Tower of Karma

"Alfred, damn it!

"Mr. Alfred!

More people, including the two students, offered to teach Alfred the sword than they could have imagined. Maybe they are very balanced nationalities when it comes to tradition and innovation, and martial arts. Don't be afraid to change, just leave the past untouched, they move on.

"Don't make a comic rush, sow the next trick. Take a slightly advantageous positioning, not with force, but with your head. Forward, backward, everything is the next stone."

Always thinking sword. It is a sword not found in the doctrine of Leonvern. Now they wear everything Alfred teaches them naturally in action. It is natural from a warrior of war. But it is an unknown tale for the young, the less experienced, all without.

There are countless moves to connect, combine, and think about, not just the mould.

"Hide or show off your sword tips, that, what is your intent?

Young female lion. Any question of a girl who is supposed to succeed her as a guide.

Alfred smiles at it.

"That's a very good question. It's simple to hide, to keep the other person from looking for intent. It is important not to give judgment material to a thinking and moving match. But hiding a sword tip doesn't mean much to someone you don't think about. There's a lot going on with strong people, but the real monster pushes me with no intention."

"I see. So why show it?

"To control people like that, yes. Show them the tip of the sword and expose them to their intentions to take their best hand in the situation. And that's all we have to crush. Even if it's the best, it's easy to respond."

"... I see."

"Strong people who don't think refer to their best hands in the rules of thumb. So he's a delicious opponent for a smart swordsman like me. If you can control it somewhat, you can eat it. There are some people in the world who can't help but control it, and some super sensory owners who don't get hooked on this one's induction because you don't think about it. Well, it's about a handful of monsters."

Alfred's eyes tell them.

You guys are different. So you're the ones to think about.

"Thank you for your guidance. I wish you a quick battle."

"Yeah, let's do it"

Those who had come at first to watch the game out of rarity, too, if they realized it, would be swallowed up by Alfred's words, one by one.

Especially the younger, the more attracted to the new him.

"Then it's me!

"I'm next!

"Me too, please!

"Me too!

"haha, in order"

Female lions guarding a house called Leonvern watching how it goes.

"You're a good bait, like me."

"We, it would be. The older warriors are the more skilled they are and the more powerful they are. You won't even notice they're manipulating you."

"Euphemia. Can't we get enough of Leonvern's promising men to accompany him? If you can, female."

"If the guide brings back his sword, the whole thing improves."

"Yes."

"I think he's just gonna take it in,"

"Then you can send the males in and pull them off, right?

"... Etsuya, really"

"That's how lions are. No way, did you go outside and get poisoned?

The eye of a guide, a gaze of strong love for Euphemia. She went outside pushing the role Euphemia should have done. Knowing that she was also interested in the outside world as a current guide,

"I'll take it into account. It's just not now. The time will come. Must."

"On what grounds?

"Question of the female lion, I just wanted to say, was in the legend of the Knight King. The lion's habit is known, and now he is in no hurry. The time will come."

"... is it all over Garnias' palm?"

"Now I dance, but it will be auspicious, You can't defy the flow."

"That's not what the loser says when he comes back."

"The same thing that I once threw up in Lowenglin"

I regret it now. The appearance was engraved with a sense of plausibility and self-blame. Look at that. The woman in the role of guide also looks up. If you didn't get through at Euphemia, it was probably the same for you. No, it could have turned out worse.

Whether it's a solo fight or not, because no one beats her in a mass fight. That was about her brother, Euwayne.

I guess it would be different if Ulysses came back.

"... I'll leave the selection of those who will go outside"

"You've made up your mind to let it out."

"It's not the lions who can't prey on the bait."

"... I understand that."

Tradition and innovation. It's impossible for a lion to drop it off when a new breeze blows. But not now. He is not yet eligible to be king on his journey.

Because he's not alone yet.

The only one, not prepared to stand in the mountain.

"The bait for it, so many large vessels,"

I've seen the world. She's puffy and twinkly. The encounter with a number of heroes, especially Welkingetrics and William, was a shock. He was an enemy, and yet he clearly saw my difference. The only man standing in heaven for his beloved.

It was more terrifying than that.

"Should I say that the man's son is reasonable or unexpected?"

A real monster who reached the unacceptable and absolute height of leaning on one person, harsher than anyone, more lonely than anyone else. There was no fear of the great army that I saw. I might have thought of eating it down, trying to buy you some time if it weren't for that guy.

But it broke my heart just to see him run to the horse in the rear.

And I understood at the same time. That man will put an end to Apollonia, to Arkland, to their distortions. That certainty is correct, and I still do not regret one thing about what I have made it simple. There are only two things she regrets.

Lowenglin and "That Day," that's all.

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"Shh, shh!

"Euwayne, I'll see you someday."

"Damn it, Yagu -!

(What a cute creature. I want to take it home)

The Alfreds had stayed in Leonvern for a few days to say goodbye to the lions as they headed to the next land. Alfred's cheek embracing sobbing Euwayne was slashed loose, and in a way a chick would have destroyed the iron wall smile. Exactly broken face, it was loose.

"... loaded with drills, one day, the"

"Yeah, I'll see you around"

"... Yes"

Soon the girl, who was supposed to succeed as a guide, was blushing faintly on her cheeks. Yelena sees it and firmly vows to cook with plenty of very good but very bitter herbs for her health this evening. Athena floated an oversized question mark wondering if it was also a fever, and consciousness turned to you because it just passed right in front of her.

"Next, head to the kingdom of Almia. I just cleaned that road the other day. I think it will be a relatively safe journey."

"Thank you, Master Euphemia"

"No. We learned a lot too. Sooner or later, the roads will cross even if it is not the land. Thank you very much then."

"Yeah. I'll be waiting for you"

I wonder if he will come to Arcadia, it was about recognition, but it is a little later that I am surprised that he was planting it from this stage when he later understood his intentions.

"If we cross Almia, it's finally a country. Britannia, now that Arkland has disintegrated and shrunk, has returned to the largest nation in Garnia"

"This is the country my father ruled!

Athena grabbing and hanging on.

"... Britannia is a little bit of a special state in Garnia. Unity was the only thing that could not be achieved, but the great power that has long reigned as Garnia's largest nation. I tend to be proud and have a slightly stronger electorate ideology. Well, if you're with her, you won't have a problem. Because even if it rots, it's a princess. Even if it rots."

"... that's a strange story. The blood of Garnias, the enemy, is on the throne of Britannia, the great power. Even me on the outside will surprise you."

"I wondered, too. As if you knew the time of death, everything was served from the beginning. Maybe there was one in that man, too, in the Great Knight Votigan of Britannia, the Knight King's host enemy, with an eye for the future."

Medraut of Britannia. At the time of their return to the land of Garnia after their defeat, all their preparations had been exchanged. The proud, and perhaps exclusive, people accepted Medraut because, for one thing, it was Votigan's final decree, the king of the great Britannia.

"Meet the king of Britannia first. I'm sure I can talk to you, too. Because it is a rare type of wisdom general for Garnia. Laurencia had a good fight with the Black Knight, the King's Spear, and Renault."

"Haha, you know exactly what I mean"

"I couldn't be as active in the final war as I was."

"... you'll be poisoned"

"Hehe."

A land of vibrant lions. Alfred preferred their purity for strength. Simple, therefore strong, easy to understand.

But later he finds out.

The more pure it is, the more the world changes when it flips. The danger that the direction of the flock will be finalised by the malice of one who stands at the apex.

Not yet, he doesn't.

By the way, aspiring young men bought Alfreds escorts to get out until they crossed the Leonvern border.

"You don't have to, haha"

Alfred, who said, is also a true face near the border.

"Damn, what's going on with your aunt!

"Don't do it - honey!

"Somebody stop our lady!

young and female lion death fights sideways. They aim for their next destination.

"Let him go!

"Run away!

Screaming and yelling on my back.