Tower of Karma

The gaze pouring down on Lionel Girarde. It was an inorganic gaze that pushed and killed emotions, invisible in color. Nothing to keep you from getting enlightened about what's going to happen and what you've come together to do.

"... a defeat. Do you have any excuses?

Ten or twenty excuses floated behind Lionel's brain. They float as much as they want. I wasn't in the mood. I didn't sleep well. I didn't feel so good. It was incompatible. All that crap and stuff you're not even willing to put in your mouth.

Lionel mocks herself that the more such things float, the weaker she is.

"No, it's a complete defeat."

By the time I twisted it out, it was a short time, but there was great distress.

"Garias invested in you. You were obliged to win. You won't be so stupid that you don't know what we were looking for. How do you do that?

First place, the winner, the most powerful sign of the generation expected of Gallias and he was supposed to bring home. The result is third, never lower order. Still, not the result sought. In first and third place, there is too much difference in meaning. So...

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I can't answer that. Because I couldn't get results.

How do you say you can take responsibility for yourself being only a watchdog?

I can't answer that.

"Why did you lose?

Why did you lose? I don't know. It was me who dominated it, and it was me who was strong. I should have gotten to the bottom of the bottom and was still strong.

Yet - I lost.

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"If you put it in the words, it won't tell you anything."

By the time Lydiane is cruel, she tries to pull out the loser's valve with a cold voice. Whatever you say is an excuse. I don't care what you say, I don't look good.

Still, say it, she says.

"... I don't know"

"Don't know?

"... I was stronger! No matter how much, think about it, I don't know! But I lost. There was no excuse, I lost. I don't know why I lost or how I can win. But, but I, I..."

Squeeze it out.

"Again, give me a chance! Next, we're gonna win! I still don't know how to win. But make sure I find it by the next opportunity. No one will ever lose again. So ugh!"

A plea for opportunity, abandoned by shame and outward hearings. It was desperate, unusual, and dull for those who were putting up nothing. Rub his head to the ground, and still he begs. Give me the next one. Win and show if you have the next one. I don't know how to win - though.

I wouldn't even talk about it if I were normal. You can't even see the vision for the next one, but you should have a little more decent valves for winning and showing, etc. But...

"If you don't know how to win, I won't tell you."

Lionel trembles terribly.

"And I just wanted to say, honestly, I don't know either. Everyone here believes in your victory, is convinced, and is blinded by your defeat. There is no one on this occasion who can answer what that is. Speaking of superpowers, we have always suffered from quality differences. Even now. I don't know the area ahead of me from here. In the first place, even the realm where you stand today is untouched by us."

Lionel raising his face roughly.

"You said you could win. Well said. All that grandiose, thoughtful, right after you lost. You got strong! That's good. If you'd accepted defeat, we'd have pulled our hands too. But if you eat up your teeth, you can still fight, and you're going to win, we'll count on you again. Expect you to win, and we'll give you."

From next to Lydiane, one man advances. It was a leftover for Garias, but from his excellent sword skills, his battle abundance on the battlefield of excellence, Gaius himself scouted and gave him the newly established status of the king's sword. The meaning of it finally makes sense here.

"The general is responsible for the defeat. Sometimes if you sacrifice your neck, you won't be satisfied. All you have to do then is spoil and dedicate. But that's the easiest answer for the general. Death to the general is salvation, and living is hell. Sooner or later, the time will come to know. Then you will be a general."

Lancelo. A knight of the lake and a knight of deceit. Bend that. But I served Gaius. Because the begged wish was so beautiful. Because I thought it would never make more sense for a life that just lost its meaning to live and drift.

"Bear all the victories and defeats and fight. To destroy, to protect, to pour everything out for your country. Garias has given you something special. I'm trying to give you more to lose and still scratch. Don't ever think that's light. This didn't mean a lot lightly inside my hand, but when it's in your hand, it means a lot."

Lancelot put it up with a famous man and his predecessors, Lewis, who forged and forged the sword, Autoclair. It is quite a well-known sword in Garnia, but for Laurencia it is anonymous, just a well slashed sword.

Hand over your favorite sword, it means a lot in itself, but what he's saying isn't there. There's really one thing to give, and it's...

"The King's Sword. It's the name of the position you're about to sit in."

Where he was sitting, where he was being given.

Lionel was a thought poked at the void. Just a watchdog, chained, used as an archaic opponent for fun and comfort. I tried to use it to use them to beat that man, only to play a rematch against that man. relationship between the parties, by agreement, only within the value of use.

That's all I thought.

"What, this?

"You connect, to the next era. Our time is finally over."

To confused Lionel, Lancelo handed the sword. Heavy, hot, I don't think this man was gripping, no, this man's nature is what this passion is all about. Knight Lancelo, burning with enthusiasm and challenging the sun, everything that survived was here. Until now, the same thing has been pounding into my body.

I don't know what to say about this feeling.

"Let's think together, how to win. What, we all stand great on this occasion, to that man, all those who have lost to Arcadia. But that doesn't end there. I won't end it. Look, we're gonna win. Let's tell that man, to Arcadia, to all the countries of Laurencia, to win, and now it's time to put your chest up. That we are the superpower Garias!

To Lydiane's roar, Gallias' general answers with a shout and footsteps. Its momentum, its calories, with an atmosphere unspeakable, lies at the heart of it, Lionel Girarde.

"Win next. Then win again. That is the only life to the King's sword, Lionel Girarde. I know that's hard. The other monsters have been raised by monsters since childhood. What you're late for is that there's no choice. But talent doesn't take a pull. You win in talent. Monster, we'll tell you as many times as we want. Lionel Girarde is the strongest."

I thought Lionel, Lionel, Lionel, minutes were disproportionate. All this time, I've been looking up at the white tower. And there they were chosen. I am not chosen, a insect crawling through the earth. An unacceptable environment to dream about even tomorrow. I've only lived thinking about 'now'.

Tomorrow, you said you could think about it. Tomorrow, they said, give.

Instead...

"We'll make sure we meet your expectations."

Win.

Bear Garias, stand.

"Be sure!

Lionel was trembling. From the joy of having come to a place to be, not from the humble, weakness of earlier days, but as the thing to bear that has finally stepped out. to what was acknowledged, out of consciousness. The cheer creeps on me. The faces of those who had not even been in the eyes before enter the eyes clearly. be engraved.

These are the things you carry.

(fucking weighs)

Be aware of the weight of the sword.

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"Suddenly, but the rest will die in a few moments"

"… what might also be the Innovation King is very weak."

'No, I was told something similar to what the Knight King has. You know what that means.'

I was speechless. To the gall power of this monster, who knows it and shows no signs of swinging knowing his own death. Apart from the giant stars, I guess he was also more special than them. King, in that regard he isolates the others.

"I want to take on the right arm of the Knight King, the Knight of the Lake. I want you to pass on that experience to your talents, who will soon be born, with power as a part of us. Because the impotence, knowing it, wants the lake knight to change his temple from the Knight King. But if you're just going to shake it, a little bit better. To future generations, shouldn't we leave something behind? Otherwise, what a waste!

In the end, I guess I couldn't tolerate 'waste' for that guy. If you're just going to shake it, let it be used, Kai's Innovation King said. Twelve offers to make you smile at what a selfish statement it would be.

But in the end, I took the offer. I guess that's what I thought, too, somewhere. Our king's dream broke, we lost the queen, and me and Govan lost our love at the same time. Just shake it, shake it to the surface if you don't mind dying, in a drifting place, gained meaning.

I just inherited something of my own, and I don't think something will change. But that Innovation King laughed when he said there was nothing meaningless or anything else. A small pile, that's what brings innovation to the world. That's what they said, a little, I felt saved.

That our battle was not in vain.

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Look into Lionel's eyes, I think.

"You finally made sense in my path, too. Govan, Your Majesty, Our Battle Maiden"

Seeing the newly born star of Garias and the tears of joy that the man is prepared to shed, Lancelo cries again, too.

I thought of everything I had ever done, and when it had passed, I thought of the times and cried.

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"... bad way to put it, but that's a farce"

"Why are there thorns?"

"That's why you prefaced it. There's no way Garias lets go of Lionel. Just calm down and think about it and you'll see. I spare everyone that talent, and I want to make the most of it. That ritual was a thing for which the king's brains fed his pawn's defeat."

Alfred pointing a sarcastic grin at Corsair. The thought that ruins the inspiring scene you can even see from under the mask, the grin that perhaps contains self-derision about it, stands out a few steps more than usual and unnatural.

"So you were going to lose from the beginning?

Athena asks one step back from the two of us.

The standing position was her own concern for once, but Corsair doesn't care to get in line, and Alfred doesn't care more, so it doesn't make sense.

"Mmm, that's not what I'm saying. I guess I had a pattern to win, a pattern to lose, and many streets to prepare. Well, maybe it was an ideal way for them to lose, with the aim of growing Lionel. He's simple, so I'm sure he won't forget this day."

"I guess I'll be strong. Well, that's the boss's eye."

"Yeah. One consciousness changes attitude. If the posture changes, the absorption changes. Knowledge can be packed. Right now, most of the things he lacks are similar to that. Things that no one can give him, he has prepared himself from the very beginning. The day is not far away when he will be the pillar of Garias. In the first place, if we fight now, 'the result' could repeat itself."

The door cannot be opened just for itself. For someone, the door opens for the first time when there's something you want to have in your hand even if you're going to kill yourself. It's never the right thing to do just for yourself. The future is something that says it's possible, and that's why it's worth it, and that's why if you cut it off - it becomes power.

Although it is a bad road and not a recommended path.

"But there's no 'if' in history"

Alfred left the scene quietly.

…………

Fenris also followed the scene as he dragged his body more damaged than the loser. His standing was now clear. I don't necessarily win next time.

But now I win. Connected tomorrow.

"We're behind on what's ahead. Now, just about tomorrow."

The scratchy beast spends everything from here on recovery. Every minute, every second, for the best.

Results are everything. Win or lose, the difference between heaven and earth. I know that, but that's why...