Tower of Karma

The atmosphere of the tournament has changed dramatically since Airhardt took the audio head. There are only four games if you are the top eight in the first place. If I proceed quickly, I will digest everything before I plug it in at noon. Of course, if it were also a heat fight, the ruler would make money, but what we would expect from its location would be laziness as an operation.

Hence...

"Come on, come on, Arcadia's proud theater troupe White Wings swordplay will also welcome you to the right place. Alexis the Brave is in a big showdown with the Last Demon King! Oh, my God, the soldiers of the powerful Alliance have just been knocked down in front of the Demon King's spear!

Swordplay played in the progression of Airhardt. Even adults breathe into the killing squad on a terrific level, wondering if it's for children.

It should be, too, that the man in the role of Demon King is Claude von Lewius, Admiral of Arcadia and one of the three nobles of Nederks.

The role of Alexis...

"Hey, hey. I am the Golden Wings Shining and Alexis! Compete in questioning!

Marianne von Bernbach. Arcadia's largest troupe. Top stair of white wings and a thousand actors. Though it is self-proclaimed to have 10,000 appearances, there is no doubt that it has become an ace of theatre troupes in many roles.

"A fool. Who do you think I am? He's the last demon king on earth!

Claude as the Demon King, I thought it might be Norinoli. Other troupers put in the line.

There is no reason to know because even my friends of the same generation never showed it, but this Marianne, through the cleverness, was showing the slaughterhouse that the samurai also kaya.

I never saw Raphael, Beatrice, or even Claude fight, so I can't hide the surprise even in the play.

William, the old knowledge, also had a bitter grin in his surprise. What the hell does God say he gives her? What a girlfriend it is to showcase that for the first time on these occasions, the man called his brother can only laugh.

"Mr. Marianne, that's amazing. I've never seen you fight before, but it's going to work on the battlefield."

"I've been bad at that guy for a long time."

"... Yep!? I thought Mira missed you."

Alfred and Mira watch the game under the stage. Where I can afford to watch the play before the next game, that's just what I said. It's thick, basically.

"Back in the day with Hon, yeah. But, you know, beyond puberty, you probably don't like every girl, do you? Not just me."

"... I have no idea."

"Try something nice about him."

"Face"

"... it's your bad habit to answer straight to your face. It"

……

"Ha," sighed Alfred tilting his neck. Mira turned her attention to the play.

"I have an arm, but I'm losing everything else. Where the vast majority of other girls can beat that guy, can you name it?

"... oh, I see. That's hard."

"Besides, throw in the external added value, but only strength and charm make you a solid position, topstair? Then you're jealous."

"Because the habit, whatever you do, shows, that guy. Whether you do something stupid or weird, it ends up being a picture if she laughs. Sure, it's irrational for women."

Marianne exorcises the Bashish Demon King in a male role. The figure was precisely that of the hero himself, who had received a great drink not only from the children but also from the young and old. Even Claude as the Demon King can tell from here that he is a little in love.

That was going to wreck a lot of relationships, and even Alfred, who I only know somehow, got hungry with a bad feeling.

"It was a great play. So much so that I, the facilitator, was clapping unknowingly. Well, the white wings will also be in charge of the next act. After that, the showdown between Zena Sid Campeador and Mira awaits, so please stay with me for a while."

Ex, a diagram of the royalty bowing its head to the masses. It won't be very popular with those sitting in the upper seat. But the same goes for Airhardt, who fell to the ground at a time when he couldn't sit on the throne. I come to this land and know the comfort of my place, where I live positively trying to test my possibilities.

Already in him the lines of nobility, citizenship and slavery were fading.

Humans, whether usable or unusable, that was everything, and in the sense of fundamental qualities, in an attempt to raise or lower the rank, there was no significant difference in the ratio in the rule of thumb.

"Come on, it looks like you're done re-coloring. The majestic beauty of our Arcadia pride troupe" White Wings "singing princess, the hero who saved the world earlier as a brave man, while not even seeing its remnants at all, for all of you, be sure! Get drunk."

The direction Airhardt is pointing...

"It's Marianne von Bernbach, the singing princess!

The great circle of hua blooms. Such beauty that the masses, the royal aristocracy accustomed to beautiful things, still spin no words.

Arcadia was proud of the two beautiful princesses, who thought they would not fade even after their age, but as a woman they welcomed her to full abundance and looked terribly faded in front of her.

"Wow, come on."

Its petals are sun wheels. Everyone catches their eyes.

"... you see"

"... into words, don't be"

Mira sighs. Alfred narrows his eyes to so much glare.

Standing in the center and giving thanks, there is no shadow of an earlier hero. The masses who lose their voices, young and old, every gaze is drawn to them along with every emotion. Alfred got hurt. Crops can't beat 'real'.

That's unpleasant.

Claudia bites her teeth. No way, beyond time, it feels like that woman has come back to life in her full-season appearance. Sister compared to herself, who was also in full season. With the moon and the sun all aligned, that smile I've still overwritten. Little hatred, that woman.

Not yet, a woman sitting in the memory of that man.

"... yes, she was, wasn't she? Bernbach, I remember you, beautiful man"

Eleonora smiles. That's when I saw her shining with my loved one and found out about her first defeat. Enough material to line up. 'Real' to override the crop. So did we ourselves, but she was stronger.

The lineage, even the atmosphere, is exactly the same.

The only difference is that he's not next door.

That the smile looked like a sword.

"The song is her, babysitting song passed down to Bernbach. To everything, a song that gives forgiveness. Hear all about her, gentle and cruel."

Marianne's eyes just stared straight at one person.

"If it's taken away, forgive me."

William's eyes opened wide.

"If it's stolen, forgive me."

It's just a little different, but it's exactly that song, and what Bernbach knows is, I'm sure that Dayuan is that guy, and...

"If they kill you, forgive me."

Beautiful research. Summer, smells like sunlight. Illusions like she's singing, like she's, like she's forgiving me, fantasies. William was pierced by that tone, by that grin, by the sword she had warmed up. It stains out the jitters, the thoughts sealed at that time.

It was an unacceptable act. There's no reason to be forgiven. My weakness made me choose to cut her off. My distortions were so distorted that I had to.

Clear voice, good sounding singing. The singing power and atmosphere that overwhelms the disadvantage in this stage, which is not the building that makes you listen to songs, is exactly what you would call a singing princess.

It's just that she was now carrying her beliefs, her passions, her love, her despair, her sadness, her joy on a song she could do, not as a troupe, but as a job. Ego, I finally put myself on this stage. I could stand in front of him, in the front seat.

So, bump. Give yourself a chance. I've noticed, the truth. The darkness of Bernbach and his life. Above all, my beloved sister's, thoughts.

There is no room for me to intervene there. Still, I hope you don't forget. She said she was there, no matter what happened, no matter what time passed. He said he loved you.

Don't forget, about that guy.

"- I gave birth to you, to a beautiful world, to love, to love."

It's like disappearing, in the end. It may not convey anything. I may not get anything. Interpretation is just a song, a confusion that connects things that my sisters remember fragmentarily. If that man had sung it, what would he have looked like?

Was he looking happy, angry, sad?

Marianne von Bernbach stares him straight in the eye again, and gives a pepper and a toast. The audience, enlightened by the end, stood up in unison and sent a loud applause, cheering at her. It was a short time, but great singing, soulful singing.

People get intoxicated by her beauty and stare at her without even blinking on her back.

"... damn, I was gonna keep you close, hey"

Claude took off the demon king's costume and watched her from afar. The atmosphere is too beautiful and intrusive. She is made to recognise herself as a person of a different world. No matter how much you get up there, it's the poor out there. I don't care how you dress, it doesn't match.

"Bear, what's going on?

"... no, make it, you're a cunning being," he said. I was just disgusted with myself. "

A being that can be both a hero and a heroine. I can't help thinking it's cunning. Above all, she craves the same thing, in the same generation. I don't like it, but I compare it, and it made such a big difference that it made me sad.

All I can do for a woman is look at her martial bones hands and smile bitterly.

"... my mother sang me a babysitter song"

"Uh, are you pretty famous? He used to sing the same thing to me."

"What do you think? This kind of neglect."

Again, she knew too. Newly emerging commonalities. Of what I understand, double-check. Every element was illuminating his path. That's the path of fraud. Sad, full of loss, the story of tragedy. Unlike myself, it's not funny, the story was everywhere.

"Are you old? Well, that was a great song. Well, it's too good for kids. Ideally, yeah, definitely for kids. I'm not ready for reality. There are things in the world that you can't forgive, can there?

"Oh, right. And he that shall not forgive, is there."

"Whoa. Are you seriously crying? It's true that when you get older, you cry."

"Well, am I, crying? How long has it been? I thought it was dry."

From the edge of the eye, a glimmer of light finally flows. A history of unforgettable loss, of regret. That's when I had to. Even now, if it were the same situation, I would have. And as many times as she wants, she'll accept it with that smile.

I don't deserve to cry, Victoria.

On her back, I saw a sunflower laughing mischievously. It's going to walk up to me now, and I'm going to accept it - you know, the rest. Fantasy.

This is a little tabernacle play. Just a little rest for a while.