Tower of Karma

After several small countries, the line finally arrives.

Closed country, to Lucitania.

"It's the height of the season."

"Beautiful"

"... you don't have a voice."

Golden brilliance covers heaven from autumn mouth to winter in this land, where gold carpets are laid on one side. Beautiful, mysterious, fantastic wood leaking days fill the world. Here is the leftover incense of lost and mythical, the poet sings.

"Really, I traveled the world and thought," Hundreds of stories can't be seen at first sight. "

"Uhm. Everything is different now than when I was in Garnia too. Forget the good and the bad, journeys change people. Not the outside, not the inside."

"Thanks to Al"

"No, you're not, Yelena. I wouldn't be alive without you. No, even if he was alive, I'm sure he looked different. Thanks to you."

Yelena obstinate for some reason. Alfred smiles bitterly when he sees it.

"Well, thanks to the two of you. No?"

"... so"

"What about me?

"The three of us."

"You forgot? Yeah, it's my grandfather, and my lords are young."

"Don't be obstinate."

Calm time passes. A very pleasant time.

"Huh!?

"Al?"

"No, it's nothing."

At the same time, I felt some shade thicker inside Alfred. A dream, something to do with that dream, is full of this space.

Something reflexes in my head.

A little more, just a little clearer...

"A little, back, stretched?

Pong, and Ark slapped him in the head, Alfred regained his sanity.

"Well, that's growing up."

"Gahaha, it stays that way. If you pull out as much as I do, you won't feel safe. It's because the food is thin. We need to eat more."

"Yes, yes, I know. I try to eat a lot consciously."

"That's better. Because the injury heals faster."

"Ri!"

"... do you have any allies on this? I surrender."

The dream this land wanted to convey. Must be this thick. Then there is no need to rush. You should see it if you sleep as usual. More clearly...

"Phew."

Ark, who leads the way, smiles forward.

And softly, wipe the blood that no one sees and zeroes out of its' eyes'.

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Asked some small settlements, they reached their destination.

Unlike each completely rebuilt Lucitanian settlement, the building was surrounded by torso and destroyed weapon protective equipment rolling over there. The smell of war, the smell of blood that does not rot, but stinks. How many people have died here?

Lucitanians are somewhat mixed up, I guess.

"This, mostly, isn't these people over here, is it?

"It would be the abandoned pawn of Geheim. Poor people. This is like the result of knocking up a sleeping beast on purpose. Ray and Lewis, ignorance is horrible. Dead are Geheim's constituents and Lucitanian civilians, not a single warrior."

"... all the warriors survived," he said?

"No, the warrior almost paid off at the time. I'm the only one who made this happen."

"Huh?"

Destroyed weapon, no, destroyed. Broken, crushed, rolling weapons on the ground belonged to Geheim, not only. Obviously, the total number of weapons, including civilians, is high. Angry slaughter, like being torn apart by a beast. Intention to kill to the point where fear rushes.

Traces of destruction, as if you dare to hurt yourself.

All I have left is probably...

"What brings you to this land, outside?"

For self-restraint.

"It's a greeting. It's been a long time since I've forgotten my face."

"... Lord Ark, huh? You're getting older."

"I don't just want Sir to tell me. I'm old, Warren."

Old man with red hair left stretched. I don't see any emotions in my hegeless eyes. He was a ghostly man. You can die whenever you want, that's what my eyes say.

"What more could it be? There's nothing here. There's one daddy on the verge of decay, just waiting for the end. For the king of knights and the man who was deceived, etc."

"I need you to fix this kid's weapon"

"... as you can see. Sword Forge is already out of business"

Warren never even sees a boy. Earlier he pointed out, the building, which was originally a workshop, had not been used for a long time or had been swallowed up by the crowd, and the ruins had similarly been turned into ruins.

"Then return. It's the only job Sir can do."

"Sorry, but let me say no"

"Then no."

Warren exasperates Ark to cut back on whether or not to say so.

"I've decided never to touch my sword again!

"Cause and effect go round. Don't run away. This is also Sir's story."

"Say what..."

That's all they said, and Warren finally saw the boy.

For a moment, nostalgic memories come back to life. Once, in those happy times when I never thought about losing anything, the illusion of my beloved son, who was the symbol, overlaps.

of "William Lewis".

"Alfred von Arcadia, no, my name is Alfred von Lewius. My sword, I want you to fix it."

My hair is not red. Your face isn't that similar either. Still, for some reason, the atmosphere overlapped. Such a boy held the sword and appeared before himself.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh"

Cause and effect go round. Everywhere.

"Come in time of fate. Fight, Warren Lewis!

Alfred also distorts his face to the name. I guess I wasn't sure. There should now be elements in my mind to deny it. Not yet, far from sure. It wasn't even dull enough to ignore the answers I could still see.

In the land of fate, the story of Lewius begins.