Tower of Karma

Two names were inscribed on the right edge of Olumpia I, the winning battle.

Alexis Ray Albion vs. Palom von Gunter. Overwhelmingly Alexis advantage wherever you go to the casino. Palom deals with big holes. The only highlight in this combination is that Alexis' identity, revealed last night, was Arcadia's first prince, Alfred von Arcadia. Expectation that you will see the mask removed by it. The identity was no longer revealed.

Then you shouldn't need a mask.

Naturally the venue is full. The general seats are overflowing with stand-up visitors.

Everyone expected it. Rumor has it, Alexis, that you can see it.

And no one expected it. that Palom von Gunter will win.

"... good luck, Mr. Palom"

Ellis spoke with a complex expression. If you've been called, it's obvious.

"Yes, I will do everything in my power to be ashamed of Gunter's name!

Answer that with a straight eye. I know it's Palom. In winning, he said he was a lower strength. Power and skill are inferior to my brother's.

There are several monsters who outnumber that brother. In it, I do everything I can to see what I can do - think about it a few times, that's all I had.

"It looks good. Hit me. In the whole body."

"Yes, brother!

The expression of his brother, Palomides, Palom, tightens even tighter.

Maybe the difference is huge. At least that's how it's evaluated in Ichii. That's probably why, on the contrary, we could have blown it off.

Palom tenses his chest and moves forward.

To the battlefield.

"... is very different from you."

"Ugh. You guys don't know. What have I done, why, since the first war, with such a monster... damn, no matter how much I do, it's pointless."

Winning battle, at the left edge of that table is the letter Fenris vs. Lambert. The moment I pulled the lottery, Lambert's face stained bright blue. Fenris just glanced at the pulled lambert. I can't get those eyes out of my head.

I'm not really interested, that eye...

"All in the same position. Mr. Palom."

"... I know that, too."

Battle against opponents with power differences. He said he knew he was going to bite the dog. Still the guts to be able to move forward. I don't have it.

"Ha, for now, support me properly. You can do that."

Leonie's words were spicy, but rather appreciated for Lamberto. What hurts is being careful and being spoken kind words.

Because I'm weak, and I know that.

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"Since the mask is fine?

"Yeah, I don't need it anymore. The stage of hiding your name ended yesterday."

Alfred stood up with a light stretch. He was carefully prepared while being maintained by Black Star until just before. Yesterday's burden, including the minutes before that, has come quite a rattle. Just fighting is a struggle.

I'm not even supposed to be able to fix it.

"Sa, do you want to stick around and do your best today"

"Are you a hard enough opponent?

"He's not strong, but he's a kid with a stretching basement. His heart looks strong as his brother. If you're an athlete who's come this far in the first place, I think there's something to see."

Ivan looked surprised as he nodded at Alfred's words. I'm not on guard, but I don't even seem to be able to afford it.

"Don't you dare fight like that again? Stop it, you're gonna hate me."

Black stars who were relaxing in the shadows despise Alfred. Unlike Ivan, who was almost another act, the Black Star was almost acting together. Returning from Garnia, he sees the vessel of a king who has gone through loss, and then observes one foot at a time from behind, except for the period he has lost sight of in the Black Forest. That's why I knew his bad habits, too.

"That's more exciting, isn't it? Plus, I'd like to collect some."

"Are you going to learn from watching shitty moves?

"Come on? But you don't know what's gonna help the world, do you? So if you have more points, you better have more. I'm good at choosing and connecting dots and dots."

Whether it's understated or worn out, Alfred said he's not willing to take his hands off it. No matter what he sees around him, he's always at his best.

He overlaps his impossibilities today in order to increase his chances of winning ahead a little bit.

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It was Palom who entered first. Step into a circular arena with your chest stretched out with exasperation. I felt the gaze of the entire venue gather itself. Nervous and tangled gaze, sense of being treacherous. I don't really like it, but I have no choice but to stand in front of people.

Palom stares at the entrance on the other side. I don't know if I can win. I just know my brother sees me as a rival. the strength of it. He, the next generation, did not know. But there are things you don't even know.

Because...

Because I felt the sight of the venue disappear from me.

In an instant, the feeling of gaze being taken. Same with me, eyes, attracted.

Mine was just watched. But this is different. Something that is not my will guides my gaze. Everyone in this room should have felt the feeling of being sucked in, attracted, and unspeakable.

by the advent of Alfred Ray Arcadia.

The outfit you are putting together hasn't changed. Worn cloak and used travel costume bundle. The fact that there was a mask there used to have an atmosphere of mystery. The mystery was a source of interest to the masses. But not now.

The First Prince, who took the mask of saying Alexis. The atmosphere is so calm, deep and wide that the masses gathered to see it at first sight lose their voices. The end, the bottom, I can't see. In a way they were peering into the abyss. An ocean of light that no one can see through the end of a light-filled vessel.

The golden wind blows. The golden flames shake.

"Hey, let's have a good fight. Palom von Gunter"

"Ah, yes. I'll try."

He had gravity. Something powerful enough to swallow everything.

Smiling He pulls out the sword. Relaxed setup. Your gaze is directed to you.

"You don't have to feel it. Show me everything you got."

Attracted. Palom unconsciously pulled out his sword. I've never felt anything like this before. I can't keep myself. Mental state control is ineffective.

"Come on, come on"

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!

The lead - Palom von Gunter.

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It became the dawn of turmoil from the first and first battles of Olumpia to be remembered.

Alexis was seen to be overwhelmed by a lot of anticipation, but when I opened the lid, he developed a good battle that antagonized him. A magnificent ale is sent to Palom, who betrays and struggles the expectations of the masses in a good way.

Perhaps Palom's movements were so remarkable that it made him think that

Even he was amazingly...

"Oh, my God, that"

Stunning lambert. Palomides quietly and furiously next to it. Obviously I was out of hand. As a samurai, Palomides is outraged by too unforgivable an act.

They're moving better and better.

"... Palom also has a will. With anger for such an act..."

"You're not on that level. Take a good look, Pharaoh. Things are going so well and beyond that realm. Strength is rising. More and more, dramatically."

"I'm being raised. That kid, Al's pulling me and he's getting stronger. I'm trying to do that. See, now. He's inviting a combination."

Mira also has another disgusting gaze.

"... do that for what?

"I wonder if I know. I'm just fighting now, who is it?

"It's Palom!

"Paul, I don't know what to do. Aren't you in the best mood to fight now? Even though I know that's what inspired me, it's still getting stronger. It's like drugs."

"... that may be so"

"I don't care, though."

As Mira sees it, Palom was in a complicated mood right now. Fear going to the bottom invisible opponent everywhere. Strength, gravity of the opponent being pulled at the consciousness level. Fear preceded him, but with momentum slightly above it, he felt his power, his moves, sharpened.

Growth at an unprecedented rate can no longer be called pleasure.

(My brother, I, my, everything...)

own effort floating like a running lantern, the fruits of which were dragged out with no margin. "From now on, you're going to be stronger," Alfred said with a soft grin at Palom. I can't give myself any more, I won't come out.

It was the moment I thought so.

"... ah"

A sword gently attached to the throat. Difference in strength where you can't even see your toes to the end.

"Improve."

The moment you are declared to have a battle, the cheer that rolls. It has been a turbulent heat battle for the masses since the first war, and only had uplifting elements. I can't even say I'm just clueless as a man of strength. How I said I was intrigued by Alfred's way of fighting.

Alfred left in response to a cheer as he left soberly.

I haven't seen the bottom yet.

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"Brother, I'm sorry I lost"

"No, well done. That's the best thing I've ever done."

"... that man, His Highness Alfred, is it? Honestly, I couldn't measure enough strength. However, when we were facing each other, I felt the immense breadth and depth. I've never felt it before, it's so vast, it's scary. But some things I saw from there."

Look at his brother as he floated in heat. Palomides quietly did his hand on his shoulder.

"Rest a little. We'll talk when we're settled."

"Oh, su, excuse me, brother."

"Fine. Everyone is waiting upstairs. I'll be on my way when I'm done."

"... good luck"

"Oh, I'll fight you too, don't lose your fight."

Palomides is also close. The oddity of the combination, perhaps Alfred and Palomides, will hit. From what Palom and the others have seen, a mighty man is another mountain, and he won't be a more alarming opponent than he has been in the main battle, but with his brother's strength, I'm sure...

(... but can we win? My brother is strong. But, Your Highness, I don't know who they are)

Paromides looks straight ahead, roughly looking at Parom's worries.