Tower of Karma

"Roar."

"What are you talking about? You're hurting me."

When I finished watching the wolves fight to death and came back to the room reserved for me, there was a boy with emerald hair relaxing like home.

Orion, this is my room.

"I know, right? Are you making fun of me?

"... I'm asking you to leave?

"Uh, why?

It's amazing.

"Yeah, I was very surprised. I'm with Mr. Lionel."

"... get out when you're ready"

"Yes."

Orion rolling gobbly over Rionel's bed.

"Today's opponent, that was amazing"

"Oh, well, yeah. It was strong."

Without keeping Orion's presence in sight, Lionel worked in preparing tea. It is one of the hobbies that has become elaborate recently.

"My share, please."

"Brew yourself, Cass"

That being said, there's no big difference between making one or two, and they end up using it on their feet, even if it doesn't make a lot of difference to the child.

"Ooh."

"Hi. - Still sucks."

He said, "Are you being killed?

"But you're getting better. Good, good."

"... how much from the top, you little brat"

"Oh no? Who is teaching you to study?

…………

"Who the hell taught you tea as a noble hobby for manners and behavior? Well, I have no idea."

"... just drink it"

"Yes, sir."

There was a reason why Lionel didn't come out strong on the nagging boy, besides being a teacher. This boy is simply excellent. Roughly nothing beats Lionel but a sword. Especially the bow. There's already nothing in Garias that lines up other than the mother.

"But even then, Mr. Lionel won."

"What are you talking about?

"Talk about today's game."

"Oh, is that the story? I don't know how it turns out."

"It's humble. Well, I think you're right as a person, but what about as Lionel Girarde? It looks good, but the old Mr. Lionel seemed stronger."

"Huh?"

"That's what he said all over his body, even though I'm not the strongest. I was impressed by that unfounded confidence."

"Don't be ridiculous."

"It's a serious story. Fenris, were you watching today? He spoke plainly. All over the body. Maybe the winner is one of the two, and as far as I'm concerned, you don't want Mr. Lionel to win."

"Am I gonna lose?

"I believe you. Mr. Lionel is the strongest. You made me give up my sword, and it's not unpleasant for you to lose."

"He's a selfish bastard"

"That's what we are, geniuses, isn't it? Even ordinary people can be humble, and I think Mr. Lionel has a way with Mr. Lionel."

Orion's logic was unique. The arrogance of genius, the strength to just say it, is already ready and convincing.

"Well. I don't care about Temeer's reasoning or anyone else's scale. I only serve my purpose. That fucking dog. It's just a crossing point."

"I think that's the mountain range?

"Whatever Temeer thinks, I don't think so. That's all."

Look into Lionel's eyes. Orion drinks up tea looking bored.

"Golden Knight Alexis"

"Ah?"

"I'm obsessed because I lost, right?

"... used to be so"

"Not now," he said?

"Oh."

"What about that heart?

"... if you've run out of drinks, go home. I'm coming out."

"... Yes, sir. There's nothing in this building to go home to, but there's our room."

Lionel gets up and leaves the room behind.

"It's complicated. He was definitely an interesting guy. I don't know about the bottom line, but that guy's gonna figure it out eventually. It's the two of you who are aware that there's nothing you can do about it, right? I wonder if my horizons are just narrow."

Orion sighs that he wanted to be in the tournament. Seeing the battle of the Eight Kings raised that thought. I wouldn't be able to beat just those eight, any one of them, myself right now.

"I probably won't get together for a while with all this faculty. The tournament itself is well made as a surrogate war, so it will change shape slightly, and it will survive in a way that stirs up nationalism a little bit more, but it's not as interesting as this."

Still for later school. There must have been something I could only feel on that stage.

"My mother said it was enough from the top eight, but it was definitely funny before that. I wish I could have seen it. My mother's pride is high in weird places, too. Come on. You know, I wanted to get out. I wanted to join you because you could lose."

After a glitch on the bed,

"I'm free and go home."

Orion went back to the room reserved for himself looking bored.

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Rionel Girarde was chewing up today's fight. Even myself, who should have learned a lot from the samurai of Garias, is still not enough. The world was full of things I didn't know. I was only a frog in the well, and after my defeat, I rowed out into such a sea.

I can't imagine the end of the line. I don't even know exactly where I'm standing right now in the first place. Still, I know as experience that if we keep winning, there is a way.

If you lose, you lose too - I know it well.

"What are you doing?

And I recently found out about things that you can't get if you win.

I don't care what I'm doing.

"Then it's up to me to speak to whoever I want."

"... I'm not sure I'm going to answer that."

"When did you say I was asking for a reply?

"You don't lose your mouth. You're an asshole."

"It's an honor to compliment Gallias' secret weapons lord."

Night breeze flashes my cheeks. Not long ago, that was the relationship between the two that would have been unthinkable if it had been the beginning. Two hands and feet in different positions vis-à-vis one Lord. Nothing more or less now. We only know what's going on with our emotions.

Lionel and Charlotte.

Keeper dog and teacher. A relay point connecting Wu's connections with those of business and politics.

"It's about Temeer anyway, you can't sleep at night thinking of your beloved prince, can you?

"You're still an out-of-target, lousy man."

"Ha, I often say you blush as much as you drink."

"Alcohol, I was drinking! I'm so drunk, I'm here."

Even if I don't gaze at you, I can tell what look you're wearing so Lionel can take it. I can tell now.

Even though I didn't understand one thing when I kept it, I guess it was greedy and silly while I was at it that my understanding began to move from the side of my hand away.

"He's about to break. You worked up to the limit and used it all to get here. Be human and reach out to the realm of the Superman. The respite of the First World War is like a rain of grace for him. I just stretched it out."

"Are you trying to tell me it's ruin?

"On the contrary, do you think that destination is happy? If that's what you think, you can do whatever you want."

Let's go, Lionel. Everywhere I go, I inflict pain rather than grin on her, and while she hates me rather than being liked. And no matter what she does, it's impossible that she likes herself. Because she won't forget. What did Lionel do to her, to her house? And more than that, she will not forget the tears of the other abused.

"I know, about that."

That's why I felt a little, a little more comfortable.

Recently, the surroundings have become strange in the midst of being packed into the royal palace of Gallias and trained by the warriors. I've long been used to being spit on and hated, and I know how to deal with it. All you have to do is smash it with strength. Conversely, I am accustomed to being flattered, but the colour is not the same as before.

I haven't done anything because there's no special harm - it's disgusting to do nothing and change, and I can't help but feel safe about things that don't change.

Whether it's an emotion of disgust...

"I don't know if you're too ambitious and in a hurry, but you're gonna be broke soon, that's it."

"I didn't seem to have any ambitions with me."

"People change. At least that guy changed. Those are the same eyes as our owners. I use it heavily within the role, but if I lose it, I cut it off. Eyes that can keep you alive or kill you. You saw Temeer, too, right? Eyes when I processed those scumbags. Get close and you'll be taken advantage of."

Let's go, Lionel. Taoism Excellent here. A woman who can't get herself anywhere. He's supposed to be the unrelated person, but he's giving pointless advice.

This advice is pointless in a double sense. It doesn't naturally benefit Lionel, but it's also unlikely that she'll change her mind. Because that's the woman named Charlotte, and that strength is the very virtue that brought her to the bottom of the fall.

"It's a big favor. Why don't you worry about yourself more than you worry about people? The proxy war between Garias and Valhall. Gambling seems to be very busy."

"That's a big favor. Am I gonna lose? I have to beat him to get it back. Until then, I won't lose. I mean, I'm the strongest."

Absolute confidence. The rivals so far, only two left, but I was confident that I could beat either of them. I'm screaming that my instincts can win.

He says he's better up there.

"Ha, hon. You're an idiot."

"Aha?

"What do you say to you in the old days other than sin, such as the things you pick up today?

Lionel couldn't say anything. I couldn't think of a word to say back.

Seeing how it goes, Charlotte sighs. And then suddenly I slapped him on the back,

"Be decent. Stretch your spine and stand. I taught you, so if you don't just hold on tight, it will involve a ticket for the classroom."

To Charlotte, who flies,

"... you know what, bogus"

Lionel has no choice but to be evil.

"I'm here for you."

Suddenly Charlotte hangs on while throwing in a special word. It's beautiful even after you just said you ran away and left.

One, the core goes through, from anywhere.

"... you don't need it, motherfucker"

That being said, I don't know where I'm feeling.