Tower of Karma

- It was a shell out when I found it.

Alfred listens to reports while being maintained by Black Star and Yulan. "I see," one convinces him and tries to go into meditation and sleep with his eyes intact.

It shouldn't have been that much of a draining battle, but Yulan, a doctor, sighs in total tirelessness.

"Damn, the Phantom that was supposed to be a pain in the ass, is that Zama if it's a real monster"

"Right. The Phantom came out in the first place in the sun. Even if Mr. Kyle doesn't get his hands on it, His Majesty Kunlat won't miss it. Have you noticed? At the end of the first day of World War I, including Mr. Claude, all the nobles and the men with arms had disappeared from the venue."

"... that's surprisingly difficult, too"

"Some pawns work by not moving. I'm more scared than a pawn who moves poorly."

"Is it scarier if it moves?

"That sort of thing. No, it feels good. Thank you, Mr. Yulan."

"Mm, oh, never mind. I'll charge you for medical bills later."

"To Arcadia, leave me alone, damn it, come on."

Seeing Alfred fall asleep, Yulan clouded his complexion.

"... this treatment is supposed to hurt. Normally, you can't sleep."

Yulan floating with tannic surfaces. This body was a more serious situation than I had thought. There is no place where you are not hurting, but there is no place where you cannot move. The function is complete and the whole area is beautifully worn out. The finish is as if it were calculated. Too distorted five-body satisfaction.

"You're flying, you have a feeling. Damn, I had no choice but to avoid it the second time. I think I might have managed to get rid of some of them. Sure, I've never seen them before. It was a shame. My hair is as strong as iron and sticky. Still, I was ready. So much for a castle attack."

"... what are you talking about?

"I told him he was an idiot. In the end, let them all back down and hit one horse at the end. Even with other personnel. I wanted to explore the Black Forest, so I made an excuse to give you a hand. If you're in trouble, you can't take care of yourself. Well, I can't even get through. Melee was a pitiful situation where only his sword relied on him."

Now it stands on the wall, but a beautiful sword waves. It should have been broken before, but now it's been beaten back beautifully. An atmosphere of intensely fragrant products, as can be seen from the sheath.

An unusual atmosphere, like being obsessed with something.

"I lost sight of it when I lowered my legs and headed for backup, but I couldn't find it. I was surprised when I came home alive, but I was also surprised at the deterioration of my condition."

Two months, while she was missing, her body could probably rest. In fact, the wounds received had almost healed. But that's not the case with the contents.

"Third time, are you sure you're okay, King Sama?"

Alfred who falls asleep does not answer. At least to leave room to fight - now we can rest our bodies. Just a little bit, even the rest of the cusp, would be nice to have something to burn.

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On the second day of World War I, when the second half of the game began, Alfred takes to the basement of the medical building. The ground is a facility that is also generally liberated, but the quarantined underground is a demon cave where intractable oddities spread. There are only doctors here who wanted to be themselves. Everyone is ready to fight.

"... Al"

"How's she doing?

Yelena shook her head quietly beside her. Yellow and black disease, Laurentian humans rarely developed, and were therefore considered unknown oddities. In most cases, blood relatives, such as Galias, the sub-people Aquitania is engaged all year round, develop.

"Right. Looks like your brother's safe."

"I don't know why some people don't get sick when they're in the same environment all the time."

"They're not the same individuals in blood. I've had a chance to catch up with history lately. There was also a description of yellow and black disease. Oh, don't look me in the eye I expected. We can find many solutions from history, but not all of them."

For a moment, Alfred truncated Yelena with the color of anticipation in her eyes.

"Yellow and black disease was once an infectious disease that wielded fierceness in Laurencia. Career is unknown. Effective treatment is also unknown. Many individuals who died and happened to survive connected civilizations. So the people of Laurencia do not develop. Mr. Yulan's blood is protecting you."

"It just so happens... that medicine is powerless"

"I have you guys to make it stronger. I'm here to support you."

"I want power now"

"That's arrogance. It's not like you."

Alfred treats Yelena harshly. She's trying to be a specialist on this road, which is why she has to be right, tough, and guided.

"... blood, huh? There is no certainty. Plus, there's a lot of risk. But if this blood is worthy of lineage... is there also a semen that connects it?"

"... transfusion? That's too dangerous. My dad said. Even Marcia said there was an experiment. Those who are not those who have had a blood replacement rejection, the same as they are now. I don't know, but conclusions."

"But if I don't do it, I'll die"

"It just so happens that a life that might help could also die of rejection"

"I've read in books that blood relatives had relatively little rejection."

"Relatively...... definitely not"

"Is there absolutely no medical treatment? If you do nothing and occasionally expect it, even if it helped, it wouldn't be a pile of anything. Just repeat the past. I don't know why, but it helped. Then it's better to do something and die first."

"You are the devil."

"No. Kings."

The weight of life. It's the same with Yelena and Alfred who don't think that's light. Still, Alfred doesn't get lost when he should choose. Lost time is wasted, and when an indeterminate obscure option lies in front of you, take a significant one that leads ahead.

Even if I'm wrong, it's better for what remains of failure than not wandering.

"I'll carry the business of choice. You can tell that boy I ordered it. Alfred Ray Arcadia ordered him to be the son of his sponsor. I'm the one who killed him. It was me who chose. Come on, move it, Yelena. The king made a choice. It's your hands and feet that will produce the results. For better or worse, you are not responsible. Because it's the king's job to carry it."

Alfred stroking Yelena's head and standing in front of the other doctors. Doctors desperate to fish the literature, some even fry medicinal herbs that are likely to work and prescribe medicinal solutions. We all turned our gaze on each other, but the next moment we began to immerse ourselves in the work.

They don't have the time to be involved in the field or anything.

"My name is Alfred Ray Arcadia. My father is William von Arcadia. It's one of the investors here. And on behalf of the investors, I have a request for you. Yellow and black disease, I want you to do a blood transfusion in your next of kin as one way to deal with it. Whatever results it produces, have the state recorded and connected to future generations. I'm not looking for success. Seeking execution."

But if that's a convenient story for doctors, then that's another story.

"Blood transfusions? Do we exchange blood between humans?

"Close relatives, I'm sure my brother isn't sick."

"Does it do anything to exchange blood?

"It's more interesting than your proper frying pills. Besides, this is the first time I've seen a blood transfusion. I'm interested to see how you react."

"If you succeed, good, even if you fail, can you see unusual things,"

The doctors responded well. There are both one- and two-habits of those who have hoped for places like this. Some people have ethical issues.

But that's the kind of talent people need to move forward.

"You should do the treatment in my name. Take responsibility in my name."

Doctors' eyes gleam.

No effect is known. It would be unknown if the treatment was performed. But there is one track record to be made. That's what a new step is. If the step ahead is wrong, you can pull your foot in. That would lead us to another place.

Make a dot. We need to look for the unknown and bury it. We can't move on.

"... I'll come back later. There's someone I need to observe."

Alfred prepares to go out wearing a disguise mask with doctors on his buttocks who have begun to have discussions about yellow and black disease.

"I'm sorry. I..."

"There is always me before you. You have nothing to fear."

For the future, what really matters is this place. But that's all that keeps people from moving. People have feelings. The world is full of irrationality. As long as there are a certain number of unclear, emotionally measured people, we still need a hatchet.

The most powerful hatchet in the world - because it produces persuasion beyond reason.

○

Flashy outfits, flashy victories, and fenris snubbing in a boiling venue.

"It's no help. It's not my turn yet. Shit."

"Baldovino, let us gather information on Sans Ross. That said, there were limited and slightly biased people with experience in engaging with him. As an overall trend, they say they poke at plain, insidious, root-dark, and unpleasant places. It was all bad talk."

"You've got the wrong person to ask. You're the spear girl, right?

"... Discover. Anyway, within standing around the opposite, for him, the scope of the show. That said, it's unlikely to be seen unless a pretty strong person is the other person."

"He's pretty strong now, too. You're the best in Nedeluxe."

"That's what I treat as a child. A little too strong, huh?

"Whatever. Come on, come on!

The Fenris, Skoll and Hattie Valhall threesomes watched the game amicably. I have about one extra person to spare time, but I don't have any particular sights, so discount.

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Those three shut up at the same time.

Most of the others in the venue had lost their words.

"You're here, winning candidate, one of de fate"

Hattie's words were overheard by Fenris, who would normally eat and hang them. I don't usually show it, staring at the man's admission with a wolf's eye. Instinct, intuition, was telling.

This is your enemy.

"Lionel Girarde"

A man who combines roughly all elements, required as a samurai.

"... I heard it was difficult for my personality."

"Do I look that way? Doesn't look that way to me."

A fine, fragrant atmosphere without charm. We are already putting together things to prepare for a general who carries a single country. Everything about Garias is on the ideal body.

"Oh, that's a masterpiece. He didn't say a word, he wanted a place."

Just stand. It's amazing because that's all you can do to overwhelm others.

Fenris was looking at each and every step of the way as if he had been bored earlier or something.

A little further away from there...

"Yeah, I knew you were getting stronger. One way to walk, not like before. Well, let's go see how you're doing. Your opponent, Marius of Aquitania, is a mighty man. How do you feel?"

Alfred was quietly observing.

You will always fight with either him or the other. And either way, they come out eating each other, elevating each other, eating each other.

I need just a little information.

For the talented self to win.

Rionel Girarde pulls out his sword quietly.

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Marius of Aquitania. He has served many times in the wars of young but subhuman hands, survived all of them, and these days has also begun to leave claw marks.

A star with clean Aquitanian expectations. Rionel and I have also crossed each other on several occasions in the arena, and he is a pretty down eaten strong man.

(The vibe wasn't the same then)

Back then I was showing off without stripping, talent, desire, or that. I couldn't even feel the shards of character, but I was amazed at their talent. But I was also willing to arrive one day. If he relies on talent to fight, he can catch up.

(But I'm not what I was back then either!

At the moment of taking the erection, the fighting spirit abounded from the five bodies of Marius.

"... you're strong"

Lionel twisted his neck and sounded gently.

That praise for Marius still didn't seem like the line he said in his memory. Strong but crude, without goods and without shards of humility.

A man who couldn't possibly have, such as admitting others.

"Come."

Marius' sharp sword chi takes aim at Lionel's neck. The speed, sharpness, futile movement of Marius who rushes out, of warriors who have all gained experience. So no one will have polished up to this point with this youth. He's strong. Definitely one of the best in the tournament right now.

But...

"Nah!?

Rapid departure from stillness. At the time I thought I'd turn to take it, I can't keep up with Marius' sword on the way forward. Rionel slips his body inside the orbit where Marius waves his sword, sealing that sword just by placing his shoulder on Marius' arm.

"Bubba, ka-"

Lionel eagled Marius' head as it was and hung it. I can't cage myself in a sword or anything without my feet on the ground so that Marius can fight back.

Still, even if I don't give up and wave it by hand, its arms are caught in the opposite hand, twisted up and its sword dropped.

"Battle Available"

Proclamation of a settlement that sounds light. The venue had lost its voice to an unimaginable overwhelming play.

"Sorry, I'm not clever enough to do a show."

Lionel gently lowers Marius and gently raises his arms to exit lightly. For the first time in its transformation, Marius looked to heaven.

(Unlike then, I don't feel like I can win this time)

By the time the audience swallowed the situation and the cheer burst, Rionel had already left. The defeated Marius also exits with a sunny look.

"... I see you're in a good mood, Master Lydiane."

"Looks like you finally got Garias. Special to the memorial, talent that can be a giant star."

The expression of the Lord of Marius, Galerius, and of his belly, Rhushuan, saying that he had come before the treasure of Galias. Marius was quite confident for them. It's not like that was a light defeat. No words.

"It's horrible to say how times go. If you think the top has finally disappeared, the bottom has risen, and it's only recently that we've been eaten in between. And now the generations beneath them are eaten?"

"Instantly, is it?"

"I guess you mean you're getting old"

Galerius applauded as a late tribute to the winner and to the loser.

○

"What is that monster?"

"It's good to remember. He is Lionel Girarde. Meaning that Galias, who combines quality and quantity, dared to carry everything on one of him, only quality. You know that now, don't you?

Amazing is its first speed. And standing around from there.

A delicate take he would never have had before. Instead of force, he collapsed with moves, and at the end, he made it look like he had symbolized with 'like' force. It would not have been intentionally entertaining, but the masses are thriving.

Perhaps his way of winning will supply the most talked about Tane in the first round.

"Are you willing to beat that one?

"Of course."

"... I don't want to see that one anymore."

"... so do I. As much as I can, I want to be less burdensome."

Even so, Corsair can tell that he doesn't think he can win without being helpless. We haven't known each other that long, but we're still friends who got on a boat and had adventures together.

…………

So I won't say anything. I understand that I mean nothing by his words, such as his own. If that's possible, I won't be next door.

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Palomides and others had lost their words before the battle of rolling. There was too much difference. How much difference in power will there be between ourselves and Marius of Aquitania today? I don't expect to lose, but depending on how well it goes, wins and loses can shake only slightly.

Then it is self-evident that the same result awaits if you are present.

"That's good, what about Pharaoh? It's too late to hit them."

"... those guys, they?

"There's another one. There's just as much monster. Seriously, those poor people, the second half of the group. I'm pinned down by the age fraud Sans Ross by the monster Lionel Girarde, the last one. You won't even be a bite dog. There's too much difference in power."

I also understood Palomides when I heard he was the last one. Lamberto, the man who plays the big trick in the first round, is the one who has to fight.

"I mean, can't you hit it? Zena in Mira over there, I can't see the bottom, but there's Alfred. Fine, someone to dress up for."

"Hey, Lamberto! He said it wasn't like you!

"... I think it sounds like me on top of this. Oh, but - I'll be right there, and I'm coming. Miserable, let's not be a little shapely."

Lambert walking out of the house. Leonie and the others try to speak up to encourage them at all, but nothing comes out. So much so that even amateurs could see that the presence of saying Lionel was too intense. That and each other, I guess that's more true than Lamberto, a samurai, recognizes that way. Then you can't say anything.

I don't care what you think, you can't beat Lamberto.

There was just one girl who followed that back quietly where no one was looking.

It doesn't affect anything, but still...

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"You could afford it."

"Ma, I mean lucky."

The pleasant winner, Skole, had one elbow in the way he seemed to have slept. The opponent has probably formed a detachment party to manage to collect the marks and make a move through the qualifying round. I bought the mind that went up with my hands, but it is possible that it would have been better not to come up if it had been in this format.

"Don't let Fenris shrink."

"... what kind of guy is my opponent in the first place?

"... no, that's what I don't really remember either, shall I ask Hattie?

"No, that's fine. You don't remember that much, do you?"

Just a crossing point for Fenris. If you're quite a memorable opponent, you're still not as popular as you are with all the arrangements that are supposedly overdone if you don't suppress them.

"Well, that's it. There's only one thing I can do with you before he says," Lionel. "

"... I'll do my best."

"What we've really done together, hey"

"I always meant it, though."

"Liar. But you're not serious, are you? Until I caught up with him, I lost my hand. Now, don't think I'll let you get lazy. Seriously, come on."

"… Accepted"

Fenris had talent. My father has no less talent. The real one in the real one that my two mothers thoroughly raised without spoiling. Only the number of places wasn't enough. Not until this tournament begins. Thanks to this tournament Fenris is growing dramatically.

And then, how far can you go before you fight that monster?

(I would have liked it to hit around Sans Ross if I could... well, okay. Will you try to play the role of prey somehow? troublesome though)

I don't even have the right person until I hit it with myself.

There is no prey to eat. Things that naturally say wolf temper gets rough too.

(Poor thing. He doesn't even know his first name. Be an exquisite and frustrating mouthpiece)

Oh, frightening. With that said, Skoll bites off the stretch and returns to the seat where Hattie waits. I wonder which wolf it is that bores me.

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Olumpia main battle, final set of the first round.

Fenris is ah I knew I would be heartily dismayed. Will the opponent have a blue look, and the smell of scent be puke anyway?

Did you throw up too much nervousness, or couldn't stand the pressure?

(You're with both of them. Just a mock fight with a bladed sword, what do you have to freak out? We can kill each other.)

Fenris stretched lightly to try to make the fastest and shortest dramatic decision possible, like Lionel, if it was enough to be a boring game. Early in the start signal, we go in as fast as we want.

So - over.

(If you are weak, stay where you are weak. It's out of place, Temeer and others. What's the point of ordinary people stretching out, shaming out? What do you carry, bluer? You can't break your back. If you're packing, don't try to carry it!

Defeater, Fenris is the most abominable thing. A sign my father carried, losing to the White King. The brand of the loser, heard many times, whispered even in his own country.

(I'm not like Temeer and the others!

I win. Win and prove it.

"The final match of the day, Fenris vs. Lamberto. Both sides. Match, let's go!

■ ■ ■ ■ was not wrong.

That acceleration was almost the fastest in the first round of the match. Lionel, Mira and tension speed. This is still not the mainland, but it is still not clueless -.

And yet...

"Fushiyu!

Vibrant poking counter. During the rush, he was forced to twist his body and twist it, but the blood crept on Fenris' cheek.

"... Hey Cora"

Standing where Fenris looked back was still a man with a crisp, distorted grin on his blue face. Lots of whatever you think. It is very unlikely to cross the current speed range. Still, I snorted.

Plus, a dozen years ago, it's fast to get back to the building.

"It's expensive."

Fenris laughed a little.