Tower of Karma

- That will be the report, my king.

"... we're not talking about a feast, Airhardt."

"I'll be careful in the future"

William sighed and showed how cheerful Airhardt looked in vain. It is a harassment, so to speak, of how this exchange can be seen in the eyes of nations, with the aim of William putting a lot of thought into it. It doesn't make sense in the end where I strained my thoughts. Draw a line around the neighborhood. He's playing.

Whatever his state of mind to Arcadia, the royal family, does not change the realistic sequence. That is the same both inside and outside, both domestically and internationally.

"... the highest wager rate? You have a high nose, Wolf."

"Ma'am, you seem to have dropped that kid over there. Ma, we almost met in the basement. I have to touch people. Can we go up? All right."

"Even though it was still decided to be Alfred. Besides, this time I'm not willing to put myself on the shoulder of a particular individual in a hosting position. Well, even if you're in a different position, it's no different there."

"Ooh, it's cold. It's a mess here. Give me a change."

In the seats where the Heads of State gather, they eat more quantities than anyone else, and men more free than anyone else desire further substitution. Madam, and the First Queen, who essentially governs Valhall, breathed a lot of sighs, without paying particular attention because it was futile to say so.

"Sire, I have one suggestion to make"

"Until you... okay, go on"

Angelm leaves long ago, a man who follows Airhardt like a shadow.

"On the first day, that's the national elite. In the streak of fierce battles, the crowd will have lost pleasure. It is expected, however, that the consumption is slightly greater than assumed, and also that you will get tired of the view, which cannot be replaced for three days. As soon as I get to the point where I think I need some kind of techno."

"So, what exactly do we do?

"Because of this festival, we want to help you a little bit."

"I mean -"

Taking Angelm's words, Airhardt made the point.

William looked mildly surprised, "Wow!" surrounded by "Ooh!?" mixed with noise and cheer.

"I see, it's really interesting"

To William's affirmation, Claudia laughed with her nose, a little further away. Both sides were friendly, eyes that Eleonora, the other person she was showing in the wind of bickering, inquired about, so even to distract her a little, perhaps.

"Don't you see? I knew that from the beginning. It's a lying face. I mean, a race that can be done. The concubine's man died, so I can see it in his hands. Lies and truths, of"

In my ear, the kind of landscape my sisters talk about amicably and secretly. But the truth is...

"... thank you, Sister. It's really crap."

"Well, I thought it bothered me, and I meant to teach you good things, but it was unnecessary care. Sorry Eleonora. My concubine likes that about you."

For a moment, Eleonora's eyes are filled with intent to kill. With a light flush of it, Claudia follows the scene with a luscious grin.

"I'm better..."

Even if I know it's no longer meaningless, this is what happens if I'm just dressed with a lid. No matter how long, my mind stays that way.

"Claudia, don't inspire the queen of another country."

"The husband of the concubine is a colored man, so even one of the injuries has to be done."

"Just kidding. Anyway, you keep your mouth shut. Playing with fire in the royal palace is just silent. If you're going to do the same here, you're not going to forgive me."

Absolute zero degree eyes. There's not even a hint of warmth there. Still, those eyes do...

"It's been a long time since I've seen you."

"... you again..."

"I can't do anything. Are concubines or even sidekicks? But eventually the concubine will take it."

Claudia's eyes said she knew everything. That, too, William has some idea. She has nets all over the world just like Eleonora and Lydiane.

Ever since he was gone, I should have gathered information with considerable precision.

That's why William couldn't solve it all the time. At the end of this act, a little bit of a convenience awaits her. Even though the octopus above your eyes disappears, and you say that if you're well prepared, there's a good chance you'll get what you want.

"Don't you really understand? That's why you're so cruel."

It's not long before William learns Claudia's laughter and what it means.

Now - it's important to complete this ritual.

Other than that, it's only a few things.

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Morning sun rises. Olumpia qualifying day two.

What the athletes who jumped out of the city with momentum saw was a number of posters colored in the languages of every country affixed to the city. There's an extra rule.

"As a remedy, he unleashed into the city warriors of war who had put together multiple pieces of cloth, a testament to his victory. Beautifully destroyed, don't win many testimonies. Whatever the means. Wish me a good fight."

Participants who were initially very excited.

But as we see that insight, the participants' complexion shifts from joy to despair. Relatively, the side watching the game turned into the pinnacle of exuberance.

"Oh, my sandwich."

"And, Temeye, what a fool to be."

"Skol seems fine and above all. Is Hattie watching the game? I wish he'd join us. Well, no. In the meantime, I'll kill you. Brush it up. Say hello!

"Heh, Your Majesty. It's against the interests of the nation."

I can't get Hattie's word, which is outfield.

"You said I was a loser, Fenris. You're right, I'm a loser. A loser who was not chosen in his time. You want me to lose with a collaborator like that? Such miscellaneous fish."

"Huh!?

King of swollen wolves. The fighting spirit said. Seriously, crush it.

"Belly, let's roll, Your Highness. Your Majesty is serious."

"Fuck you!

Wolf the Black Wolf King, ravages.

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"Huh. Clear. Huh! Young boys wi in Nau! Come on, Admiral, the neck is here. Showing here that a man is obsolete! Sa, chamon youth!

Zeno Sid Campeador, the Great Staff of the Kingdom of Estado, crushes attacks from many quarters with a shield and wins without having to use his sword. It was an overwhelming pressure.

"... came to fight the strong"

"Good courage, black boy. Ostberg fluent, show me."

Palomides against. And some athletes.

Zeno laughs hot and bitter and begins to dominate.

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"Why is my master here?!?

"It just so happens."

"This guy's strong, Mira."

"Don't call me with you, you're disgusting! You, help me!

"Fine, play with Xena when you're done"

"If you still have the strength to play"

Mira felt a cold sweat running down her back.

At the same time, a frighteningly quiet war will cut them off.

"Ah... now, Xena, were you dead?

"Fucking concentrate. Seriously, you're gonna die. Master Gilberto, you're so bad at this!

"Symbol"

Sword Saint Gilberto von Osvalt. Symbol.

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"Why am I doing this?"

There was a lion at the top where the athletes joined the mountains.

"Fair enough, it's a boarded boat. So, you guys next?

The challenger is the knight of the red girl. A warrior carrying a big spear.

"Our king said let us challenge. Let me try it, Heavenly Lion!

"I also have some understanding of Leonvern's sword."

"You confront me because the king told you to, huh? You got licked, too, this me."

An angry lion growls at their standing.

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"Long time no see. I looked for you, Alfred."

"... Brother Claude"

Long time no see.

"There's a lot to talk about. Uh, wow, you're a lousy mouth. Well, should I speak with a spear? You have a sword."

"Neither have I, because I never really saw you... now I'm lucky to see you"

"You don't have enough respect for your brother. I don't want to play from the edge. It is in the best of our ability that dialogue arises. I'm strong, huh? As long as you're talking to me, make it hold up, Al!

"Let's talk about it carefully."

There is one Nederks Trinity, and Claude von Lewius dances.

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As always, for each event, King Garias' left arm, Lorraine de Lucreur, who gives out his sperm, played a precise role with a large number of warriors. In short, it is busy. That's how well they perform.

I deliberately let it swim where I can kick it up.

"Only Temeer's sword and bad taste are going to make you like it."

"Or a sword!? You shouldn't be here."

"Hey, I'm sorry," Lionel said in front of him, gently twisting around and knocking him down.

"I'm still losing to Temeye. It's not a bad idea to pay my debts here."

"Bad. It's so bad. I don't want to have one! This city sucks the best right now. There are so many people out there that they won't even take a pull to the final war. Look, this is your chance. There's plenty of opportunity to fight me, but I'm not in Garias, seriously, the pinnacle is the only place I can taste it right now. Even you should know. Don't worry about me, follow my senses, Lionel."

"There's no dust on my mind!

"Then just go. I won't be able to spare time with you."

"... Temeye will kill one day"

"Whoa, hurry up as fast as you can."

"Oh, shit, you."

That's how Lionel disappeared. Loran smiles as she sees herself running away. Almost there, Garias gets the real deal. Here, this stage is a sorting device for that purpose. I guess it's just the stage to get them some experience.

I'm sure that's what that guy would think.

Then let me take over. That's Garias' position this time.

"Try to be cute. What, you'll get it."

I didn't get it myself. He drowned in talent, neglected to make an effort, and was just thrust up instead of burying him even after all the effort he made. Sitting on top of itself like this would follow the same path as the former superpower Nedeluxe, which has repeatedly replaced and each time lost its power as a country.

"Mannerism is the greatest enemy. Your Majesty would say so."

Garias should be a country of innovation. There is one way to go if you take it.

Lionel is missing even compared to the other talent I didn't dare to put out this time. Wisdom, nature that creativity can't keep up with. Garias bet on this.

Pours everything into just one swing of sword. This is the general thrust of the upper ranks of the Garias army.