Tower of Karma

Nothing, I couldn't find a common denominator from them.

A masked knight of unknown origin, unknown age, and immortality. All sorts of rumors fly, all of them suspicious of ears. Do it. Undefeated, do it. Save the country in one effort. Just being targeted by the kingdom, noble birth, poor birth, burning face, defeated the Black Forest Warcraft, killed a lot, saved a lot, etc.

A man pervaded by rumors of unknown authenticity. But everyone thought it wasn't just a thing as the only common perception. It is also rare for the knower, the stranger, the one who remains a mystery and makes waves in the world so much. There is no smoke standing where there is no fire.

He is a masterpiece, maybe.

Just measuring a man named Alexis Ray Albion makes this event a lot of value to the masses.

No, it is the upstream who will have a number of things to determine.

"... I thought it was complete at that point, but it seemed like a mistake"

Elvira nodded quietly at Zeno's words.

"Is Sans Ross in the report still his faction"

"Sounds like it. Sans Ross, Ivan Brusheek, who is not here on this occasion, is that redhead probably Garnias' margin? With the addition of Dawn End's ghost, it's just one thing. And..."

"Yeah, the biggest discomfort is not them"

"I hope it's just a party of pirates behind it"

"In some cases, the danger jumps. No, now, you should move assuming that's the case. I don't really trust you, but I feel that way."

In a place boiling down to the vivid appearance of a mysterious group. Lotteries will be available here, and if the combination is decided, there will be no doubt that it will be busy, to bet.

"Well, it's time to start -"

Finish setting up and Angelm will stand on the stage again. And...

"Often, I'd like you to wait"

It was an unexpected figure for everyone to stand up tearing the beginning air.

"What is it, King of the Kingdom of Nederks, Your Majesty Kunlat"

Kunlat La Nedeluxe. The man who was told that the shadow was thin from home and abroad always had a weak grin. But now, there is no weakness in the look on his face that has risen.

In the first place, how many would have fulfilled the one who had seen him hidden in the shadows of the glowing Blue Guido Rudolph and others?

"One of the participating players, we know you there, Jen. The war between the Nederks and Estaard, there he was. Sans Ross, I don't know the battlefield. I've never seen his face. But the wounds to which my right arm, Marsus, many generals have suffered, are still in us. There's no way you can forget."

…………

"Sans Ross was an already completed general in those days. How many months have passed since then? Claude, who was a young man in those days, was also already an earlier generation. If so, Sans Ross. I don't think he's eligible to be under thirty."

"And King Kunlat has said,"

Bardovino didn't change his complexion to Angelum.

"Nothing in particular"

and cut it off in a nutshell.

"You mean admit it"?

Question of Kunlat. After all, Baldovino was flat.

"No. In His Majesty's story, Baldovino, that is, I have not appeared, so I just don't have the words to speak"

"... just the general here, how many witnesses are there? Do you think our memories are wrong?"

Kunlat was only furious, but the wound of losing the pillar called Marsus is still unhealed. If you put the person in front of you who caused the wound, you would want to say something.

Besides, if that person is standing on the stage fraudulently with his background...

"Excuse me while I talk to you. My name is Alexis Ray Albion. He, the Lord of Baldovino Pertine. I would like to apologize for his disrespect, peacefully."

"... rumored Alexis, huh"

"I cannot forbid to be impressed by the fact that this unwise name, even in the ear of the king, has arrived"

Alexis bows his head deeply again. And look up...

"But, Your Majesty, his words also make sense. He is Baldovino, not Sans Ross"

"Do you also think there is a difference in our memory?"

"No, you can include Estado in your Nedeluxe history. That memory, there is no mistake in everything. He was Sans Ross. Truly correct. Sometimes Your Majesty, stranger others, what will we, the people of Laurencia, use to confirm its existence? Memories, words, or -"

"… would be national ID cards"

"I share the same opinion. He has entered the country as Baldovino Pertine, which is his identity and proof of existence"

"So you're saying he's not Sans Ross"

"You are right, Your Majesty. More importantly, a person named Sans Ross no longer exists in this world. If your ID is proof of existence."

ID card. It can be forged, washed, or done in any way on the back road, but most people don't want to do anything about it. It's not just where you come from, it's not just age, it's not gender, it's not what you look like. It is all that the person is, and for many countries life in it is done.

"I, in front of him, have incinerated an identity card inscribed with the name of Sans Ross. Therefore, regardless of the person with the same last name, there is no human being in this world named Sans Ross, who waved martial arts as the general of Estado. Therefore, he is a Valdovino under the law, with no room for fine dust. No country will ever treat him as Sans Ross. That name doesn't exist anymore."

It was incinerated and erased the proof of life.

Seems easy, but for this Laurencia, it's tantamount to killing people. If that's the poor, you don't have to know, and if it's out of a rather noble house, you'll never treat your ID as coarse, etc. Because the paper is a clearer testament to nobility than the blood it was born with.

"... so ready"

"Well, I can't know everything he's thinking about either."

"Okay. I'm sorry, Bardovino. It was my argument."

"No, because of the rust coming out of us. Whether the record changes or not, the memory can still change."

"... I can't help asking Bardovino... was Marsus strong?

"... upright, with a rumor of the wind that he was a brave general with an unbreakable heart"

"Well, I hope so"

Kunlat is satisfied or sits in his own seat.

And Baldovino took another step back.

"So, Temeer's ID, what's wrong, Alfred von Arcadia?"

I suddenly broke in, and a word from Fenris disturbed the place I was about to calm down.

"... I have it, Fenris"

And from there, Alexis', in Alfred's actions,

"Except you're wrong about one thing. Another name I have is Alfred Ray Arcadia. Don't get me wrong because it's important."

The chaos was supreme at once.

"There's nothing wrong with Temeer falling apart."

"El Touré had all the ID cards he had tested when he entered the country. Other than that, it's just paper scraps, more than I went in with Alexis Ray Albion, which means I'm that name and there's no Alfred Ray Arcadia in this world. By the way, in your country, Valhall, it seemed like a clean violation of the law, a pretty heavy punishment indeed."

"Oh, yeah. I don't know."

The venue had become noisy, approaching the two of us who proceeded with a pale conversation. That should be it, too. Even if there are those who know, the majority of them are just strangers. It would be big news, especially for the masses. Something about the sensational passing, such as the prince of Arcadia, who was missing, was that famous Alexis.

"So Temeer is Alexis."

"That would be the case in this country now. But if you re-enter the country with another ID card, I'll be Arcadia's prince, Alfred. On the contrary, a mysterious masked man. Even though he's the same person, there's a lot of difference. Just a slice of paper, that's the difference between heaven and earth."

"Ooh, nice. What did you say-"

Fenris' mouth, which he tried to stir, had been stopped by Skoll. take Fenris' gaze to a place where he is forced to defend himself, frustrating his intentions. Fenris can't resist, one of the two most important. The look on his face...

"You lack the strength to sell fights to tradition and format, Prince."

But even though Skoll stopped Fenris,

"That's about it, I don't know who you are. No king, no slave, only one piece of paper."

Alexis, Alfred, sold the fight. The concept of identity, which dominates this continent. He said that there is no point in you now in a role sharing function that has existed for a long time and is slightly out of its original purpose. He is not foolish enough not to know how much sway it creates with his blood muscles and his previous footprints.

"What matters is the contents. Do you have anything worthy of your identity? Whether that's excessive or minor, it's a problem. I hope one day we can have a little more efficient rules."

It makes you look like someone else, but obviously it's...

"It's good to be healthy, but it's before the opening ceremony. Shall we be quiet?"

It was the former royalty of Arcadia, Airhardt, who stopped the flow.

"This, I beg your pardon. I got a little fever."

"Haha, it is smiling for a young man to make a statement of momentum. Especially if it's not accompanied by power there. Or do you have enough power to say big things?

"Well, what do you think? It's about begging."

A smile sticking to Alfred's appearance. Since earlier, fine dust has not wobbled either. The extremes of lies, such as having a fever. Where is the heat in his heart? It all consists of cold calculations. Here we rose our identities and disseminate our thoughts in front of the masses.

I guess even Sans Ross was a sprinkler in a way.

"... you're starting to look like your father"

"Haha, that's the best compliment for me"

After all, there is no sway in his smile.

of the battle that begins with this, this is just a tabernacle.

If the combination of destiny is decided, the main battle of Olumpia begins tomorrow. The enthusiasm from tomorrow will cover things up, such as what happened during this tabernacle. That's fine. This is sown and sprouting as an idea is still good ahead.

Now it's just spreading faith in a budding day. And when it sprouts, we need to do everything we can to make the right soil so that we are standing in the right place. Win and show yourself the power.

Because in all times, the masses follow the power.

○

At the venue where the main Olumpia battle will begin tomorrow, a dinner for the VIPs was held after the general public left. Many of our guests from all over the country leave their seats once and colour the venues with gloss.

Your son, the lady standing in line is just a sweeping word.

In the meantime...

"This is so good, young lady!

"Not if you're right. Morning or I'll lose you!

"Even so, brother, no one will eat you."

"Why not, young lady?

"Do I know? Don't talk while you're eating. I don't care."

Alfred, only one line was floating. Especially a few, the floating of those who looked like bandits, deviated so much from the scene that some would go around and wonder if it was some kind of production.

"No, that's delicious. But I guess it tastes a little intense."

"If it matches your tongue, it won't hurt."

I don't know.

"It tastes like poverty."

"Salt is precious."

"Overflowing the ocean."

"It's a big mistake to think that all countries have oceans."

"Row out into the ocean. It's his fault."

"Ha ha," Alfred grins bitterly, crushed by the reason of the people of the sea.

The woman, known by the pirates as "the lady," floated in a different way from the other wild ones. The flowers were decorated without further adornment, and they had so much material to line them up in, even though they were so lovely. Skin like snow, hair shaded like platinum. The body will be a supreme eating material among these, except that it is large and abundant, that it is greedy, and that the words are dirty.

That is why the dressers had sent a jealous gaze.

"But not that one, the land monkey is strong. I don't think there's a man stronger than you."

"... hmm? Stronger than me? Well, I don't see it."

"Stay behind me."

"Yeah, I think I'm stronger than the back."

"Hey Late Demon. I'm here to pay off the lottery."

Behind Alfred was Fenris, Prince of Valhall. Liquor poured in my hand. She came closer with her cheeks red as she drank the grubby.

By the way, what Fenris is talking about is borrowing - when pulling the lottery, it was a proper rule with no great significance to pull in order from the fast, but one word, the fast order, ignited Fenris' fast-supremacy. Keeps a good position to an unashamed extent and pulls the lottery best in various natural streams. The perfect plan was fragile and collapsed when Alfred, who was one step ahead when he sold the fight, cut ahead extremely naturally and unintentionally.

"You're cowardly!

"What?

All that time, what's Alfred saying, too? This guy, he had a windy face. So out of the way, Rionel just bounced the irrationally angry Fenris, and just as he said landing gorgeously, Xena and Mira bounced him off, the fifth of humiliations. The fastest is a wound equal to a defeat of engagement for a motto man.

I don't even think Alfred understands that commitment.

"That twat, now you're a woman"

"Yes, I am."

"My wife."

"Ha ha, that's as a joke...... Hmm!?

Fenris' eyes turn round.

"She is Corsair Barbaria. He's the youngest son of Lulik Barbaria."

"We've met a few times. I escaped to Garnia, Bibili."

"Who's Bibili, Ola! I couldn't catch up with you. Tell me!

"My ship didn't shake off! If the other old basin darkers hadn't pulled their legs, they'd have been scattered!

"... Hmm, this woman, the captain of that time"

The fever fades away from the look on Fenris's face. No liquor, no jokes, no fever wasted, the face when the wolves compete. The more so, Corsair's ship was fast and tenacious. The only ship Fenris thought was a threat, and because her ship had successfully driven her, she didn't catch the wind, the waves, to get through the siege.

Ten himself who crushed his hand other than fleeing to Garnia.

"Come to my country. I'm closer to you than he is."

That's why serious, serious oral.

"I don't like it."

That sinks and squishes lightly, Fenris. Fenris watched clearly that Skol and Hattie were having a blast a little further away.

A little after this tournament, it became a famous story in part to run the timed ocean and deliberately sway the two more than usual.

"Ha ha!... I'm laughing so hard, Hattie. Hey. It sucks, isn't it?

"Hahahahahahahaha, hi good. Boobs, hoes, yes, no, that's right. It sucks. I laughed past it. Oh, you queen, you're so puffy."

"Uh, that guy is seriously pretty. Wow. Stay away from me."

"Arcadia got the ocean. Probably a blood alliance with the most knowledgeable of the sea in this Lawrencia. I can also snort that Lurik showed his face. Well, the problem isn't Arcadia."

"It's just us laughing. Everybody's trying to be awesome. But hey, did you see that dumb surface? Hey. I didn't even think the dust would turn me down, Fenris guy."

"The level of self-esteem is even pushing through the spiritual peaks. Because even though I've never been with a woman properly for some reason, my confidence is only pushing through the clouds. Puku, kufu"

"I've been thinking about it for a long time, but you laugh a lot."

"... eh"

The only two people who are comfortable are those who are made. Others, uniformly, shut up.

Arcadia said he was connected to Vike.

"I thought they'd been lively recently."

"What is the aim of the White King?

Arcadia and Vike, it was a combination that seemed roughly unrelated, but there was a little hook, if I recall. It was only recently that Vike, who was still a grown man after Rickhard's death in the last war, began to move vigorously.

Estard, Valhall, Gallias, a country with many seas, felt their movements enlivened. I didn't even know why, but I also don't know if Arcadia would gain momentum if it came to the buck.

But...

Raphael, they're watching us.

"Shit, sorry, sorry"

Just seconds before William gets embarrassed. Several were noticing remarkably that Raphael, the belly of the White King, was showing a surprised look.

"Well, that's the problem, Lionel. Meaning that Raphael, the belly heart, was surprised to lose his sanity. You know... hey, Lionel, kun."

At the end of Rio Nell's stare, Charlotte's face was stunned.

"... no shit"

"Can you describe my feelings, the king's brainchild?"

Eleonora overlooking Corsair with pitiful eyes. There is no normal warmth in those eyes.

"Pleasure, my lady"

"First, if Arcadia and Vike weren't connected. My Alfred and Vike stepdaughters marry, this won't surprise you. Instead, we can get a reason to throw them off the throne as soon as possible."

"... it's a good story, but I knew you were distorted"

"Next, let's assume Arcadia and Vike were connected. Use cute Alfred to build a blood alliance with Vike. This, it sticks the most. Many would be thinking about this right now. Except..."

"Then Rafael won't be surprised."

"Finally, if Arcadia and Vike were connected and didn't know about marriage on top of that, this would only come as a surprise. The arrow tip we tried to make good friends with, we were missing in one flight, almost obsolete, and Alfred, who was supposed to be my child, took everything away. Perhaps deliberately."

"The slight Valhall momentum probably knew Arcadia was pulling the thread behind it. But the fact that the Queen of the Cutters is pretty means that Alfred's case was water in her bedear. It means too much to be in the back and in line with each other."

"How did you know?

"Hmm, guess what, my son rumbled around and Heavenly Lion went to see him to put that away. Isn't that the time?

"I hear you didn't see him."

"That's what I hear, too. Leurik says he's rolling over a number of Vike's lairs, and finding him in the ocean is a tough business. But since we talked, my son came out of Garnia, didn't he? I mean, isn't there someone who caught the king of the sea that Ulysses couldn't catch, and took the back through there?

"... Wolf Gank Strider? I've been screwing King William for a long time, isn't it too uncomfortable?

"Well, there it is, you see, it was a rival and somewhat,"

Guess what, Arcadia and Vike were already connected. I want the ocean. I want Arcadia and I want my powers back. Vike, the interests are in agreement. But if this meant a blood alliance, the story would be a little different.

It might come up too much, too.

"Oh, what happened, Leonie?"

Ealis and Nicola changed color slowly because it was crowded. When I enter the venue, I am suddenly surrounded by a different atmosphere, and I am amazed at the difference in air.

"Oh, uh, me, too, I'm not sure."

…………

Palomides with a very rugged look.

It is rare for him to show so much anger.

That's all he did. All this time, I betrayed her waiting worried. For Palomides, that's the most unforgivable thing, and I can't control my emotions any more than I think myself.

"Abandon your love for your ideals. Isn't it distortion? Just a little, just a compromise, to say you'll be happy. Woohoo, your sound remains engraved with the sound of the king. There is no peace with her."

Orpheus crushed pitifully. One more thing, because he's gone far. Pure jeopardy, still dazzling. It was beautiful. That's why Orpheus thinks. If you forgive me just a little blemish, it's one little lie, and if there's happiness, I want you both to go that way. By his side, he occasionally stumbles on the lute. What a happy thing to be.

"I'll stop it. Hang your whole body. That's the thanks for showing me the beautiful sky."

Two drawing emptiness "sekai]. If you need it, you don't have to be there yourself.

"You used me, Alfred."

William can't hear anyone, he snapped with a small voice. No, maybe this couldn't be put on words in real life. Nyx is laughing nearby. That said, I was drawn to this side again.

What do you say, my successor?

Nyx does not answer. Because I haven't reached the other shore where they are yet. I came this far with my strength. Have you spent in the morning, when you wake up, at night, before you go to bed, in the morning, in fear of how many nights? Death is salvation, but if you die now, everything turns into blisters.

Finally, you made it. While you're alive...

"All you have to do is win. Win, get a miracle. The public needs a miracle that everyone understands. To be a true king. Besides, it's good to have an eye on the ocean. Let's make a point. You did a really good job. I'm proud of you."

Words that can't be said face to face.

Words that spin because of the inaudible narrowness, of no one, of the living, of the dead.

But the walls are thick.

In William's view, there are many opponents who can't win. To say that if you had been equipped with the power to repeat it, your own time of death had finally come.

Just a few more moments, just squeeze your energy and live - fine.