Tower of Karma

"Why!? Why do we have to fight!

"That's the Heavenly Fate! It's fate! I have not spoken once, my lord. Sir, we don't have knights ahead of us! A warrior becomes just a soldier, and pride does not disappear with dew! How can the Knight King see it!

I felt incredible. That's what he didn't even think of as dew, such as when he was thinking about it. Ark understands himself, and he holds me back. There was no reason to be sure.

"What did you see at Dawn End? What did you find out in Estado? And what did you think when you saw these pathetic people who had flown into this Garnia?

The pressure of the arc increases.

"So did the arena, and I invited them to show Sir the fighters who had no choice but to live as spectacles. Apparently, I didn't really touch Sir's harp line."

"Oh, that's..."

"No matter where you go, Sir is the son of the White Knight. Fully understood. I was raising Sir to fight the White Knight and try to regain the world of war, but that's it too. Let me show you this, because in Sir's eyes they were not the object of salvation!

The atmosphere trembles. The wrath of the Knight King, so much hatred that it trembles.

He never showed himself against anyone's path from the beginning. But it didn't have to be. It's not like I had no idea.

I shouldn't be involved, so far he has kept his mouth shut.

"I love the object that Sir and others trump. If you are, you must fight!

The words so far are fake hearts and minds.

The new era has gone too far for the Knight King Ark of Garnias. Times lag around, two weeks, around, the true meaning of a man who has tied his mouth, his hands, everything, using himself as an old man. Maybe they're right. I guess I won because I was right.

Now, I was told to die because I was right.

"You won't pull out your sword? Or do you think you can beat me without a hand?

I don't necessarily offer myself in silence.

A rapidly changing world, whose distortions gave birth to the Dawn End, no, required the Dawn End. Without that, the world would have been in a havoc of enclosing many sparks everywhere. If you harbour it with force, you will give birth to new distortions.

Garnia today is also a mechanism for this purpose.

"I'm proud."

Is that the right way? Isn't it just a temp?

The arc now shows...

"Ah."

It is the weeping of those who are refused to live in a corner.

The acceleration of force, the conversion of power into speed, and the rush out with so much destruction that the earth can decide. Never seen it in archaeology, beastly destructive progression.

Simple cuts that add momentum.

Alfred gets pulled out of that blow, just careless.

reflexively rolled out abode technique. The fastest slaughter that exceeds the limit to accommodate the opponent's destructive power and fits in the rear. I don't have a hand because I don't have a heart.

But...

"Gu!?

It was Alfred who blew it up. The ability to blow away a sword that was somewhat sweet, but also energetic.

Alfred's unknown arc. The Knight King's main office, which only some ancient ginseng really know of on this occasion. After the Great Votigan left, by the time the young man had made his war history and formed a huge coalition, everyone called him this with their mouths together.

"Garnia's strongest" and.

"Did you pull it out? Okay, here we go!

"Mr. Ark!?

The speed and power that tremendous destruction produces. The sword to be wielded has no special ingenuity, but every blow is heavy, and the wielding is sharp and lacking. It was a giant body, but it swung through compactly, conveying without excess of power, and bottoming up more destructive power.

There is no waste in connecting moves either. There is no novelty, but it is too different compared to swords that were usually shown in archaeology with large swings, flashy, and gaps.

This is the Knight King, the arc on the battlefield, on the battlefield.

Excellent sword talent and exceptional physical ability. An olfactory sense of rare victory to tactical understanding across a certain line. No matter how powerful your eyes are, you have to get to the answer quickly in a fluid and changing battlefield. Not if it's one-on-one.

He had the sense to use it.

No, more importantly, he was using it in the field, which is unusual.

Because those eyes only exert their power in advance preparation.

"I'm sorry, but if it's a war, we can't add or subtract."

Young knights, even the generations of Medraut and others who could no longer call them that, remembered the wars not small to the onslaught of the Knight King. The defeated general, those who do not know him in action, can only judge the arc by the record.

Regardless, I didn't think it was mediocre because there was an anecdote left before I went outside, but who could imagine, such as so much power left to the faint legend?

Fast, strong. A strong man who simplifies. I thoroughly drain waste on it.

Natural Enemy for Alfred.

"Pride destroys itself. An affront rusts itself"

"Well, I wasn't following you."

"So what's that wolf? Did you think there was such a big difference between Kike and me? I don't know Dino, but Che and I were known for our rigidity."

Knight king in a place of battle. It looks as huge than an entity as Kike.

The pressure, the tremendous heat,

"... I see this is your father on the battlefield"

A great fire, reminiscent of Apollonia, burns the world.

"So far, have you been out of your hands?

There was a weak grin on Alfred's face. Facts I don't want to believe. If everything had been structured from the beginning and you had adjusted and arched to be able to dispose of it with your own hands when you decided you couldn't use it, all those days would be a lie.

The emotion of the first time we saw the desert for no reason, the relief of meeting again through hell, if everything from where it was, was false.

"It is my answer now!

"... it"

There was no longer an iron wall grin in Alfred's appearance. The mask collapsed, and beneath it swayed weak. He was on the table. My father and mother lied all the time, and without the lie of a prince, I would never have come close, my lying friends, if this man had betrayed me...

"How dare you deceive me!

The roar of the beast. Hearing that faintly distorts Ark's appearance.

I don't have any plans in the back of my brain. It's the most dangerous condition for a boy named Alfred, Thought Suspension. Betrayed, hurt, it all seemed stale.

This journey made no sense. If you think so...

"I'll kill you. Wow!

Love is the front and back. The deeper it is, the deeper it becomes when it flips. A boy hungry for love got it, and it was taken.

And at the hands of the tenacious person I gave him.

Alfred rushes out, turning into a red flash. Unlocking the limiter that externalizes the limits of the flesh. This time, madness made me go beyond the pain.

"... you idiot"

Medraut sees Alfred piercing and spills pompously.

It is the pinnacle of stupidity, such as hitting those who excel in power with it. I wouldn't understand that, Alfred. It was so deep this time.

I have feelings for Ark. Enough to make you throw away your thoughts.

"Aah!

And then a knight king's blow blew them all away. Alfred dances through the universe fast enough to break a knight forming a circle. fly rather than.

"Something like this?"

Even if he gambles his whole life to keep building his flesh, the difference he won't bury forever. It would be an attempt to defeat the opponent's strengths with his own weaknesses.

Impossible. Everyone thinks so.

"... Al"

"I can't do this anymore. Sorry, Yelena. I can't. I thought there was a truth, so I was stomping on it, but, no, that's it. So, if it's all a lie, what's the point of me fighting it? My father, my mother, my friends, no one would believe me."

Yelena was rushing over by Alfred, who was blown away and fell down. Athena can only stare at it. The weakness of a boy who shined so bright, had nothing to worry about, thought he had it all.

No one can say anything. He is a boy who is not even twenty.

Zero tears represent the magnitude of pain. Those who knew him were likely to turn away from the magnitude of his love, to purity.

Still the only one...

"I'm here"

"... but even you leave me"

"That's the same for you. Stay next door, you're only far away. I'm the same as Al. I hate sickness, but not all patients are loving, and I don't think I can love them. I'm a liar too. But I'm not lying about just one thing. I will fight alongside you."

"... Huh?

"Because I found out that continuing to fight means continuing to stand next to Al. Mine, that's what I really want. Al, no?

"... no"

In another way, Alfred was about to overflow with tears. All this time, I have what I've been looking for right in front of me. And I thought that was something that would disappear from before me one day. But it's not. Even if it is apart, no, it is apart that we neighbor each other.

The two are those who move on. Who keeps going. Unless one of you stops walking, there's no way that's going to break up. Even God can't tear it apart, because it's just the two of us.

"I'm so happy about that."

Me, too.

Alfred rises again. I wet my tears, I stand on my feet properly.

"Take a good look at the arc. I don't think the trip between the three of us was a lie."

"Thank you, Yelena. Mood, will you let me in?

"Dong."

Everywhere is faceless, and the words spoken are cold somewhere. But Alfred knows. the heat of that hand, the passion behind her eyes.

Above all, the 'pain' that burst into my back reminded me.

He said he wasn't alone.

"Aren't you a little too strong?

"Because I'm aware. If you don't die, I'll cure you, including that."

"... it's really good to see you"

Alfred turns his feverish grin to her, and wears a cold king's grin, an iron wall mask. King of comedy, this confusion also brings up stories again.

The hilarious king gently returns to the circle.

"Are you ready to the point where you can't go back without the woman's help?

"You know what, man?"

In that statement, Gangran said, "Ha ha!," he grinned with a belly. Euphemia was laughing bitterly too. Medraut and other bats look bad.

Sometimes if love drives people crazy, then love shows people the right way.

"On this journey I came across a lot of things. And that's what you gave me. Lies or true, I'll eat them all and move on. So..."

Alfred is shallow as "Koo," but in his deep breath, he rotates his thoughts fully and calculates his defense with his opponent at a dizzying rate of a branched future.

The moment you reach what can also be called a prediction of the future.

"Thank you"

A pale and sober atmosphere was released. There's also gold mixed in there.

"No thanks, etc. There is no shaking in my victory!

Arc looming again with explosive acceleration. But now Alfred won't shake either. Instead of falling backwards, dare crush between lukening forward.

"What was the pride?

It is the belly of the sword that is captured at the tip of the sword. As he sank in, he let him poke it to soften up from the bottom. It is a stunt close to impossible, such as capturing a sword with an incredible destructive power and speed that brings the roar together.

"Noo!?

"The insult, huh!?

Alfred stops trying to put an inevitable pursuit on the disfigured arc. The sinking causes blunt pain in the overloaded knee, which interrupts the concentration.

(Not good, just that one earlier, already, my knee)

"Nooo!

A massive wave of force from a collapsed state. It would be unfair if I did it, but if Ark did it, it would be a full attack.

Capture the 'machine' without using it's feet and distance themselves from each other as they distract themselves with their swords.

"... not that I don't need it. It's a guide, and you know what, split it it."

Alfred instantly splits his thoughts in his head.

I separated the compartment that signals normal pain from pain.

Now the pain will not interfere with concentration. No, it's not technically gone, and it would be more preferable if it were complete.

Perhaps in the future, I will continue to fight this pain. You'll need to get used to it within the moment. To keep fighting without shaking even in pain.

"... it's finished."

"Isn't it? You led me this far."

"Now, I'm sorry"

"It's pathetic. Because it looks real."

For a moment, Ark became the look of being poked into the void, but quickly put back on the Knight King's mask and face Alfred again.

Both, no longer lost.