his fist at his desk. An expression of anger that usually makes him look uncommon.

It was probably directed at itself.

"There is no point in this commotion if Sangu is the only one aiming. It's an assumption that Ferrante is giving... but the assumption should suck. Claude, wake up Sylvie. Head to the royal palace. If it sucks, it's too late."

"What's a royal palace... cum!?

Claude also catches up with Dion's assumptions. We don't need to make a scene if our aim is our own. Instead, it should be more convenient to be quiet without making a scene. Regardless, it is possible that Ferrante would say it is irrelevant. But if you accidentally clean up what you set in motion at this time, even though Ivan's testimony suggests you're pretty profound.

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What the Claudes saw when they arrived at the Royal Palace...

"... it's unusual, we are"

"Fuck you!

…………

It was the appearance of a secretary, the right arm of Kunlat, who had died scattering empty thrones and blood. The angry men should have defended the king first. Regardless, a close plan would have been worked out to keep them from doing so.

Sneaking into a heavily guarded royal palace, at least late at night, approaching the king and abducting him, without killing him. Retain your men before they scream one too. It's weirder to have it as an option. It is normal to exclude that it is impossible.

Three dripping before the throne of the emptiness.

As a general, as three nobles, it was more defeat than ever.

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Rudolph Les Hersburg stands in a hacienda where his own wars, wins, loses and many generals are buried. I don't see any apologies, remorse, or negative emotions in the way I stand. Because I let go of even being eligible to bear it and gained my freedom.

"Sorry, I'm not a character."

I can't help it, no one. And the man who sings people more than anyone, Rudolph.

"Rudolph, the situation has moved. The new Trinity, the spear of God."

Standing behind you is the blind reaper, Rheinberga.

"Do you think we can win?

"... can I win?

"Right, right. We can't even win, can we? Hard. Hard. For now, shall we rendezvous with Al? We can't move before things move. Even if things move, you can't stand out. On top of that, shall we do it right?"

"Right, even for them sleeping here."

"No, Rheinberga. I did it for me, that's all."

"You did. Shall we come, Rudolf?"

"Oh. To make me feel better, you know. Because I'm not human."

Rudolph sleeps behind him. Spin words to tell them. There is no need for gratitude or praise. A loser general, and a scumbag who even relinquished that responsibility, as he boasts it was himself.

so that they may fully hate themselves.

The turbulent trickster was also 'leaping' in Nederdam again.