Tower of Karma

Ferrante's detention in "Life and Death Unknown" prevented the Callis clan from even giving out the false neck. I can't help but say that King Kunlat's figure and Ferrante's neck and measures to be loved by all the citizens of Nederdam have been crushed.

But in the end, the lead is still theirs more than they have in their hands the figure of King Kunlat. To them demons are only an accompaniment to the people. Minimum purpose will be achieved as long as the King's recapture, which is the greatest feat, is achieved.

All you have to do is vacate Sanguyen.

"The three of them don't show their faces in the barracks, and each is in a situation where they encourage spear drilling on their own route. It will be clear to them that they will move more than Lord Callis has returned."

Rudolph returns with an extension to Alfred's commentary, Ivan taking a serious note. Both were too biased. Just sit tight and listen.

Something to do is decided from the edge anyway.

"There are two things to do. One is the king's recapture. The other is the escort of the Three Kings. It's no exaggeration to say that everything has been narrowed down to these two, whether we do it or not."

"We don't need the latter. It's out of the question."

"I agree. I need you to pay for it yourself, like a fire powder."

Marten and Rudolph deny the second. Alfred wasn't willing to actively intervene either, he just said it for confirmation.

"There's one thing to do. Retrieve Kunlat from the Trinity. Capture Callis and send him out per triumph. Hi, perfect."

"As far as we've seen, I think we should consider that a considerable amount of hand work protects Lord Callis. That's quite a few, too. It's not an easy job."

"I'll clear the way. Rest assured."

Rheinberga smiled and ran out of prestige.

"I understand, sir."

I'm too confident to even pinch the question. In fact, if there is one Rheinberga, we will be able to capture the target without any problems, unless we are surrounded by extra numbers.

It's a premise that the three main players are paying for it.

"However, they should also understand that Mr. Reinberga is here. Let's be prepared for that. I'll go with full gear, too."

This dish improves the ease of use by improving the cage hand made by Yelena itself. I don't feel stronger to others than I have seen that village, but Alfred himself, the anxiety of using his sword to kill his enemies until he accomplished his purpose, had disappeared.

And then I just want to see the answers this country gives. It's just that.

"Then it's a tactic..."

Alfred's light-hearted narrative opened many eyes, and...

"- That's it!"

Everyone understood. Just the narrative doesn't fool me.

"I mean, you can mean tactical line berca,"

"Yes!"

A long talked tactical overview. To sum it up, we put a line belka at the head and stick it in, thoroughly in every phase. It was just that.

Origin correct tactics for Laurencia, central breakthrough. It is a tactic that the giants are best at, and the idea is to get her to take on that role, a giant class. Now, if the opponent will receive it from the front, it will be a recreation of the battlefield of a giant star.

Nevertheless, the policy was consolidated. All we have to do is wait for movement.

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Silvi holds the spear for the first time in a long time.

I've been gripping it every day since I got my mind on it. Days away from it. That was her way of washing away the spears stained from her. In my mind, stereotypes were disturbing because they dropped an already assembled image into my body.

"Mother, watch over me"

She snapped at the dojo, not at the grave. I'm sure if I were that mother, I'd choose the dojo over under the grave. Then she thought that her battlefield should be here for revelations.

"Halfway down the road, the walls are over."

The moment I gripped, I had the certainty that I was reborn.

It's not rational. Words can't explain it. It's her feeling.

Reached and got it. Why didn't Tigre leave his point of arrival? I didn't have to leave it. If everyone is on the way to being able to share, however, the martial arts optimized for themselves can only be used against themselves. The same thing that we don't have the same people.

Spears are the only number of people. The only color is the number of people.

"I'm the strongest."

The descendants of the tiger laugh invincibly.

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Dion finished taking care of the snake and was cooking alone.

My feelings have shifted while I was taking care of them, and I thought I'd stop eating. There's no point in eating in the first place. I also remember it wasn't that good. Mother-in-law's prank, seriously, if I break it even in my stomach, there's too little salvation.

"You want some too?

"Shiru"

"Oh, my God."

I don't think I can communicate with snakes. However, I feed three meals at the same time as myself every day, and I've never left them before, but I'm not hungry, so I'm just keeping pace.

Snakes are indifferent to themselves, too. You wouldn't even recognize it to the extent that it feeds you.

"It was a mistake while I said no, talking about Mr. Gabriele bringing me a plug. You can't even put a gentleman on the wind to reject a woman's feelings. But probably because I felt like it was today. It's dangerous, and I don't want to get involved."

Dion squeaks alone as he feeds the snake.

"I have hands and feet, and I don't have a tail like you. I realized once again that humans can't be snakes. Thank you, Nyoro. If I die, go back to the wild."

Give the snake freedom, Dion grabs a spear and goes out.

Somehow I had a hunch. Now I perceive signs of standing in front of the door, and that turns into certainty. I'm sure the other two had the same hunch, Dion thinks.

With such a fluffy feeling, he went to the battlefield.

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Claude said, "Come on, come on, come on, come on." I learned in school that Ignaz had exercised for the purpose of relaxing the body devised, commonly known as convex gymnastics. It was a proper exercise that I once spent about an hour creating for my best friend who was weak in the morning because of his low blood pressure. But when it's appropriate for out-of-the-box reasons, William takes it in during the Ten, and it becomes an unbeatable Carl squad specialty that lasts even after the squad has become a hundred. The tragedy went beyond that, and Bernhardt, who liked it for some reason at the time of the takeover, also loved it, and it was new to my memory that it caused a great movement beyond the intentions of the creator. However, the women did not have a great reputation for the reasons described later.

The reason was simple, the movement was really strange, very unpopular for the average person, who had a normal feeling, both male and female, because of their scrupulous work. Gilberto, Angelm experience a strange dance with tears of blood for the Lord whose senses are uneven. Women who liked to practice and other things like Victoria. So much so that in school, Beatrice and others said it was "humiliating". Movements that showed even the blind Mary difficult color.

But these 'two' were on the changed side.

"Shh! It's not stretching enough! Totally. Just remember I'm out of hand already."

"This is what I am. When? You're the one before me! Aren't you weak? If you're a man! Which way? Shh! Right!"

I'm a maiden.

"Oh, I don't like it when women only use it. I don't like it."

"Until I told you the truth."

Claude and Marianne. In school he was a bad boy who made a name for himself as a problem child pair. It is the opposite when it comes to learning attitudes, and the opposite when it comes to grades, but wonders and horses fit because I must have admired the same person.

People want to imitate the people they love.

"Ugh, I'm relaxed enough."

"Then Marianne will go back to packing!

"Various things. I'm still not good at cooking. I can't leave my servants behind if they attack me. Thank God."

"What the hell. I'll pay you back when I get back to Arkas."

"Heck. Oh, my God."

"So you can't die, can you?

"... you know what?"

Marianne walks out one stretch with her back to Claude.

"Because I'm expecting a souvenir from Nedeluxe. Hey!

Marianne screams with her back turned.

"Why would I have to buy a local souvenir from a guy who was in Nederks? Honestly, you're distracting me too much. If you think about it, you'll get old."

"I can't hear you!

"... are you serious. How hellish."

"Just a little. Marianne appeared out of nowhere, listened somewhere, and glanced at me, both there and here."

"Scary. Scary. See you, Marianne."

"I'll be right back."

Marianne leaving manly. Probably won't be stepping in first from here because of her character. I'm sure I won't even look. She behaves freely and boldly, but Claude knows she's twice as timid when it comes to loss.

Because I'm the same. Her feelings are painfully clear.

She turns her back from where she is, and she drives herself, only the difference.

"Now it's time to..."

One back stretch, and Claude tries to walk out again.

"Have you finished dairying with her?

"Well, that's why you said he wasn't, Luke."

Luke, who has snuck his face out of the mansion. He is a wanderer who travels to and from the Mansion of Maarten repeatedly after his location is found. You can't get in the way of a young man. That's what he said. But it looks like he was back today.

"No, I don't care what you think... okay, just give me a face."

"Yes?"

"It's a big stage for a generation, isn't it? What are you gonna do with that plain outfit?

"... no way!?

"I'm not going to make you a man. I want you to help me. I'm calling you."

A roar sounds from the gap between the doors. Marthus was there to show his willingness to punch his fist.

Three Hans, gather around. Nothing can happen.

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Silvi stands alone in the dojo.

We're halfway there. We've done what we can in what time. It's the scent of a dyed martial arts, the days of drilling that you can remember if you meditate on your eyes.

All I could think of was bitter memories in this dojo. I was taught more rigorously than I was when I was a child, and I kept being held by spears, whether crying or calling. Sometimes he was disgusted with boring archaeology and waved a fierce outburst at the Academy of Arts away from the dojo due to the endemic runoff of adolescence.

The encounter with him inspired me to face him again. Without it, we would have had a breakup time without realizing my mother's sincerity.

His presence elevated him. His spear pulls itself up.

She thinks. He is the true Trinity.

And we are those who follow it.

Hence...

"Excuse me. Silvi la Gudier"

I win.

"What can I do for you late at night?

Because I believe he will win.

"To cut off the false branch leaves. It's a necessary sacrifice."

Then we can't lose ourselves.

"Ask me one question. Is this your second time?

Without those who follow him, he will loosen his steps. Because that's hard to forgive.

"That's right. Hate me?"

"Yeah. Very much. But if you hold this spear, it has nothing to do with personal feelings."

The descendants of the tiger stand loose. The atmosphere of the strong overflowing from its small body.

"I am Silvi La Gudier, Trinity."

The man is alert. Before the fierceness released from the small body.

"Let me ask your name before my claw fangs destroy you."

The man smiled. No shortage for the other person, he said.

"My name is..."

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"Good evening, lady"

"Good evening, you're my favorite starry sky"

"How about a date in your empty space?

"Wi. Very nice suggestion"

As soon as they open the door, they face each other and engage in a conversation as if out of their minds. We both smile and observe each other without any real alarm.

There are a number of people around to avoid escape. I guess you're not willing to hide it.

If you've even been shredded from escaping, that's fine.

"You didn't do any intense training or unusual behavior."

"I had a snake. This is pretty cute, I'll show it to you next time"

"Hehe, if there's ever going to be another time, I'm sure"

Stand in your own time, both of you.

"My name is Dion Langley. What's your name?

Dion found his way in the empty space he was using for his archery with his stepmother.

"My name is..."

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Under a starry sky full of heaven, de flashy shaped Han waited in a pussy seat.

Fools and smoke like high places. I'm sure the enemy, he, too, interpreted himself as a good place to be, waiting on the roof of the starry outhouse, a building higher than any other building except the Royal Palace in Nederdam.

I have no promises.

"That's a nice view. I like the view from here."

But I was sure we would meet here today.

"I like it, too. That's all it takes to be expensive."

"Still... that's a tough outfit to say,"

"You're kidding, right?

"Let me refrain from commenting."

A flashy outfit featuring a spiral through heaven, Han's hair and gold embroidery on a red stand. It is a taste that cannot be understood by ordinary people. It's a very strange outfit.

It suited him for some reason.

"Shall we then?"

"Ooh."

A cheap exchange of words as if they were friends.

And it starts here, killing each other.

"Sanguyen, it's Claude Lewis. What's Temeer's name?

For the first time in decades, we will have a rematch in Nederdam.

The dragon and God spear together once now.

"My name is..."

"Shaw -" "-How -" "-Zen"

At the same time, at exactly the same time, indefinitely, they speak their names.

I am God, Schauhausen.

The battle began to win just three seats.