Tower of Karma

Even the next day Alfred acted as if nothing had happened and learned the spear vigorously.

"Alphonse, brother, wow"

"It's a trick we've learned over the years."

"But he's not satisfied."

Alfred, who passes by the pseudonym Alphonse, waves his spear with a disgruntled look. I'm getting closer, but I'm not getting to fly just like I did when I learned how to pull it off. My body is moving exactly as I imagined it, but my image doesn't fully solidify in the first place. For the first time, God dwells in elaborate association from fingertip to toe, everyone says.

(If I'm like this... normal people are tough. And this is still an anomaly. They don't know low levels. But is that possible? I can't believe all the kids I picked up have some talent, no matter how many Marquis Callis is eye-catching)

Where they didn't know, Alfred was inflating his concerns.

"Concentration. No need for deception in archaeology"

"... excuse me"

Orifiel, a former nobleman who doesn't even miss a moment of clutter. Even multitasking number eighteen is sloppy and does not allow you to try to do it cleverly. Tilt your whole body, that's what his eyes say.

Ivan, once you get a chance, you stay away from the spear.

The man spoke to Ivan. Ivan stood stunned.

"... you mean not so talented?

"No. I'm not talking about talent. The stiffened self is the spear. As it is now, we reach our limits sooner or later. Counter aim is much better. But your spear shredded too much for that. Application does not work. Not suitable for real battle. It is not the only warrior's job to relate to his enemies from the front on tidy ground. Sometimes it stinks like mud and you have to fight even if your hands and feet are broken."

Too beautiful spear. A spear that's too straight. Lack of applicability, that's what Alfred next door thought too. Something that doesn't push me as straight into as a skilled warrior. Many of those who met at the Dawn End have stood around trying to erase the good spots of their enemies.

They knew their weakness and knew the strength of their opponents. That's why nature and that kind of muddy smell were acquired to survive. That doesn't smell from Ivan's spear. And those smells are seeping out of the spears of them, especially the adults, who should not have been in action, horribly.

"Ivan, you're a little stiff."

"You should also work out the trunk. It's perfect for an audition on a rainy mountain."

"Expeditions and frozen soil are good. The snow is good. I come to my ankles just to move around. So, we hunt bears. You can either die or you can work out."

"It's still too early for Ivan."

"Really? For now, you can't just move. It is also important to build a foundation to support it. You can't break a spear in any phase, you can't use God's spear in action unless you can do that, can you? Collapse only when you die. Think so, swing the spear."

"... thank you"

Spear without compromise. Ivan still felt so inferior that he had never felt it before. It embarrasses me that I was discussing my talents. I was thinking about them in a closed world until earlier, when they looked so much more into action.

Besides, they could not be Schauhausen. He is a shepherd, so to speak. The same thing that Ivan put down in Nederdam, she's not real. Ivan is overwhelmed by the difference in consciousness that doesn't even reach those impostors. Downtown, one-on-one, and yet Ivan's spear was haunted because her spear was beautiful, and she just could win.

If only one element was different, by now...

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"- In addition to spears, he has been literary and artistic in arithmetic, history and geography. Sounds like military law teaches a lot more advanced stuff, and about medicine. That's from a military doctor. You also teach first aid and herbs that can be picked in Yamano. It's a village to make three nobles."

"Literary martial arts. They're just brilliant kids"

"I asked an adult earlier somewhat, but they still have a compromise"

"Again. I guess it's necessary to maintain this many herds. It's often done in rural areas of the country, but humanely for some weapons-"

"I'm sorry. Bad explanation and words. I won't, for weapons. I was more impressed than that. There is a stage in the intermission of this village. Childhood, those deemed ineligible for motivation, memories, etc., can choose whether to return to their original place of residence or be sold to quite a few places of service by the Marquis's Herald. With each passing year, there will be more options for knowledge, education, and public service, and beyond adolescence there will be more options for becoming a member of the village."

"That's very generous."

"Really? It makes sense even as a business. Highly educated people. The value increases with each passing year. My father proved it useful to mediate the talent I grew in each industry, although the collection was tough when I became ineligible in the first place. No, yeah, that's why you put your strength into it. How long have you been doing this? Interesting, either way, whether it's imitation or ahead. It is also interesting that higher education shows a slight bias in the healthcare sector. To the public, in this case to the good offices, or? The snail changes depending on where it can be prepared"

The specialty that Callis could prepare would be doctors. Therefore, education in adolescence focuses on the medical sector. Because we can turn advanced people into the right materials there. It's the same reason William turned the children he raised into the military, into the Chamber of Commerce.

"There must be a large number of dropouts lurking in Marcia, in El Touré and, naturally, in the Nederks' own country, those who could not become Schauhausen. A hospital run by the Marquis might be a nest. But I'm sure of your arm."

"... with that said, it was like a lot of blonde blue-eyed doctors"

"Well, we have enough information. Let's say it's time to go back. You had a normal day today, as if you'd given up, didn't you? I think it turned off the smell."

"Sa, that's great. I didn't know it was thought that far."

"Eh heh. But I do. I guess that's a little bad for you."

"That guy?

"Liar, they spotted me. Yes, they did."

Alfred laughs bitterly. While I'm doing some work, I've never been pointed out to most people before, even when I think in parallel. Thinking about different things separately is a stunt and a specialty.

Therefore, there should have been little difference. That was spotted.

Well, then...

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Before Will II and Ivan's beloved horse, Orifiel sat down with a spear. On the left and right are some villagers who taught me yesterday and spears.

"Too bad, boys"

"Yeah, really. They were good kids."

"It's not too late. Hands off. Mom would be fine. I won't hold back from us, and even without it, my mom would understand."

They looked worried all the time, staring at the two of them with the same eyes that they wished me to return to the village because I begged them to. Not seen as an enemy.

They think they haven't reached it yet.

"Lord Callis is in some kind of disturbance. It hasn't been carried as planned. Wouldn't it?

"... why did you think that?

"Question last night. Too little upset. The thickness of the mask is an idea, boy."

"... really, I'm scared of war experience"

Orifiel's eyes narrow.

"Your eyes are quite a dive, too."

"I just touched the remnants of the war."

Two, we all set ourselves up in a boiling atmosphere. Murder enough to scare me. True to the opposite of enthusiasm, even Ivan, an ally, trembles at the simplicity of killing because it is necessary. The number of kills, that's what's on the atmosphere.

"It's not Dada, but it's not true. One of the masks, or"

vibrant enough to blow it off. Alfred's face is distorted.

"You can't win, then"

Just stand up with a spear and you'll be seen.

(Others have room for ideas, but this guy can't. No gap)

Alfred hesitates to pull out his sword. If I pull it out, I lose my options but to fight. If we don't pull it out, we lose our means of escape, but we have an extremely good chance of survival.

"Ivan. I'm sorry. You guys were good here."

"... no. You won't have a choice."

"Great. Now we can all get along."

Everyone's air relaxes. Both Alfred and Ivan put their hands up.

"It's my favorite moon!

Ark the Knight King, a man who arms himself a little at height and stands, appears brilliantly.

But Orifiel's eyes were the only ones shooting people through.

"I'm in! And this is my helper."

"It's Ulysses of Leonvern. Let us be fringe and hostile."

"Become, that it's a heavenly lion!?

The deliberate villagers. Only Orifiel hasn't wobbled.

"… sir"

"Heavenly luck to attract you here, huh? No, the power of Arc of Garnias. Either way, you can't miss more than there's a knight king and a heavenly lion involved."

Orifiel sets up a spear.

"That time, the man in the purse"

"The way I remember it is in my belly. I have good experience. I can tell by the atmosphere."

"Do you know that heavenly lion!?

"I mean, you know..."

"That's enough public discourse. I have a horse behind King Ark. Exchange."

"... Mr. Orifiel is a former Sanguinist. Take care."

"Huh, no shortage for them!

The two flee without hesitation.

Everybody, don't let them get away with this.

"Understood!"

The villagers move to scatter and chase the two of them.

But...

"I won't let you."

The Heavenly Lion also moves out with mobility beyond their assumptions. The first step that transcends the assumptions of Orifiel to those of everyone on this occasion. At the first speed of wolf planting, Orifiel, who did not know it, took the first step differently. And in that step, the heavenly lion is far away.

"Become!?

In an instant the distance was packed, and the man, still upset and given the option of being in the village beyond the youth, waves the spear of God. A spear that disrupts the opponent's time. Feel it.

"It's my first look, but I've already heard it"

More acceleration. Scratch the spear and the lion's fist blurs the enemy's jaw. A villager who collapses without being able to do anything. I didn't expect to fall back on the other guy there even if I couldn't be Schauhausen. I thought it would work on the battlefield.

No, it would actually work. It has the power to feed into the upper layers.

"Forgive me, master of skill, people."

But this man is a heavenly lion.

"I decided to protect it. Then I won't let anyone get over it."

The strength of the only man who leaked that Wolfe could compete with himself. A man near the pinnacle of limitless. The world only knows the remaining fragments of the man's true price.

And in a corner of the world, the lion's fangs poke at God.

"I'm strong."

The villagers' feet stop. With absolute confidence and spear, there was no temper to challenge the mountain lion.

And the swords were not yet drawn, and the hearts of the unfinished were broken.

"Seems so."

Except the only one.

Former Sanguinist, Orifiel of "Huang Xuan" had a tremendous grin.

Because the battlefield I've been waiting for has arrived.