Tower of Karma

Kingdom of Almia.

History is a rare nation in a long and prosperous Garnia, a Garnian honorary student who spawns a number of distinguished knights and recognizes them all.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that the kingdom of Almia is the country of the birth of a knight, even in the sense that it nurtured the culture and encouraged differentiation from a warrior. Incorporating the culture of tea from Laurencia, even one of the knightly teas must be desirable, is the statement of the previous king.

Meals are also good in Garnia.

The landscape also deteriorates, Nedeluxe.

It is not really a bad country. It's just...

"Normally it was a good country."

"Normally good"

"I think every time I visit, too. It's a good country, he said. Normally."

There was nothing particularly pronounced, and no one was particularly impressed to greet the leading men with Athena's handouts, and a rarity occurred in which Alfred, with exceptional memory, could not tell the difference between existence.

Galnian heretics, who once actively embraced the culture of the superpower Nederks, have now become just a temple state.

"Well, I guess the more I've seen somewhere, the more the influence of the kingdom of Almia propagated throughout Garnia. It was a good country, normally."

Enjoying the kingdom of Almia there, the Alfreds turned their feet to the Kingdom of Britannia, ruled by the Father of Athena. Alfred was a little excited about Garnia's biggest power, how much it was.

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"Dear Athena, return!

Heavy knights lined up in front of a giant bouncing bridge. I can't hide in my helmet and peek at my expression. Line up neatly and at the same time as the advent of Athena, everyone lays flat and makes their way.

"... thank you for your hard work"

"What a waste of words. You don't have to talk about us."

The knights continue to lay flat without gazing at the intricate look of Athena. It's like being ordered to proceed silently, an unpleasant atmosphere clumps together.

"Al."

From Castle Town to here, the same air was coming together. Yelena happened to speak to Alfred.

"Shit. Everybody, because you're listening"

Alfred holds down Yelena, who feels disturbed. It was a matter of understanding, but the knights had no loyalty to Athena or the warmth to welcome guests. I do that because it's Votigan's will.

That's what their whole body tells them.

You are not our Lord.

(Nevertheless, I heard it was a big country, but honestly the atmosphere in the castle town was under the impression that the kingdom of Almia was flourishing better. However, this castle sucks. I don't know who made it, but I just think I built it to scare you. And the place is too atmospheric)

An alien royal castle that can only be reached via a giant bouncing bridge. The extent to which there is a faint sound of rivers flowing under the bouncing bridge. I don't see it down there.

The sight spreads as if even the Demon King lives there.

(Ma, but I also thought I'd just get barometric pressure)

I didn't want to beat Athena, who looked uncomfortable, the knights who didn't even try to see her like that, and above all, the one who created this view, the vessel thought.

So...

"Tighten your chest, Athena. You're a princess, I'm a king."

Alfred laughed. The iron grin, the masked grin.

The knights face up in unison.

"I'm coming through."

A golden light and a sharp black currents of killing behind it. He just laughed and walked in front of the scenery that made everyone laugh in love, that's all.

That alone keeps the knights from sweating cold.

"... Sir, who is it?

"That's why you're telling me. Even the king. Of the future,"

Athena was staring at Alfred with eyes that saw hard to believe things.

The boy she knew was an adult, and yet somewhat childish, an ordinary boy. With all that sword taught, I still hadn't come somewhere pinned to what Gangran said. Now I know. He said it was a masterpiece.

Reasons for everyone to treat it special, one end of it.

My father once said. The real thing is at a glance, he said.

Things Apollonia used to have, too. Things I've lost now. Gravity that involves people undeniably. For no reason, no meaning, even the glow of swallowing the world.

"... a great vessel beyond Garnias. It's impossible, at this age, to be shoulder to the Great Votigan. What the hell is this monster?"

The old knight, knowing many times, was reminded of Garnia's most powerful man, who once served, in an unspeakable presence. No one could win, Ark finally arrived with those eyes, the only real thing he believes in, make it the strongest and the best.

But the memories, the thoughts that had been taken care of, were about to be repainted.

"... wow,"

"Laugh, Athena. It's the predicament that makes you laugh. We have no choice but to laugh at them. A smile is a weapon. The enemy is the one who laughs and kills."

It was never in Athena's imagination that a grin against the hostile would unleash so much pressure. Without a doubt he shook the knights in unison, no matter what he did or did, with one smile. With a little whim, he can.

"Gahaha."

Alfred lifts the corner of his mouth like a prank.

Differences in vessels were shown in various ways, and for whatever reason, there was no flame of jealousy shaking in her. I have another feeling in front of me that I was so jealous of the wolf child that I can't even hold the light of the wolf child right now.

I noticed that, and Athena laughed again.

It is the laughter of the king's obedient knight.

This was also a mask that held back feelings.

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Medraut, who watched how it went, had a bitter laugh at the atmosphere of the flag bearer candidate responsible for the next generation that had been born at some point. That boy is as smart as my father, and on top of that, he must be more clever than my father. The statue of the king sought by the knights, the atmosphere that brought him closer by adding his own arrangements there. I guess dexterity, versatility that can be what you seek is his weapon.

"I'm in a hurry to live, but I won't show you that. Do you have the depth of nostalgia? If you can't even make a mistake on the battlefield, you'd be a talent who goes up there even if you shut up. The problem is..."

Martial arts rising from a skinny body. I guess I'm diving through quite a few training grounds.

"Are you saying you're willing to win even on the wrong battlefield?

Even though we are making it look that way, it will not be possible unless we are quite alive and in a hurry at a time when we can make it look that way at that young age in the first place. I have reached a level where my taste is no less pale compared to my sister who was at war. In times of peace, how can we live like this?

(I wonder what it would look like if I asked. Well, I guess I don't even make small moves)

Even in the turmoil in that generation would be broken.

That's why it's so dangerous.

(That's such a strong vibe. It would attract a lot of people. Whether it's the right path or the wrong path, it will be easy for you to knock down the flock of sheep to the bottom of the valley. At the same time, I think it's terrifying. My sister would love that.)

Medraut takes his gaze off the boy who smiles bitterly and wears a mask for intimidation.

(The fact that the man led you and your sister came here meant it was right for those two eyes. However, that's not necessarily the right answer. So we're both experienced people who led us by mistake. If I say that, so do I. Well, there's no harm in looking through a lot of eyes. I'll see what kind of vessel it is with my eyes.)

Turn yourself over and head to the throne.

Welcome the vessel as king to unite the great Britannia, and wait for his way out.

And identify.

If he is to be king of Laurencia like his father, then the way Garnia is will change depending on where he goes. Anyone who drops zero even as non-interference has no choice but to flow here. That number will be higher or lower, because that depends on that side.