Tower of Karma

One boy got a loss at the end of the world.

And the journey between the three of us ends, and they leave Garnia for the next step.

A journey to the parting ways. A determined journey of the end.

In the meantime, the world was alive and well.

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Ivan Bursiek and Sans Ross get their share of each other.

"Who are you to deceive the name of my Lord!?

"My lord?

"Dear Suns. That kid's pretty good, too."

"Oh, you're surrounded strong, too. But it doesn't matter now."

Black swordsman, Sans Ross stares at Ivan.

The people surrounding the pressure sweat cold, but Ivan continues to stand unwavering.

"You know Alfred von Arcadia?

"Oh. I gained certainty with that question. You know and cheat the Golden Knight?

"... because I'm free. Sooner or later, when I see it again, I'm going to identify it, but so far, it's my main candidate. Therefore, it is foiled"

"... you too, Master Alfred."

"I don't have the muscles to line up with you."

"Now."

Suns saw Ivan's confident grin. Perhaps it is not what seeps itself out of the martial arts. There are also quite openings when it comes to force.

Then I guess it's at the source of that confidence, the group behind it.

"What do you dedicate to him?

"Force and financial power. That's why I set up the Chamber of Commerce. Staffing Chamber."

"Human resources, dispatch. I see, interesting."

Suns realised Ivan's intentions and changed his perception that he was a man who could be used for his strength. How for-profit organizations in times of peace gather force extremely naturally.

That's the answer he gave.

Ivan launched his own chamber of commerce with a loan from the Bulseek Chamber of Commerce. In this time of peace, it was also burdensome for the nobility to continue to bring in private soldiers at all times, and it was the large number of people who wanted to reduce their labour costs. Gap industry that poked at it.

It is the Chamber of Commerce for Staffing. Chamber of Commerce to lend force if necessary. I can only get people for situations when they need them by getting in between. Higher education by Ivan and Hannah was also provided to samurai affiliated with the Chamber of Commerce, covering an even wider range of demands by tailoring them to human resources capable of escorting and sidelining nobles.

But the purpose of the burgeoning Ivan is to publicly secure force, all of which forms an armed group that Alfred is free to pull out.

I can't do that either, and if it's possible and profitable, I have no complaints.

"... there is something glowing. Load the drill. Soon there will be a way to rendezvous."

"Should I wish so or not, sooner or later,"

The man who is fascinated by the light of the boy is not the same as the man who expects the boy's potential.

But I had a feeling they were all over their chests again.

Companions, enemies, I don't know yet.

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They were in hell where a species named Ningen, which could only live as a beast, was trekking beyond the Great Mountains that divided the bottom of southern Estard.

"... Grr!? What an ugly sound."

It was Orpheus, a blind spear, who distorts his face. To oppose is a beast where everything is different except a race that represents madness all over its body. I don't feel like I'm dealing with the same heartbeat, breath, and man as a starving beast. Information coming into your ears, and the touch you poked at with a spear.

"Gigaa!"

"Being pierced, you say!?

The sound, the vibration, makes me nauseous.

"You have to kill him."

Yeah. The sound of the meat crushing, the sound of the bones crushing, the sound of the wind cutting to make it all go away. No, I don't know if I can call this a wind cut sound. It's like crushing the air. An overwhelming destructive force that doesn't even donate madness.

"He's just like that kid over there. He's got good muscles. But the people here don't die pretty, so let's just kill them off. If you crush your head, you'll die."

Kike Campeador wields this stick and wreaks a storm of destruction.

The flesh is dancing and the guts are disturbed.

Beside Kike ravaging his enemies alone, two young warriors at once, both on the side of the allies, were fighting with their faces distorted. I volunteered for a proselytizing soldier to be strong. I needed a dead place to be strong. But this was too much to imagine.

"Sleep well. Wow!

Normally, he would have taken a blow to his chin that he would have passed out. Note that the beast attacks with a sprinkle of covetousness. I also have a tight leg. You're not supposed to be able to move, but you do.

"Fuck, that's it!

Stepping on the earth with Don, fistman Raul grinds his face with his fist. Overdefense, with their heads crushed, their bodies try to move forward.

"Oh, my God, this is..."

"Raul!"

This is a battlefield with no rules. There is not one well-behaved warrior like Laurencia. It's worse to be ambushed or something. If Orpheus hadn't broken in, Raul, who showed the gap, was dead. But I can't afford to be drooling about that fact.

"Lord Kike is dealing with the enemy boss over there."

"They're both monsters. It won't sound good when people make it, this."

"Yeah. But not now"

"I know. We have to deal with these guys."

Orpheus and Raul stand on their backs.

"'Why did you?!?

Together, the roots are different for the same reason. Seeing Alfred that day made them want strength. That's how it got to this hell.

"Huh, Ron, look at that! I'm one of a kind!

A bunch of madness. Whether meat rips or bones break, they have always kept themselves in an environment of eating or being eaten. They are born limiters loose. By hunger, the individual physical levels are higher on the Laurentian side, but their strength easily outweighs the difference.

The meat chops a thousand and the bones snap up.

Blind spears smile while distorting their faces.

"The world is still ugly. I've seen a lot of things away from the land, but the world is so dirty that the beasts here and so on are adorable. Those two should be protected! With my hands."

Ningen, a man-eater who has survived in an environment with nothing to eat. No learning, no wisdom. They keep throwing themselves on the battlefield of eating or being eaten by madness.

Deal with such monsters.

"" I'll kill you!

We have to be monsters ourselves.

It's all for our own ego.

"Gi?"

"Oh, even the beast cares. No, because it's a beast, I wonder."

A giant body that still antagonizes with all the help of Kike. Kike shakes his head saying he doesn't even want to think about how much protein he can eat to keep his gigantic body in this environment.

It would be a monster. There are only monsters in this land.

"Not yet, Xena, no!

To exfoliate the fangs, Kike Campeador also exposes his true nature.

The feast of the monsters is still going on.

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The king capital of the kingdom of Valhor is a shipping city facing the sea. Relay point where ships are used to connect mainly Garias and Estado by sea. But relay point, but relay point. If things are difficult by land and also by sea, it shows the same prosperity from the time of San Baltic.

One man came back there. The black costume has a glimmer of glance.

He is the son of a wolf raised by the sea.

"Whoa, Fenris boy, welcome home. No."

"Your Highness, Master Skoll."

"Give me my right arm back and I'll put as much on it as you want."

"I'm sorry, but I'm not willing to give it back. Times are the sea. And this man only lives at sea. You don't want Hattie in the first place. The skipper."

"Absolutely."

A man called Hattie, who dresses more beautifully in military uniform than anyone else on this occasion, glimpses and smiles at Skoll. Skoll grins the same way.

"Who pulled it off, well, no. So, did you enjoy the chase with Vike? There was a lot going on over here."

"Sort of. Mostly it was like I had hair on my cunt, but some of them were pretty good at it. I didn't throw away Vike, either."

"Then what is it that calls the people of the sea a cuss?"

"I'm a genius. I'm not looking for a first prize. He's a cunt. So archery, hang out. Things have been going really well lately, Cass."

"Can't Hattie do that?"

"The sword is cass. You're not looking for a first prize, are you?

"I'm not aiming either."

"Kamato Bun. It's time to get him serious. Don't run away, okay?

Skol laughs bitterly at the tingling atmosphere.

Originally talent was out of digits. It is also a great deal of heart that continues to challenge the overwhelming wall of Father. There was also the education of the mothers, and the same generation had no enemies.

But something changed when I got here.

Obviously, it's gaining strength. And he seemed scared of something.

Slight, faint signs. Grow up, or...

"I saw a bunch of guys from your generation at Dawn End. Seriously, I think some good sen. But what was exceptional was a sign of golden..."

Fenris' eyes gleam. Skoll looked at it and said, "Uh, did I hit you? Ah," I was horrified inside, but I still couldn't help but excite him.

"Alfred von Arcadia"

"Cunt. You're not talented. Most important to a warrior, this one!

Fenris boasts his advantage by fisting his own 'body'.

"Oh, I knew it."

I was obviously conscious. I really don't care. I don't remember this guy's name or anything. I have excellent memory of those who are competent for that matter.

"What?

"Fine. Shall we do it? Seriously."

Skoll's eyes open thinly. A genuine gaze with little or no such thing as being directed at me. Heavenly Lion, I am the Father, this skipper can only be serious in his archery with them.

Fenris laughs that he's finally here.

"Ah! Your brother's been threaded."

The presence that undoes such an atmosphere of urgency has assaulted.

"Gee!? Her Royal Highness."

Skoll further narrows his fine eyes to explore his way out of trouble.

"Wow, Hattie."

Fenris offered Hattie, his right arm, before her.

"Dear Hattie!?

The poor maiden flies handsome with an acceleration as the wolf does.

"Fe, scovo ol!?

The master who offered him disappears already, and Skoll quickly escapes again. As a result, he was pushed by a maiden who inherited legitimate blood in this country, nearly spitting out all sorts of things, yet man Hattie, smiling and piercing a gentleman's response.

The people of Valhall break up with the hustle and bustle that rolls in the royal palace.

Busy people are back, he said.

"With that said, what about your mother?

"For wild use that way. Well, it seems to be rotten."

"What the hell?

Fenris clenches his neck as he flees his belly sister.

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A lonely village once located in Garias. There was a mysterious house further around the corner.

A difficult place to approach where grass is everywhere and odors can get in.

There appeared a visitor who had recently ceased to be uncommon.

"I'm developing a disciple, so you're not free!

To push it back, the village doctor, Yulan Keel, greets the visitors with a stick that shreds the herbs. I don't even wonder what it's like as a doctor to be willing to beat down.

"... you've changed a lot, Yulan"

Yulan looks at the visitor and drops the stick.

"... Nika? Oh, my hair."

"When are you talking to me? I've always had short hair."

"And how to talk."

"You're disillusioned, Gali study boy."

"Ha, don't lick it. As you can see, passing the defect, floater, you're surprised I'm the one step ahead of you with the short hair and the man speaking Nika!... Are you sure it's Nika?

"You must be surprised!

"Well, there's a gap between memories, too intense"

"I'm surprised we're alive. They both get out of the house and do whatever they want, so it's an incredible story from that time on. So, just to be honest, it's the same as the people who've been here lately. I want your arm in El Touré."

"Why are you imitating them like you're the queen of a country when you're with that man?" Whose money is it? "

"Airhardt von Arcadia. He said he didn't have enough doctors with both arms and reason. I've collected all the kids standing on my arms, but my balance is about to collapse with all the guys trampling and vandalizing my contraindications fine. Desire someone who can hold the reins around it."

"Did the guys at Marcia sell my information? It makes sense for all sorts of people to come to such a despicable place."

"For surgery, Marcia's grandfather confessed that the Keel kid was missing about three heads while the Black Knight forced him to. Then you're dead later, with all your heart."

"Damn, so you chose me for all the chasing back without even listening? Did you even run for office?

"You idiot. Don't mock those two. Even Marcia's people have been asked to buy connections that they barely know about. When it comes to medicine, Valhall is a backward country, and if they say it's for future relationships, I can't say no."

"Eh, Eh, Eh, Eh. I heard rumors."

"El Touré's balancer, whatever you say, sounds good, but that's just a mastermind. Besides, it's bad in nature, it's too bad because it's all behind the scenes."

Nika sighed as she thought of the airhardt to 'request' with a full grin. I was wondering if the Queen would do the work for your country.

"I get the offer. But I can't yet. It's a lonely village but there are people. There were a lot of injuries that were piling up, but now there are more sick people. How many more years is it going to take to catch the village kid and work out but make it a thing. I have some responsibilities I have undertaken. Hit the other one."

"Are you running away again?

"Aah!?

In an instant, the two become a one-touch atmosphere.

"No one without a doctor's license should see a patient"

"... now, it doesn't matter"

"Right. But it's irrevocable."

"There's probably no way to take back a medical technique."

"That's why you're talking about needing Temeye. I'm a queen, too, if you realize it. We can't just talk about this right now. A lot, I even came to cut my people off. Though it would be the responsibility of those who stand on top, those who possess power. Don't run away, from your power."

"... words, you're too dirty, you"

"Hmm. I thought it had been decades."

"Right, you're right. It's been decades."

"That's why I'm single."

"Shut up. My daughter just nested. You're super pretty, I'm freaking out."

"There's no way. Look in the mirror."

"I used to be a beautiful boy too. You're so hot."

"Ha ha, I know your old man's martial arts."

"Right. Wow. The takeover hurries. As soon as possible, we're on our way. Is that all right?

"Shh, shh. I'll leave you alone, put on your old familiar face."

Yulan laughs bitterly at that return.

"Really, everything's different back then. Little dirty little kid became king of the country Valhall, and Nika was so beautiful and clear, look at the man."

It is for the record that when his disciple stepped on and panicked about the man whose fist stood and rolled around Yulan, he fell on the stick and pulled back, creating an interesting sight where the stick hit Nika's forehead directly and the three fell down together.

"... well, I thought one day we'd have a belly-up day."

"This juicy!? What, did you say something?

In the meantime, two young people are familiar with the mystery juice that is very good for Yulan's special health. It was the first thing I did because of the shade, but when I drank it, it was even worse than I assumed and Nika gave it away. I don't see why this man is drinking plainly.

"Mm, oh, well, talk about a good meeting. A kid, still a teenager, was beaten to reality with sweet words, and still traveled to move on. If I'd seen that, I wouldn't be able to do anything about it."

"Hmm, teens, hey. I guess my kid's just as good."

"I guess. Maybe become a rival."

"Barca, our kids are made specially. That kid has two mothers. That's why he's twice as strong. That's what we brought up. And then there's a little more field of view, hey."

"It's also specially made. The White Knight."

"... whoa, what do you mean, Ola"

Nika blacks and whites her eyes in the name of the wolf's hateful enemy, the pinnacle of our own generation that suddenly appeared.

"You're a pain in the ass. I don't know where you're doing it by now. You're doing great."

A father who doesn't even think it's dew to be in a relationship he loves each other.

When I find out about it, a man's appreciation of a boy flips, that's a little further.

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A small lodging town that was in the parting ways.

Many travellers stopped by and the place, which was quite busy, was now turned into a ruin where grey debris lay. Yelena poking herself in the knee helplessly. Rarely revealing emotions, he cries, chewing on helplessness and the ruthlessness of the world.

Alfred stared quietly into his own hands with it on his side. The only surviving girl in this lodging town lying at her feet, was. Make sure its neck feels broken by hand.

"This, symptoms, I don't know. Why, if you survived, why?

"I don't even know if the disease has evolved or if there are any complications. I didn't know I was gonna regret this before I broke up with you. We're powerless."

The black spots are gray, white and defective on the extremities.

The girl who survives exposed to the fierceness of the Black Reaper is pronounced again by the White Reaper. More than incomprehensible, all Alfred could do was give him a kind word and send him to heaven with a gentle, superb grin.

"Yelena. It's time to burn it. It's not a good idea to stay too long. Imagine you. I'm heavily armed, too, but still, it's not completely preventable. Above all, we don't know about her. We spread an unknown disease as a career."

"I know!

"I don't understand! She laughed at my grin even though she knew it at the end. With a peaceful grin...... I have to draw on that thought. Is it cheap enough to waste in here? Yelena Keel's ambitions are!

"... sorry, myself, because I stand"

A miracle was in front of me. Accommodation Town Only one survivor. He was beginning to recover from all the protection he could afford.

Its arrow tip, the medical condition changed, and the miracle darkened the despair more.

"If I had taken that hand, it could have been a life I could have saved,"

While standing in the abyss of despair, I still can't offer her my hand. It is an act of treading on her path, and its sweetness has been thrown away in Garnia.

"We say goodbye here. You should stay away from people until you make sure they don't show symptoms. I'll do the same. I just wanted to say goodbye a little bit more."

"... it's okay. I don't want to lick each other. I'm fine."

"Wish me a good fight. Today's sacrifice feeds, and the heart, together."

"I will not forget this journey today. No matter how many times you lose, no matter how many times you win, never. Goodbye, Alfred Ray Arcadia. I've always loved you."

There was no weakness in Yelena's appearance as she rose forcefully.

"Permanently. I'll never forget you today."

The flames rise again. Small lights, new despair created by miracles. Whatever the Creator thinks, whatever his intentions, he still doesn't care and can't forgive. I hate myself for throwing up every beauty while regretting everything here and now.

Finally Alfred just became alone.

And this is where it all starts.

"Assassins watching how things go, isn't it about time?

Alfred turns his gaze to the shadows. There is no warmth in those eyes.

"That boy's gotten a lot more complicated."

"Was it still you? Because the footsteps were very small."

"I'm not supposed to hear you normally."

It was the Black Star, a man from the East who emerged from the shadow of things, a former kingdom of darkness, a pawn of Nyx. Extremely small footsteps, still thin atmosphere in front of you.

"For the first time since I became strong, some things I could see. Strong, right?"

"Ha, you must be pretty strong."

"Because it's loaded up quite a bit. Do you want to fight?

"Just kidding. I tried to get my feet on a place where wolf smoke was rising, too, just in time. Then I ran into the training ground and I was on my way."

"If you don't have anything to do, why don't you help me?

"I'm expensive, huh?

"Right now, we only have about Road Bank with us. Please pay for your birth."

Alfred's position makes birth payments a little less laughable, and Black Star wasn't so dumb that he didn't know what his intentions were.

"The White King is a stone, isn't he?

"I'm going to go cover that up. I thought I'd get along with Vike first, and I'd get along with all of you on the Dark Continent next. So I need a strong pawn."

"Interesting, then."

"It's funny. Because I'm a screenwriter."

(I left it before the old master disappeared, the road to go. What did Raul's kid meet? So, I'm gonna end up back in the shadow, huh? Well, not bad.)

Hands offered by Alfred. I don't even think about being rejected.

Black Star took that hand by saying it was "free" and strong.

"It's a black star. An Eastern samurai, he also uses a little assassination. My master recently disappeared 'suddenly' and, well, it feels like I've lost my goal. I'll play with you on the fun side."

"It's Alfred Ray Arcadia. You can do anything."

"... you disgusting bastard"

"Because it's true."

arrogant golden king and a mouthless black squire. Aim north.

The curtain of the comedy, for which the king himself is in charge of the script, finally opens.

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"Bye! Why would you let a bad kid do that to you?

"My lady! Those guys, they seriously suck. We were eaten a whole cup. He disguised himself as a merchant ship, pretended to be a prey, and more importantly, fought against us Vikes in the sea, against the people of the sea. Oh, my God!

One ship floating in the sea. I didn't have a crush on a small, good-looking ship. So much so that I wonder if my peers attacked me first. All the men I put out for investigation had been restrained and rolled onto the deck. I can't even use the bow to get my hands on them when they shield me.

"You're kidding me! We're not Vikes!

"Yeah. So I came to see you. I thought we'd get along."

"You're selling it!?

"Fighting, you like it, don't you?

Alfred kicks the head of a properly restrained pirate. When I see the image of the captain of the woman on the pirate ship, I take Zhu with me. Alfred's chase made the situation decisive, saying that his beautiful face was ruined. Frontal clash to be fought with fierceness.

Only two men challenge a great pirate ship with nearly fifty combatants.

Golden knight and black fist.

"Come on, let's get the shortest."

How do they own a merchant ship that was only about the Road Bank? Why is there no other crew in the first place? It is difficult, however difficult, for a ship without a crew to come out to such waters.

There's no crew that's supposed to be there, only the two of them are here.

Now, no one asks why or cares. The pirates jump on a small commercial battle by telling the ropes to ravage the scurvy man who made the face of the pirates false. The cloth was covered, and the captives moaned.

"Let's do it, Black Star. Don't worry about scaffolding. Next I'll take that ship over there."

"Understood!"

Gold and black fist winds blow.

The king conjures the shortest. I'm not lost anymore. There are no clear engraving limits, but therefore aim for the shortest and best results in order to settle it a little faster.

Two conditions, as soon as possible, are to go beyond the White King's assumptions.

Create a legend, a miracle that will amaze everyone in Laurencia.

This is the hero Tan, not the hero Tan. The heroes weren't trying to make a story, they just happened to be stories that shook people's minds.

Alfred paves the way to create the hero Tan. This first will is not a hero. He is a plotter and screenwriter, and under his own performances, he will no longer be a dogma playing hero. That's fine. That's what you should be.

Because all his stories are spinned by reverse reckoning.

One way to go is to fulfill inheritance by love, not hate.

It is a Kingslayer.