Tower of Karma

A sword and sword to befriend.

Alfred and Medraut were confronted with swords, not on the board. Clearly a dirtier offense than the one I showed you the other day. Strike and change from the battle that was about to lead you to a beautiful end as it flowed, disobeying both sides, deceiving and fighting each other in a muddy way.

There they saw the battlefield.

"Yes, yes. You don't have to feel comfortable because you're older. In your case, it's time to get it. It won't arrive forever, will it? If you're serious about trying, go over it now!

It doesn't engage, it doesn't engage. Don't let them grasp the intent, let them grasp the intent of fishing bait. But they don't feed on each other easily.

gaze, sword tip, force to hold hands, toe behavior, standing position.

The more I look at it, the more my thoughts are stretched.

This is the sword of Knight Medraut. The fold of the King's Council once, a reasonable sword obtained by being defeated by the White Knight. That's what I am, to this day. I wasn't going to think of anything special like returning that encounter, but I still think about that all the time today.

The eyes that were looking at all the meat looked at the whole thing, including the topography that regained the overlook. After I cut off their sword, I assembled it within me, and the arrogance I was trying to apply to them also disappeared. Regardless, it is best to do so if it is the person that makes sense.

Manipulate the opponent, reduce the burden and defeat him. He will need the skill.

But the person it doesn't make sense to may also come out of here first. That's when the habit stays creepy and you can't win anything you can.

Once he was about to lose it, which was his nature, he regained it against Medraut in this land. Until then if you lose it if it's just nature.

But I won't forget what I once had on my own.

(Come on, the power of hundreds of battles, show me!

A flash of medlaut temper. It's a really angry story, but after I gave up that path, the blood of the Knight King appeared on the table, and I could also hold a rigid sword that didn't match my physique. What a teethy thing, then, to be able to say it outweighs the boy in front of you clearly.

But I'm not willing to lose my hand. It doesn't make sense if you go beyond what you mean.

Alfred got it in perfect position, but still collapses.

It is the kindness of being a medlaut that does not miss it. Tell them by blaming them. This is your gap, your sweetness.

Duplicate strikes. Everyone expected the end of the battle.

"Koo."

Seeing a completely disintegrated posture, Medraut let go of his contenders. Cut from the upper section, which the Knight King specializes in. In a position where the opponent cannot receive, he sinks with a sword of power that tramples on each other's receiving. It's too much. The knight tries to stop us.

The boy emits a pale atmosphere.

(You idiot. Why should I shy away from someone who's stronger than me?)

That cut-off cuts the sky, and everyone goes out of line.

Out of a collapsed position, a situation in which he fell off his back without doing anything, Alfred let the trajectory of the slash, its side, be shot through with his sword tip. The tip of the sword captured the belly of Medraut's sword without dimension, and an unlikely impact easily altered the sword's orbit.

Another stunt from there. Using the impact of striking the sword, rotate the body in the air, strike the hand of those who do not have the sword into the ground and lift the body with recoil, and manage to place the body in control by supporting it with one hand with the feet reassembled intact.

And with his body facing back, he had a sword on the throat of the medlaut behind him. A sword that couldn't have arrived in that position if it hadn't been foreboded by a strike down. I can't see if I created my own predicament or survived it with an add-on.

A grin full of peeps. The boy was taking back the immovable, iron mask.

Misty Ether. It was successfully used.

"Brilliant."

"Thank you"

Nature and the knights were applauding the too vivid settlement. Alfred won the battle for the strength of Medraut. A boy, not even twenty years old, beat the top samurai in Garnia's strongest class, no, even in Laurencia.

That is just a feat and enough events to hunch a new era.

"-But you're a parent and a child. One last blow, it looked just like Mr. Ark."

"Ugh. Is that true? Wow, that sucks."

"Haha. Isn't that nice?"

"Absolutely not."

Even after the settlement, there is not one unpleasant atmosphere flowing. Whether you win or lose, you just won't waver at a single victory. Inside, even if you thought so, you shouldn't disclose it if you're standing up there. Joy, remorse, it's all at the bottom of the mask.

"How did Lord Alfred get so strong in this short period of time? Is that what we can do?

I can't stand it and a young knight asks Alfred.

A man, the master, opened his mouth on behalf of Alfred with a troubled face.

"It's common for samurai to turn into warriors. But that's the story ahead of the pile, and it's absolutely impossible for someone who hasn't piled up to turn into one in a few days. If you want to change, you should make an effort to match it. I don't call it hard work to just wave a sword at a dark cloud and do my routine."

In the dark he speaks out. You can't do this right now.

"... Yes. I will refine."

"Make sure you work hard."

Votigan knights. Many of them left on this side did not like Medraut. Maybe we have strength, but we are strong about all the unreasonable and pointless things, and we show very little of that strength to ourselves.

"Well, shall I point you to one last battle tonight"

"I just want it!

"It's the last one, so let's have no time limit"

"Nice."

I didn't know what I was thinking. I still don't know.

Still, I learned the power of Knight Medraut in my battle with Alfred. Though full of uncertainty, he is worthy to be honored in the powerful Garnia.

It was only obvious.

So...

"... this is my room?

At night, the knights were pushing into the king's private room in Medraut.

"I understand!

"Do you normally come into the king's room without permission?

"Impossible!

"But you did."

"Yes!"

"On your own initiative?

"Yes!"

Foolishly, without shame, they came to learn at their will. Kings and knights, because beyond what they should be, they really want to know.

"Ku, ku, ha, ha! Fine, fine, it's not going to decrease, and you can watch it as you like. I don't think it's boring to see a board game between two guys, but if I thought you guys needed one, well, isn't that okay?

In a room where the knights are stuffed with cucumbers. Hot air jumps even if I don't like it.

"Out of the way?"

"No, it sounds good"

"Well, I'll let you keep doing it."

Each other's formation is a seriously flat shape in the current Strachez. It is like the first army chess, a formation that returned to its ancestors in an era when there were no early formations.

I don't show them what I want to do. Do not expose information.

"" Please ""

At that moment, the mysterious awesomeness was spreading indoors throughout Britannia.

The atmosphere exactly corresponds to the Lord of this Demon Castle. The opposing boy also creates another atmosphere that is not worthy of his age. That's why it stands out, man's beauty.

"Speaking of which, I didn't show 'me' because all I did was imitate things, so I thought I'd show it to you for the last time. I'll let you win and run."

A man who continued to support Arkland in the heart of Laurencia. That history of war is never glorious. There were many victories, but many defeats at the same time. There will be a line in the history book, whether it will be listed or not, to that extent.

"It was a good time. It was a time when a general like me was ready."

They say it easily. He says it's natural to hold down all the military laws like those on the table. He's a creature who says it's the starting line. How hard it is to chew them up, flat out and beat many into soldiers.

How gutsy he was in sometimes losing a soldier in battle. Alfred sees it over the medlaut of stripping.

Calmly unfolds while releasing the pressure of suitability to this castle. While suppressing enemy allies, the general is extremely sober evidence. In this commonplace, they have fought.

In a world where thickness is normal,

"Really, it was a good time. I'm sorry about your sister."

Battlefield malice, full of bloody smelly air. The source of the smell was created by the battlefield, which became chaotic in the middle of the war.

But the truth is, no. This is not on the board, but the air produced by the two fingers. The pawns are their hands and feet, what they represent their intentions.

"Because so much, war is beautiful!

Those who loved war and were loved by war. There was only one thing I could draw between the compassionate monsters. Art that can only be understood between those with the same perspective. A work of art that uses a person's life without ever riding a history book, without ever being able to leave it for future generations.

In times of peace, there is no point in losing your place. The more I see the medlaut of peeling, the more I know. His greed can only be satisfied in war. You can only fill yourself with the glow of stripping lives exploding. Strachez and other comforts. An economic war, a diplomatic battle, becomes the only alternative for them.

Whether it's the same struggle or the same principle, it can't replace the desire to paint on a canvas called the earth using paint called direct human life, blood tide.

So he sealed himself up to Garnia. Because in the times to come, I understood that no man of distorted nature like myself should take the lead.

The darkness of those who have taken the lead in the world of war.

It's because they're suppressing it.

"... strong"

He is a true man of strength. Even if we lose one-on-one, we are not willing to lose in the war. The clasp gave birth to a rolling pointer. Play imitating war, still coming through.

Obsession with war and immense pride.

"We lost."

"Thank you very much. This is the way it is."

Quasi-stars, the second ones that will be buried in history called so. Only the best hands shine in history. Again, Alfred learns. The thickness of history.

"It was really, really strong"

Medraut laughs bitterly at Alfred's words.

"Yeah, well, all of us thought about it once, if it's flat handed. But, you know, the results are everything. Your father, who repeatedly pulled it all off the board, was stronger than us who stuck to the battlefield. We're not that strong. I think that's the truth about the battlefield."

"That's not true!

"You shouldn't bend the facts. We are the losers. There may be a part to learn, but just imitating it just creates a second and third loser."

Hiraku Medraut sends his gaze to the knights.

"The one who always breaks through comes from outside recognition. If you want to conquer a man who conquered the battlefield from the outside of the battlefield, perhaps the answer is not on the battlefield. Therefore we cannot beat him for eternity. I'm not even willing to win. 'Cause we want a war."

Alfred doesn't understand. There's a reason why someone so good doesn't want the outside. But I wouldn't even cut it off because I don't understand.

Because people are diverse and I'm sure they should be.

"Then what if Medraut of Britannia beats the White King?

"Listen to me now and shake it?

"For your information, I've heard what you're saying. 'Cause Master Medraut said he wasn't motivated even if he came up with it."

"... uh, will it? Hmm, well, honestly, I can't think of any, but you're not going to look in Laurencia. Well, Garnia, then... you're not going to be too spiffy."

"Inside, can't you win?

"Had it not been for Taylor, I guess it would have been a battle. At least inside that one with the White King won't even be a battle in the economic war. Now, after Taylor in Laurencia, the overall Chamber of Commerce continues to grow, but it's not the best way to do it."

"Oh, yeah."

A giant chamber of commerce that has had its own seats. Laurentian males who continue to be enlarged, enter all areas and ravage the market against the backdrop of overwhelming financial power.

Logistics network stretched all over the world. We can flush every thing without wasting it, thereby reasonably cutting costs and slamming violent estimates for ordinary chambers of commerce. It is no longer equal to a natural disaster for a merchant.

"If you do something about it, if you peel it off, there's a slight chance you'll eat it."

For a moment, Nicola's face appeared in the back of her brain.

(Oh, all I'm willing to do is play the Abacus and get bounced back without question)

It will be lightly drafted.

"There is no way we can strip Taylor, who has to go beyond the White King's assumptions, even partially. I have to fly long enough to try to get answers outside of Laurencia. Wouldn't it be funny if we went over the desert for a while? Reckless."

Medraut to laugh off.

It sinks into the chair without hesitation.

"... outside"

But there was another solution floating behind Alfred's brain. If we are to exceed the Father's assumptions, if we are to seek a way to exceed the Father, it is fitting to take off under his influence.

And the boy had already got that tip.

It's not a reckless situation. It's not even a deal.

"Well, good luck with that. I had a lot of fun fighting you."

"Yes, so am I."

Medraut and Alfred, there is only a view between them. Sympathy only between those who stood on the same horizon.

"You'll be fine."

Medraut to sneeze and stroke Alfred's hair.

"Oh, thank you"

Perplexed to say thank you for now, Alfred. Looking at it, Medraut pulled a smile in where no one could see him.

(You're okay. The question is, what is that man thinking? I think that's the case I should identify. You should enjoy your trip to Garnia a little more)

What are you going to do with this boy?

What intentions are you traveling with?

In my identification, I could not find the intention of the Knight King in the boy. But Medraut knows. I'm not old enough to pretend I don't know.

I never had any intention of that man. It all makes sense.

Know it and eliminate it if necessary.

Medraut believes that its identification and execution is an adult role.