Tower of Karma

A crowd of people pushing over to the venue. It is an amazing view because even its outside is filled with people. But the enthusiasm of the warriors at its heart is not its ratio.

"... this many, what the hell are you going to do?

"I would say the carving limit is until sunset, but the capacity would already be exceeded. Are you still going to recruit participants? What's the organizer thinking?

The young warriors are surprised.

The restrictions on participation are too loose in the first place. Under thirties, that's all. gender, background, birth, and no restrictions whatsoever on them. This will push people from all over the continent, and it will be difficult to cut them off during the tournament.

"You have too many elephants. Think about it for a second, because this is what people are like."

"It's an opportunity to raise your name."

"Precious for the younger generation, hey"

It was the Valhall force that came first, but it was quickly regretting its actions. I want to suppress each faction's good place and situation until sunset, so I tried to achieve it at an awkward speed, but what a dull move.

"Gu"

"Oh, Master Xena, she's asleep"

"I'm bored. Instead, I wonder what's been happening."

"So that's how high the heat to revenge is."

Just when the sun reached the top, there was movement in the center of the venue. One man appears at the center of the stage in graceful steps. Those who do not know its face will not be in that capacity. A man who had the right to inherit the former Arcadia throne and was defeated by the White Knight in politics from an overwhelming advantage situation. And a talented man who came to the land and kicked in bad reviews.

Airhardt von Arcadia. It is that person.

"With this huge building, voice reach is also limited"

Each one is small, but if combined with a blur, it becomes noisy. In this situation, it is impossible to deliver a single voice. I understand that from the edge.

"Still, you wouldn't bother to have one happen"

Airhardt grinned and lowered his head quietly.

To welcome a man who appears more than this...

"Silently."

The temperature of the venue definitely dropped. Even if it's just a word, a distance that's not supposed to pass, that voice definitely hits the ear and clogs the words.

"It is William von Arcadia. As soon as I accepted the role of communicating the conditions for participation in Olumpia from Airhardt here. Yes, you're not really eligible to participate yet. Three days from tomorrow, the warriors will be asked to explore eligibility and contend!

William, the White King.

"The true eligibility is to collect five white cloths, including their own minutes, that are given to each and every one of them over the Angelum there. Collect five pieces, and at this hour three days from tomorrow, take them fully until the sun reaches the top of the heavens, and protect them. The stage is in this El Touré capital, throughout the newly built city of Etna. All compartments, including the outer edges, you can concentrate, you can use your wisdom, you can fight as you please."

His voice, the atmosphere overwhelmed the venue and gave silence to all the people pushing over to the huge venue. On top of that, tell the truth about the shock. Everyone is shocked by the appearance of the White King, and also by the fact that his words reached his ears as normal, and by the content of the story.

"I dare you, Airhardt, to lay down the terms. If I knew everything in advance, that's all I'd be taking care of. That's boring. I still think so. Consider all possibilities and do everything that can be done at the same time as lifting the information ban. Do your best, I want the rest of you to fight with all your might. This Olumpia has no reward whatsoever. Therefore, the unwavering glory is poured over the head of what has reached its peak. It's a battle, young warriors!

The cheer exploded.

Many warriors reacted to the White King.

"... that's a rule that's a lot of holes"

"Are you saying you tolerate tissue rubbing, too?

"It even sounded more like a recommendation"

Skol and Hattie exchange conversations in a small voice.

There were those who calmly deduced the situation in a venue surrounded by cheer. We need to grasp their prepared stage intentions. How far is forgiven and how far is not forgiven - I have to draw a line.

William exited refreshingly, and the Angelum-centric attendants began preparing with tequila. To see how it goes...

"Oh, start distributing? Let's go, Palomides!

"Oh, only ID, as per prior information, when you join? You're checking to see if the weapon is pulling the blade. There are tons of weapons lined up over there for lending to those who didn't go through the checks...... how much did that cost? Probably when Nicolas was playing Abacus."

"It looks like they also distribute parchment with rules for each language"

"Yay, Palom! Anyway, let's hurry up."

The heart of a colloquium that is ruined by a wave of people.

Youthfulness and momentum are bursting.

"Are you just a bunch of unavailable people? I said there's no need to rush."

"Have you forgotten that there is a respite until sunset, and yet the start is after tomorrow, you idiots"

The young elites of Nederks were laughing with their noses at the panickers.

A short distance away, there were those who laughed bitterly at how they were doing. A man with a fine spear by his side and a hood at the depth of his eyes.

"It's as long as ever. I'm not even trying to make up for my lack of arms with wisdom."

"For now, the people in a hurry are out of the question, but there's no reason not to hurry if you hear the current conditions. We only have until tomorrow morning after we receive the cloth."

The man next door was equally hooded.

"Well, more than a martial arts tournament is a formality, it's a force to go anywhere. You're so awesome. Are you in on this, too?

"I'm going to be exposed to my king."

"Well, thank you. I'm watching the game while eating sweets."

Those with spears took their seats in a relaxed motion. Those who did not have them were observing the brains of each faction as they flaunted the confectionery. It was a long time ago that a man with emerald hair stood on the world stage. Time flowed, and the power needed changed. Their 'kings' will spit everything out on this stage. Most primitive, and that's why to win a fight that doesn't attract people.

(All the monsters of Haiqian Mountain Thousand. Is it a mountain with lots of sauce?)

Ahead, the one you really should fight. You're a man who doesn't participate, so you can observe it closely. For the time to come...

"Our king is alive."

The man tried to stop worrying about the king, who had recently been interrupted by rumors. It's a pointless idea. He'll do it if he decides to, and he'll do exactly what he needs to do.

Victory here is something to do. Then he would naturally show up.

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Arena built for Olumpia. The huge colloquium was now an idle situation. Soon after sunset, most of the warriors have already finished reception and gone down to the city. Some will build on their strength for tomorrow, while others will be desperately working out measures. That's normal.

Most of them were watching tomorrow.

However, those who remain here stare at the 'now', which has not yet appeared.

"Skol, apparently you didn't show up."

"No, the sun hasn't set yet, and you can't be alarmed."

"Are you opponent enough to be vigilant in the first place? I was wrong too, but Fenris would be better up there even in the eyes of the amateur. If you mean it."

"It's a little different than the fear of saying that. Well, look, they're definitely coming."

It was only natural for Skoll, who shared that place that day, that he deserved vigilance. I'm not talking about the power, the moves, that dimension.

"I thought I was scared. That would be the best way to lose."

"Those who know it remain,"

"Sounds like it. Really, there's a bunch of nasty bastards left."

The sun goes down. Almost...

"Here I come. Damn, hurry up. Just a little."

With the sunset on his back, a man appeared. Walk now, relaxed, dignified and critical.

"Kita!

Xena awakens, who has been meditating almost on her eyes since noon. The elite of the young Estado that surrounds it, and the remnants of the intense sun that trained them, also stare at the enemies of Campeador. The power and talent with which he appeared and showed off to Estado. There's no way I can forget. Because he soiled Xena, a treasure.

"Whoo-hoo, really, you sound like..."

A blind spear that pities Lute with a single song and increases his killing temper. The sound of changing the world, just one pure sound, special to him too, then took away the warmth. Not for the world. This spear turns to him for his ego.

"Engraving critical is bold and invincible. Name it, my last warrior."

Flirt the worn cloak and slowly turn the hood worn deep in the eyes.

"Alexis Ray Albion, that's what I call it now"

Flowing blonde hair bound into a single room, pale eyes peeking deeper than the mask emit a powerful light.

"Damn, it's an arrogant name."

The white king laughed. Look at that. Surprising eyes around you. The more a king who doesn't laugh very much, the more he laughs by accident, the name is inherently heavy and has enormous significance. It is now a diminished name, but it will be the best joke for those who know.

Because whoever seeks to truly put an end to their time deceives their name.

"Hey, Mm, undefeated gladiator!

"Alexis the Golden Knight!

A grin that can also be seen over the mask. Heavy towns in all countries also grin bitterly at the golden atmosphere overflowing from his body. It feels like we're being poked out as phonies. The real thing is, this is how a true king smiles, says a piece of his body.

"... it's real"

Its standing behavior, exactly the king.

Hattie had a terrific grin on her wolf child next to distorting her face.

"Ha, the cuss worm."

Put the borough together. Note that the golden glow is exceptional.

Lionel grins of the same kind again.

The king is here.