Tower of Karma

On that day, a single seal was delivered to the hospital run by the Marquis Callis.

Over there is Schauhausen. Normally, it would be just a prank, most people would throw it away without opening it if it wasn't worth reading. Except for those who can understand intent.

"... did you get the Ferrante? The enemy won't do it either."

"Are you kidding me? This is the plan, my mom's dreams for years."

"Non. The most important pawn we hold. There is no obstruction to the major muscles of the plan. I'm afraid I can't make the most of the Demon Man."

"What is known is the problem!

"Well, there's nothing we can do to discuss it. It doesn't change what needs to be done. You can tailor the killer of the King's kidnapping separately. Savior of the Demon Killer, what a good start I wanted only to make because I wanted too much."

"That's very nice of you."

"What do you do when Sanguyen is a wolf?

Zokri and everyone's skin are refreshed. Usually floating, but this man is the strongest on the spot. The three who brought down the former Schauhausen, supposedly perfectly extreme. Only one person, however, was very different in its content.

A fourth man unconsciously touches the newest wound. He stroked the 'it', which was the newest, deepest and lightest followed unlike the other two.

"It will be time for my mom to come back. Let's get down to business."

"Wi. You're right"

"... hmm"

The strongest man somehow felt that time had begun to move.

When some man's insistence was forcing him to stop.

Unexpected...

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"- It was a really, really fruitful supreme meeting. Good day, gentlemen."

The longest-class supreme meeting in history was closed by a word from the young Grand Duke. On the spot. At the end of the day, even the drooling and the sleeping begins. You can never create an agenda for vs. Arcadia, even if it's not an insomnia break, and if it involves even Vike, you can never make gaps or anything.

It was time to keep thinking fully spinning and laying thoughts on thoughts.

Together, the first agenda, the ones about the sea closed from the kingdom, would have kept them locked up in the royal palace for more than half a month.

"Well, I have a check-up, so let me go home."

Callis stands up and leaves the venue behind. It is also quite an interesting story that the oldest man is the most energetic on this occasion.

"Tough bastard."

"Old and strong, only 'White Immortal' 's men"

The young Grand Duke also laughed bitterly at the praise of Marten, who did not praise people very much. The politician-specific complex, he's the only one without it, as he floats a casual back darkness about most people not knowing the scene.

Experienced people are naturally talking about it.

"Turning from scene to politician. A man of iron who does that perfectly and then keeps his face on the scene. I guess he doesn't have anything personal to do with it."

"The Grand Duke has such a mouthful."

"It can't be zero. I hear you and the Duke are quite thrilled?

"That's my wife's hobby! Definitely not my hobby! There isn't."

"... su, excuse me. I didn't know you cared that much."

Various equipment provided for the Maarten mansion. A noble aristocratic hobby, but the user is his wife. The red-faced beautiful boy (Marten when he was young), who had longed for a strong woman headed by Tirza in the first place, naturally took his daughter-in-law from the martial family. She is Jean's sister, who was in sync with Luke and others.

This was all a mistake. With Jean's transformation, for some reason, my sister also transformed again, and the absurdity, strength and love of her native temperament caused a mysterious chemical reaction. As a result, mysterious marks appear on Marlten's wrist, etc., and rumors will fly around the royal palace. Nobly tolerant of noble tastes, so no problem.

(... I'm normal)

It was a story I didn't want you to touch for Marlten, who wanted to be a strong man.

"Oh, hon. Nice to see you all back."

"... hmm, is there something you want to talk about as well? Calm down on purpose. I'm sleepy, too, and I'd like to go home."

"Lord Callis, what's the mastermind in this case?"

The young Grand Duke asks without breaking his grin.

"If so, what can you do?

"I can't do anything and I won't do anything. I have no particular problem with you, Your Majesty or Lord Callis. If you can dance well."

"Damn, that's hard enough."

"You know I personally worship William Lewis"

"Everyone in the royal palace knows the story."

"Yeah, once, I had a chance to talk to you when I was still a white knight. This country is in the middle of losing the Son of God and being cleaned up. I was also quite prepared to do more than draw the king's blood. Same with the Duke, isn't it?

"From a standpoint, naturally. I still don't understand, because I'm alive."

"I went under him singly, thinking if I were to die anyway, and threw everything I wanted to know. I wonder if there were any unclear questions there."

"That's your first ear."

"You and I both have strong mouths, surprisingly. Not to speak out was an implicit understanding. There is no need for sheep to gain a shepherd's perspective. I trembled, at the distance of the future he sees. Wide, deeper than anything else, he looks' ahead '. We couldn't win, if we were to win, three generations later, we had to reach a generation without his intervention, that's what they thought."

"... ho"

"Ahead, the waves will keep Arcadia winning that much. Even if they are being mean and hostile, they are immediately delayed around. Good. I was convinced that being a neighbor was the only way to live. It's a regrettable, teethy story."

"Do you think I would even look at Arcadia now?

"Yeah. I'm not sure of one thing."

"... well. I don't care what your head is."

"It doesn't matter what. If you are a person who cannot become a dogma for the nation, I will pull that person down. But woohoo, thanks to the White Knight and Blue Guido, only the Nationalist was left for us. Well, there's a rare mix of traitors."

"Well, who are you talking about?"

I wonder if it's about me, Marlten. The young Grand Duke laughs bitterly.

"Did you also grab the Duke in that condition? Your Majesty's secretary, the man who was killed during the raid, but served to connect us with His Majesty. But you must have been greedy, or you were dragged into that fox, or you were giving information to Garias, too."

That's Lord Marlten, the young Grand Duke who sends a praiseworthy gaze. But, Marlten, I didn't know one thing about this. It is the first ear in itself that King Kunlat's belly is connected to the pro-Arcadian sect in the first place.

"Triple spy, no, maybe even to Estaard... sooner or later I would jump high, but before that, Lord Callis' hammer went down, did I just say? The spear of" White Immortal "planting is hard on a civilian."

"Hmm."

It is a snort in times of trouble.

Marten, fatigue was also accompanied by a bright white head.

"There is no longer any material of concern. Then you will have your own beliefs, and you can do whatever you want, I just said. I then pull their reins in 'Ahead' and that's fine"

Hearing the revelations of the Grand Duke, who only saw the young creation of the king of the neighbouring country, the political world was once again a marten that I thought was frightening.

"What will the Duke do?

"I gave him time. And then you win!

"Hehe. Shall we then sprinkle with the sight of the high as nobles?"

"I don't share a hobby to see with a man. Are you a faggot?

Little payback for being a marten. But the young Grand Duke smiled,

"No, I'm bisexual."

Spectacular cumming out.

Maarten, show them the immediate escape as if they were dislodged.

It was a puffy system that could move.

"Oh, my God, have you been shaken"

The young Grand Duke smiles and some of them spread over his desk look at Laurencia's "Map of the World". privileges during the privileges enjoyed by the high nobility of Nederks. They know the remnants of the myth. I found out, but I made a mistake. Now I know, but I made a mistake.

"Oriental, Dark Continent, New Heaven and Earth. Those who conquer the sea conquer the next age. He reads all the way there. Let's follow him to his place. What we should think about is its' ahead ', how to pull them out. I'm a patriot, too."

This country is full of love. That's what it's all about. They don't know where they are. I can't know. Because they were deprived only of devotion, sacrifice, knowing her love.

by the person's hand.

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Alfred had his first dream in a long time.

'I don't care what. "Be smart for nothing."

"Is it all in the past so far? Why are you showing me this?

"It's not me. That's what the memory of this land makes you do. If you say so, the dream that grudges show that only shepherds should know. You just have to use your nose."

"Then I will."

Taking his gaze off the black woman, Alfred looks to the ground.

The impending ripple of collapse. Green withers, soil fades, everything goes to ashes, and the sunlight draws near the doom that has turned it into a silver world.

The only person to oppose. Heavenly and human halves, beautiful women who lived for 10,000 years. The child did not succeed, and loved all men with my child. Many times she was born, died, and every time she rejoiced, grieved, and still she continued to love people.

I thought from the bottom of my heart that the coalition that connects that way is beautiful.

Therefore she stands alone in the face of doom.

Kings of wisdom, witches of incapacity, with them could not be stopped without sacrifice. She defended the land by risking her only life, but also the life of another 10,000 years than this, and all the 10,000 years that she had lived to this point.

Whether she is forgotten from the people or disappeared from the beloved, she does not mind. Before the most oblivious way of dying, said oblivion, the only mother of ten thousand, with ten thousand 'sons', advanced that there was no remorse at all.

The world does not know that deep love was engraved on this land.

People can't know the thoughts of a magical helma.

"What, are you crying?

"... I'm not crying."

As she perished, she smiled when she saw where Alfred was. Be merciful. For her, she is a child again.

I can't stop crying when I think about it.

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"Al, are you crying?

"... I'm crying, Yelena"

"Does it hurt anywhere?

My chest hurts.

"It could be a disease. Tell me more symptoms."

"I'll cure you with your knee pillow."

"Are you kidding me?

"No way, I mean it"

Yelena lends her shiny knee. It is the weeping down of Alfred, who made a name for himself in the North as a sweet general at an early age. If you don't do that, you can lend it to me.

"Mr. Marlten, he's back. I had to give it a little bit."

"Oh, well, here we go."

The time has come to occupy the Nederks tomorrow.

All because of love.