Tower of Karma

Multiple overlapping defeats. Alfred didn't think that the one-hand-five second constraint would feel so heavy. I think it would be enough if it were normal. Because Strachez is designed in such a way that the target's intentions can be easily understood by the initial formation.

However, Medraut uses only plain formations that are difficult to read and can vary over the course of the first battle. Two more lines, no, if not one, you can get away with the first advantage, but if you realize it, you're at a disadvantage, you're quickly pushed to a disadvantage and stuffed.

"None."

"Another fight, then"

"What about the break?

"You've decided not to. Come on, you're young."

Even from the standpoint at the beginning, his Strachez himself, the latest research, is not being done. The hand was scattered that it was not bad, but it was off the mark and not the best. Still strong after the plate surface gets more complicated.

My area of expertise doesn't make sense. I should have been good at the middle, end of the day, but if I realized it, I would think of running off at the beginning with full activity of the knowledge I had gained at Gallias.

But a wide plate surface won't allow it. I've never felt so wide on the board before. Still, I hate to lose, I just don't want to lose.

Not a single strong hand stepped in with one heart.

(Is it working?

They cut back instantly without changing one expression. I'm going to make you think for five seconds, but it won't take you a second to get back, and it also cuts the time for thought. A tough response above all for Alfred, who was using his opponent's thought time.

(... tough when you get punched in there. Relax on the other side -)

A moment of confusion, slightly zero weakness, but last.

"Yes, too bad"

He didn't even ask me to ride. He poked me in the steeple.

"Were you good at it and willing to win? Now, how many fights, how many wins, how many losses?

"You don't have to count. You're a total loser!

"Haha, you're mad, aren't you? Hey, are you mad? Angry?"

Alfred crumbles his pawn as his face turns bright red to Medraut's off-board tactics, which he laughs at. If only I had time, if the plate surface was a little narrower, all the excuses would run around my head. Still, it doesn't change that we keep losing, and the status quo that we can't win continues.

"Yes, not today. Let her comfort you."

"... thank you for your guidance!

The usual laughter is already worn out. I can't even afford to fix it. Whether he lost with the sword, with his strength, or with his strength, somewhere he could afford it. Intelligence, because there was the last fort for me. I was made to understand that's why I was fixing it.

"Excuse me!

Exit from Medraut's room and head to the prepared two-person room.

Yelena was reading when she went back to her room. A warm dish was available at the desk for some reason, and she looked rarely at Alfred, who sneezed and took a meal. Alfred finishes his meal and jumps into Yelena's lap.

"... surprised"

"I'm surprised, too. I never thought I'd regret losing so much."

Yelena strokes Alfred's head quietly as he buries his face in his knees. It's about Yelena and Ark who know it that he shows weakness. Only she can expose the unrivalled in this way has shown worse ugliness in a corner of the world.

"Normally, we all go through this."

"I've lost a lot, too."

"Really? I haven't seen much of it"

"I lost to Palomides. Even Mr. Ark is losing a lot. I lost to the assassin, and to Mr. Zeno, Mr. Kike. Strachez would have lost to Master Lydiane. I didn't think I'd regret it so much then, but now, my intestines are going to snap."

"Pablo, who?

"... Friends"

"I want to see you"

"Definitely not. It's hot, him."

"Then I'll stop."

Yelena knows. This boy is never as strong as everyone thinks he is. My mind is more delicate than my body is delicate. I live desperately eating up my teeth. Everything I have ever seen stands as those scattered directly or indirectly by them continue to whisper to him that they want his help.

Broken body and mind. At that time, it was weakness that asked for respite. My mind knows it's not enough, I need some great souvenir, a journey to look for it, etc. I wanted to continue this journey a little longer. I wanted to extend my back time.

But the respite is shredding steadily.

"... Hey, Al"

"What? Yelena"

"I've read a lot of books since I came to Garnia, but medical care over here is to the extent that I've grown hair in private therapy, and that's funny, but not really, I haven't. The most advanced was Almia, but that's also a lot of knowledge from a few generations ago in Nederks."

"... dissatisfied?

"A little. Al's studying a lot, but I'm just gonna leave him alone."

"That's not true. I'm stalled, too."

"It doesn't look that way to me. Hey, Al. Where is Garnia going next? Do you have new knowledge there? Just a little lately, I think."

Alfred stumbles silently. I think she fumbles as she strokes that head. That's a really strange relationship, he said.

King and doctor eggs to each other. Life could not have overlapped.

There were overlapping paths that could not overlap.

That's bound to go bankrupt one day. As long as we follow each other's own ambitions.

"Me, I'm gonna be a doctor for the rest of my life."

"Then I will be king"

"" P, haha ""

And they're both there together, understanding it.

Very strange, very disconnected relationship.

It is a foam dream.

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"You're tired."

"Oh, really, it's a good way to raise her."

Medraut was dining with his wife in his private room.

"So is the sword, but the habit of tying all things together and thinking is knocked in. You're a complete defeat to that man, even as a parent. I don't even think it's the child's happiness to be strong."

"You don't want to teach Athena much."

"That kid looks like his sister, not us, so he's better suited to keep people like me company and think about it than I teach him. If I can do it all by myself, it'll erase the taste, right? Besides, in my current perspective, teaching war can only be used for war. Then it really doesn't make any sense."

"I see, I have no idea"

"Haha. Let's get this straight."

"Because I think that's what I'm worth."

Medraut shrugs his shoulders silently.

Meeting her was a ruined site of St. Lawrence. He gave the relieved followers a job and, for now, let them do reconstruction projects and daily chores as Arkland. When the suicide persisted and he held his head as ruler...

'Don't come to the dining room with a stinking face. Out of the way.'

"Do you know who I am?

"I don't know and I'm not interested."

I met a woman who cooked everyone's meal with bright red hair all together. A former believer in St. Lawrence, yet she was silently performing her duties. At that time when all sorts of misfortunes were overlapping, her work appearance calmed me down.

Besides, I cook better than anything else. With pikaichi.

"You're still a good cook."

"That's my worth, too."

"My temper has remained the same. I don't suppose he'd be very happy to hear that your dish is Garnia One, but now, can he taste the dish properly?

"I made it as usual. And then it will be your personal preference."

"No, no, no, no, I just thought I wouldn't be able to afford to taste the food"

"Did you pull out the bully?

"You don't listen well. It's cute, cute. People here have the strength to win. Otherwise, it's surprisingly okay to lose. Frustrations and misery can be tolerated if there are pillars. He's not used to getting snapped there. If you don't have the knowledge, you'll be damned. I haven't had that kind of contact with my father in a long time. As far as I can tell, the only loss is Lydiane, but if I'm in that woman's shoes, I'll make some difference in my knowledge of prequel Strachez research, and one scale closes the curtain without even exposing it. I won't give you a real defeat."

"Why?

"It's obvious that you're going to be the enemy of the future. Unless you put a collar on your hand, you can't inspire her if she's in a position."

It is obvious that I am not used to that remorse either. That's the same, I think Medraut. There have been several occasions where I am even hiccups now. Don't fail to absorb even that early with each overlap of opposing stations.

There is an endless application in the repository of knowledge.

"When I get there, I'm not going to fight anymore, so I'm going to teach you kindly. It doesn't end with knowledge. It's the strength of this place."

Hey, and Medraut pointed to his temple.

"Then it'll be my distraction, too."

"Right. Because they live like they did back then."

"... haha, right. I loved war."

It was always those days that floated behind the brain of the man who supported Arkland.

War after war. I learned the illusion that the larger the size, the greater my body would be. My hands and legs stretch out and I fight as if I filled the horizon.

It's also with the monsters who stand in the same realm.

The art of drawing with a person's life. They recognize themselves as impersonal. On top of that, they draw war with their egos.

Beautiful, precise, vermilion colored hell paintings.

"Well, what kind of war shall we paint tomorrow"

Laurencia changed the man. The days of battle made the man understand himself.

And the talk of life with the good enemies turned him into a monster.