Tower of Karma

"It's narrow. It's no place to add."

'I'm sorry, Your Majesty. I just don't have enough power.'

'Mm, national guards aren't bad. The bad ones are the red and white women there. I forgive one because he is a poor minister, but I cannot forgive the other. What is it about staying at this kind of place with the National Guard? Hey, white fat man, are you listening to me!

"Don't speak ill."

"You know very well."

"Are you nuts? Anyone can tell by the look on your face."

"Are you saying something about me, too?

"... nothing in particular"

Alfred smiled and lied. Some truths are better not to know. She is, on the other hand, a very emotional girl who is worried about being a woman and not being a woman. This' truth 'is almost too sharp for her like that.

"National Guard, where are Dimyart and Rosetta?

"I'm having you hunting outside for a breath"

"Hunting, huh? I don't like dark night fights. Mm, all the candy melted '

"Go ahead."

'Not really! It's good! It is the Queen's responsibility to consume sweetness, isn't it?

"Of course you are."

"Uhm!"

"Spoiling a kid makes you look like an adult."

"Loser says something."

"Whatever!

(I wonder why these two have a conversation when it's a bad word)

Alfred's strange. And then he looks out with his little neck tilted. Their appearance has become a little noticeable.

Kyle was more prominent, so the eyes of the masses were deluded, but not even the monsters of conspiracy, the history of the VIP seats in a position to look over the venue.

We'll have to keep our guard tight from tonight.

I can say that I am fortunate to have more hands.

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The man's neck was broken. Behind it, black stars appear as if they emerged from the shadows.

"It's not paying attention. I know it's a good thing, but I don't think it's a good idea not to expose the hand tag. You mean strictly forbidden to take a leak. It's tough."

"Work without being foolish"

As the black star turned his gaze toward the voice, his blushing, faceless neck fell from the roof. The bad guy is Bardovino. After all, these two were accommodating pawns in any phase, combining indispensable force with mobility and responsiveness in Alfred's pawns.

"But oh. I'm only a collaborator, and my hands are good enough, right?

"... right. I was a little insulted by the country Eskendereia."

"Well, then there's Garias and Arcadia, with too much war and a territory we haven't grasped ourselves, and when we suck, there's a land and people that we've chipped all the way to Estado, right? Two of those ten-fingers, weaker is more surprising."

"Warrior country, huh? Its purity, a little, I envy it."

The strength of two warriors who surprise both of them is...

Multiple lights dance through the universe in irregular movements.

At its centre is one woman with an invincible grin.

A tragically murdered body, dozens of them. All were hand-worked. That throw they can't even spot the regularity, yes, they're throwing. A number of lights move around irregularly and back to hand.

Turn down the things you touched in the process, throw things.

'Are you going to take the time?

Before turning a glossy grin, he now drew a straight line, a straight trajectory, and the man dodged it where the circular blade was aimed at the head of the man with the bow.

It's a terrible technique, but in between bows, throwing seems to require a lot of motion, and if you poke it, the next thing you know, it's over.

"That's my maximum range, half of it."

A man dies without even being able to solve himself now.

A circular blade that stands against the back of the head. Who would assume, after passing at this distance, that it would be this power while turning around?

"... sickness!

Living in death. If you can't even leave, pay the price and win. Light that flies around the man who runs the shortest. That's a couple of staggers.

"... Gu!

He tore his cheek, tore his belly, and turned down his right arm. Still, I packed it. If it's zero distance...

"Good temper, sir."

Rosetta praises the man for his readiness.

"But you're weak!

Rosetta knocks in a special circular strike weapon on her back, the Kwan Zone. With strength, a violent blow smashes both the man's left arm. Literally the crushed man exploded the bloodtide and ran out. Wet by the gushing blood tide, she cleverly retrieves Chakram, a circular blade that returns immersed in the aftermath of victory.

'Weakness is a sin for a warrior. Once upon a time, as we were'

Far, medium, near, warrior for all ranges, Rosetta.

There are no weak men in the warrior chief of Eskendereia.

Among them, he is special.

"Fast!? What's this speed?

"Twenty!

Must be a sharp blow to the neck. Using the momentum as a recoil, he accelerated further and jumped one minute down the road, standing in front of the enemy, the warrior broke off his hand with his first hand and took away his offensive power, breaking his leg with two shots and taking away his manoeuvre. And with his third hand, he breaks his neck and takes his life.

A sword that is useless, supple, and highly murderous.

"Twenty-one."

A hybrid monster that combines beastly speed and flexibility, as well as people's technology. From the enemy kingdom there were no enemies in a generation close by until Alfred, a warcraft and a feared young swordsman, appeared. Dimyart, the man in charge of the future of Eskendereia, the land of warriors.

"I know you're going to get away with it."

The eye even sees darkness at night. The nose, the ears, doesn't miss any trivial signs.

- We're not gonna make it.

Accelerate all at once from scratch. No number of them jumped over the roof without a sound, and no one saw them drive. The Warcraft perceived the signs of the Warcraft and raised its mouth angle to the signs of uninterrupted acceleration. This distance difference is a good handle. I can compete comfortably. Yes, he thought about it.

The assassin man thought he could escape the rule of thumb himself. Sure, that monster is fast. Now, if you get lost in the crowd, that force doesn't make sense either. From the signs, the man expected to be critical in time. Men also have confidence in their feet. Nor should they try to kill themselves until they stand out in the crowd. You can't do this.

They're a handful of elites, if only they could deliver that fact to the Lord.

And one more step...

"My friend, I haven't had enough to drink yet. Come on, this way."

The man who stepped down in front of him slowly held the man and snapped his spine. With one arm, the other held his mouth tight and killed him with a hand gesture he was used to.

"It's still a long night. Oh, and that was a good competition, my friend."

Dimyart overturned the man's assumptions with a further acceleration at the end. After all, hunting isn't funny if it's not quite restrictive. It is the critical battle that gives rise to what is called thrilling. That said, there's still a difference in force due to the limitations that you can afford to act.

'... don't stare at me like that, you're gonna want to eat'

Dimyart glances at the gaze that pierces his back, distracted by the dark night.

"... that bastard, the one who was with that boy at noon, huh?

"Sounds like it. I've only seen it, but you're pretty sure."

"The question would be where he is, who he is and why he's with him. Even I can tell by throwing my sword away. That's a monster. Can you win, the two of you?

"" You don't know until you try. ""

It happened to be wrong. Fenris and Skoll, Hattie cannot forbid war on the strength of a mysterious man. Near-generation, so you won't have that strength. And he's anonymous. Everything is a mystery, the only thing I know is to say a powerful man who shoulders himself.

No, when you do it badly...

I felt a swirling rush in Fenris' chest, which would increase.

I'm with that one. I can do it. The fact is a scale that measures the man who still says the invisible Alfred at the bottom. Would that monster be such a sweet creature as to fulfill and pledge allegiance to things that say humanity and so on? An atmosphere close to the beast, I can tell because it's a sensibility close to me.

That is a beast that serves strength. I mean, that guy who can follow it - to say he's significantly stronger than expected.

Fenris' instincts had told him that it was dangerous to think shallow about its bottom.