Tower of Karma

The warriors were having their own time that night.

"Hey Hattie, is anyone in my country?

"... oh what is the one to say?

"Waste of effort, the one who's still doing it"

"You're not being honest. I'm here, a few. Shall I list it?

"Oh, for once"

Fenris will not forget the day he says today. The opponent he insulted himself, he was never a strong enemy, but only his posture was worthy of the spectrum. Some ordinary people envy and jealous of heaven and vomit crap, while others carve without saying anything while also having an obsession to pierce heaven.

There are various things.

I'm sure he'll see more piles of stuff ahead of him.

And destroy its exhaustion.

After that, he wanted to know.

Look at that disproportionately distorted repentant face today.

Palomides still waves his sword today. Bravery, like Lamberto, has never been missing a day. It is something that anyone who lives in Arcadia knows. Some things say his stoic posture is the knight's mirror.

My brother was waving his sword the same way when he saw that back.

Blind spears were playing silence. Next door is finally Raul with the swelling. Clashing with Ulysses, a fistman who suffered a long defeat was listening to the tone of a quiet lute with a sunny look. Often, a very gentle sound strikes my ear.

Mira and Xena had exchanged the Estado samurai for a joint audition. It was just the two of us who took advantage of Estado's proud elite talent and knocked them down.

"Don't watch it, old man. Let's fight."

"Brother, it is. Girl."

The intensity of the face also adds to the liveliness.

Lionel had been made dusty by a senior's proposal to "if it wasn't enough, I'd put you on archery". Lütes, Loran, Adan, Banjaman, and many other brave men take their place.

And I stood in front of a worn out Lionel...

"Stand by. No way, it's not the limit anymore?

"... fuck you. Bogus. Who the fuck are you talking to?

Knight with a streamlined sword.

Beyond the limit, the samurai of Galias train up to the last moment.

the future for them.

"Who is it, Temee? I know you're trying to stand out."

"Oh, this is unusual. Are you from Singh Country?

"You're not. I've never been there, but, oh, I can see you're raising it on your hips."

"What, just a samurai training self. I'm just polishing my moves."

"You mean you crossed the desert for nothing with just samurai training?

"Yeah, what's that?

Black Star saw something bottomless in the man. For a moment, his eyes seemed pale, and he thought that the atmosphere was somewhat similar to his own master.

"It's just that this world, Laurencia, is boring"

The man shrugged.

Alfred was watching the girl's condition. Obviously, it's getting worse. While taking records, transfuse at a set time to see how it goes. There was no rejection, but it didn't even look like the condition was recovering. A dark search with no answers.

"... you're gonna regret this,"

With those eyes, I could have saved my life with ease. No, not necessarily. At least the future without salvation cannot be changed. It is attested by the King of Knights defeated in the fierce sun. It's pointless if you can't save it with a choice. Still, it was possible.

There was, but what Alfred just didn't choose.

As long as you lighten up your choices and get lost in a true branch...

"I won't. That's why I killed you."

Choice is the king's responsibility. Better not have a curse to lighten that up.

Seeing the girl's painful face. I see my brother's face nursing it without sleeping.

Oh, what a heavy sight. I can't stand it anymore. I'm going to crush it. Now, if you had that curse on hand, who can say you didn't ride that sweet word? That's why I have to carry it. Whatever the consequences, as the chosen one, it is the king who bears everything: salvation, doom, joy, hatred.

"Hate is good. I abandoned an old miracle with my ego. It has nothing to do with you. You will have spilled a life you can save with dedication. The sin should not be extinguished"

Whatever the end, I won't turn away.

Because I decided to bear all my hopes and despair.

And morning comes. The battle goes to the next stage.

"Start the game Alexis Ray Albion vs. Athena of Garnias"

There is no shaking in the smiling king. The girl knew there was a lot of emotion under that grin. Few people know on this occasion that they are prepared to smile in tears of tears as they pierce their grandfather with a sword.

Only Athena and her aunt, her father, and 'her' who were there find out.

"Both, stand down!

That day, I decided to serve the king. I felt that was my destiny.

"I'm serious, I'm coming"

"Oh, I'll show you everything you've been loading."

So I'll get everything out.

"Begin!"

For all is the food of the king, and the foundation of the way.

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Alexis too. The battle between Alfred and Athena was similar to World War I. Alfred takes it, Athena takes the offense. schematics of kings and challengers.

But the brilliance of Athena's eyes is not just drawn out. A gaze filled with enthusiasm burned wearing his opponent with a full body spirit.

Swinging is the sword of a lion that Athena herself begged to teach after Alfred left. Miscellaneous swords, which are diverse and often lacking in regularity, were not even put together in the eyes of the amateur. Not the sword of Athena of Garnias.

She hasn't made it entirely. That's also self-evident.

"... but I can tell you I'm desperate"

"It would be under-trained. Well done. I was in the main battle."

The immature emerges. She forcibly uses them separately, not naturally. Distortion occurs. Reflects on scrupulous work.

Why, everyone thought so.

"... that's strange"

"Oh, that's crazy"

However, Valhall momentum, we all wonder if anyone in Garnia knows about her. She is being forced. I'm doing something I can't force myself to do.

"What do you mean?

"Athena of Garnias is a relatively ordinary neighborhood. But the sword would use a good sword that was straight and clustered, and the opposite was true now."

"Oh, you two know"

"Are you breaking the sword as a result of trial and error, or is there any intention?

"You idiot. If you look in the eye, it's obvious."

"Master Fenris?

Hattie turns her gaze to Fenris.

"I was a common dreamer then, but something happened after I was gone. The colour of your eyes is fine. Desperation conveys this far. The guy with those eyes can be expected. It's not zero because I found out yesterday."

Changes in gaze on those inferior to talent that they didn't even put on their teeth until yesterday. Scohl laughs dammit at it sideways. A man who was too demanding to impose on himself was reluctant to ask for it from others. It's still too expensive from the world.

Still, there was a change. Diversity broadened the horizon.

This tournament is really for young people.

own Lord, that change was essential. Because the majority of the world is a collection of ordinary people, less than a single grip, such as those with the talents he recognizes.

Yesterday, those who do not give up entered his sight. And then, those who gave up, if they had put into sight the real majority who had broken their dreams, compromised and folded into reality -

It's just that people are obsessed and committed. He also had a reason not to.

It's hard to point out because it's also his driving force.

"It's not about winning. That way of fighting is unlikely. Where is that heat being directed? What changed that woman's mind about empty knights?

Fenris wanted to know the back of a terrible battle.

What gave that girl the flame. What gave fire to a girl who didn't even have a spark, and what events changed.

The cause must be that man who keeps judging the sword flat over there.

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I know.

That a boy named Alfred Ray Arcadia is really a normal person. Better than people, but I think it's no longer a bad habit to be so out of line, stray at the crossroads, and be gentle with people right away.

I like the peaceful scenery and blend right into the pastoral landscape. It was very poorly dressed to storm with his arms around him saying he was good at caring for sheep, but he was bouncing back unharmed and complaining in tears that "I had a reputation in your neighborhood for being a good hair pruner when I was a kid".

I like to cook, but it's too much, and I ketch salt for some reason.

During the journey I found out.

He said he was special, but still normal.

He's the same person as us, he loves the scenery just as beautiful, and when he finds things he doesn't know, he tries to shine his eyes and know. Pure as a child, delicate.

People love you just as much as we do.

If I hadn't been with that guy, I could have been mistaken. That's all he gives a woman a kind, unintentionally wanted word.

But only one person is special.

There's no room to interrupt, and I don't even think about doing so. Because it was very normal and very valuable relationships were there in this world.

I thought it was beautiful. I thought it would be nice.

But I found out that day.

He's normal, but he's still special, and because of that special, he can't live normally. I was just watching it on the outside.

The sadness of having to pierce and kill someone I admired like my father. Despair that must survive that death and continue to advance death to food. Whether you want it or not, his special attracts destiny. It was necessary, my father later told me.

For whom, when I asked him, my father clouded his face.

"For everyone's sake, I wonder."

I said it wasn't for him. For a stranger, he kills his loved ones, separates them from his loved ones, and just comes to the top.

He was special, just for that reason.

I don't want to. Normal he would never want that.

The human pillar, the sacrifice, no one wanted it, it was just born with power, so he curses that he must be so himself.

I try to dedicate myself as a matter of course.

Wrong. I wanted to make that determination go away. You two can stay together. You can be happy, I wanted to say.

But I can't tell you.

Because I'm normal and I'm not special. I have no power. It can't be done in his place. Unusual, weak, short, what can I say to me like that?

I don't deserve to say it. I don't have the strength to take charge.

I learned the sword in Leonvern. I also confronted my father. I also discussed it with my aunt.

They told me all sorts of things about what the lions piled up in Laurencia, a little better than they did in those days, but they still aren't, at all, enough.

Regrettably, I was ordinary.

So, I'm sorry. I can't take your place.

Instead...

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Burning flames. Athena's roar echoes through the venue.

Let Alfred attack. The awkwardness of the sword. The spinning on hand and retrieving it would have looked hilarious. So incomplete.

I am not a genius like Ulysses of Leonvern. I don't have time to offer my whole life to inherit the lion's sword.

Ordinary people cannot complete themselves from the edge.

Therefore, Athena was only intended to show him the 'dots' because he could only collect them and be careless. That's why I came to Laurencia.

Everything is to be his way, his support.

To help, even just a few.

If 'He' is to give everything to the King, I will give everything to 'Him'. Hard work, drilling, time, everything about Athena of Garnias, is "He" Alfred Ray Arcadia stuff. Some things are more deeply sympathetic than love.

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"Winner, Alexis Ray Albion!

Neither the voice honoring the winner, nor the words calling the loser down. Everyone was out of line. Athena of Garnias. Everything, let it out until you squeeze it, to that look of kneeling with an awesome look.

I don't know what to say.

"Thank you Athena. I did get your drill."

Alfred graciously embraced his men's devotion.

"Also, I don't know. Now, this was the limit."

"Enough. Garnian moves, Leonvern's sword, in vain, do not"

Keep it up. Alfred hugs and exits.

The masses couldn't understand - the king and his knight got off the stage once.