Tower of Karma

In an unceasing cheer, "The First" Olumpia combined with a grand curtain pull. He stretched his spine properly until he got off the stage and firmly acted as the winner. A new hero born in the Pacific world made his name in history.

His journey is completed by his active crotch of the world and by his legendary legend also in this land of El Touré, his last adventure. A true king who knows heaven and earth. In the time to come, light fills the vessels of the king who runs at its head and guides the people.

The public will never know what that means.

Supper after the closure of Olumpia. Fenris drinks with his face in the corner of a lavish venue where dignitaries gathered from all over the country meet together. Next to it were Skoll and Hattie, who sipped alcohol in the same way. The reason for the rare sight - is not just physical malaise.

"Why, why didn't a woman lean on me as the semi-finalist, and he was all over the guy down there?"

At the end of his ugly jealous gaze was the appearance of Lionel dressed in a neat outfit. Indeed, if he kept his mouth shut, he would have been stuffed with a large, even body in a neat face, and a cool temperament and hot elements in a standing like that for some reason.

Besides, if you got the status of a superpower, King Garias' sword, you wouldn't have a reason not to be hot. But those should be the same for Fenris. I am a prince of Valhall, stronger than he is and I have not lost my face. The taller is inferior or far above average.

"I wonder why. I don't know if Skols would ever let a woman come to me."

"My mother said I was pretty cool, too."

"... what a man with a dirty book in one hand is saying"

It's a reader appeal.

"The appeal is diagonal!

"Er, let it go! I can't because you guys are not hot!

My threesome and noisy threesome, but the reason for not being hot is obvious. The three of us are so disappointed that it's hard to get close. A trio that could be a little snug with that kind of eye. The women can't find a gap to attack either.

Besides, all three of them hold key positions in one country. It will be quite limited even on this occasion, such as a woman who can catch up with them hardened and speak up at will.

There are three of us who don't realize that.

"Even so, can't you just come out? I managed to show it to the closing ceremony, but it was more like you now."

"Ugh. I said I was totally screwed."

"My legs are shaking from time to time."

"... eh, seriously?

He was a fenris pretending to be fine, but after attending the closing ceremony, he was being treated urgently by a group of doctors proud of El Touré, whom someone was immediately calling. They say attending such a meeting on the same day is not a sane shack. He said definitely not to stop, but he watched the hotties far-flung as Fenris held on and now cares about resentment like this.

"... well, kidding aside, he's coming, whatever"

"What makes you say it all?

"Because he's Alfred Ray Arcadia."

Reason for not being a reason. Fenris understood by instinct. He said it was the real deal for him from here. He appeared on the ground laying a full slate of stones to welcome this production. Then I will come. That's the man who says it, and above all, I don't want to think that the readiness of a man who can't stand here smashed his own fangs.

That battle is more eloquent than a million words.

"You see."

I was connecting the two.

"Oh, here comes the star of the day"

Hello, everyone.

Alfred Ray Arcadia showed up refreshed. There is no longer a need for masks or anything. He's the star of this scene, and if he shows up, it's all his idea, though. That's what we call the lead role, and we can put it at the center of the story, the script.

There is no slight anxiety in walking. At the time of exit, it also looked like it was pulling over, but maybe it's not that deep beyond being able to walk firmly. Everyone thought so. Only a few who understand him and his nature, who understand the battle, are afraid, respectful, frightened, pitied, and remembered for their appearance of normality.

"What's going on? 'Cause, uh, you weren't in a state where you could move. Not just the legs, but the legs, out of the question. There's no way I'm gonna let it move."

"I tend to solidify it with cloth or something from the outside and it just makes it easier to bend. It's not bent. I'm not willing to go through my knees. I'm just showing my dead legs to the living wind"

"It's not just the legs. Sound is disturbing everywhere in the body. I'm just forcing you to listen like that with other sounds. Spin the melody without using the crazy part of the tune. Are you really going down the path you decided to take? Knowing there's no such thing as your happiness."

The troika of Raul, the national outline, and Orpheus had the emotions of the troika.

Walk without hesitation. How much pain and misery is under the smile? Few solve it, and that is why there is no salvation. You will not be rewarded.

"... you're here, aren't you? Your people are with you."

"Something's wrong. I have a girl who looks great."

"Is that where you, samurai, should see it? I'd pay attention to the two neighbors."

"Well, I see that all over the city and in the venue."

"I know you're strong. Skoll wants to say that the problem is the lady who's taking the two guys on that level. Well, take that position. He's got a trump card."

They were forming in a way that would protect her, located just behind Alfred. Not just the two samurai, who will probably be in their homeland, but everyone seen to be Alfred's men, is serving in a standing position centered around her, not Alfred. It can't even make sense there.

"The place to go, naturally, is" there. "

Alfred smiled and walked in front of one man. Be graceful.

Behind the venue, where guests gather during the VIP.

The deepest, that is, the man who stands at the top of it.

"It was a brilliant fight, Alfred."

"It's an honor to compliment you. Sire William."

William von Arcadia, White King.

"Don't be so afraid. I would be a parent and a child. There are stories that accumulate, but there is also a need to have parent-child conversations in public. Well, let's go back to the country together and talk in the rest of the room. The drilling journey, I saw the full results, but the rest is only interested in the process. Shall we?"

Sudden core. Yes, Alfred wasn't ostensibly kicked out or obsolete. But as a rumor, almost openly, he was abandoned and chased after the country. It was almost recognized in the alley as a muscle saying so.

It was denied on this occasion, on the occasion of the gathering of the heads of State.

Let's take Alfred's journey on a drilling, training journey as an official story and welcome him as he grows through it. One hand in trying to retain the majesty of the king while also taking in the protagonists of this occasion. Sara and Alfred will officially return as princes.

Even the journey, which left behind numerous anecdotes, was correct as a king's muscle piece.

The story of Arcadia's royal pursuit replaced the story of his journey as Arcadia's royal family. If this happens, Arcadia will rock for better or worse. There is no way Claudia and the others will welcome us in silence.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty. I'm not treading on the soil of my country yet."

"... what?

Alfred declined the offer. Venue air freezes. Regardless of how the protagonist is, there is something about the position given to him. This is an honest and responsive phase, and if we're going to crush each other's perfect hands, then neither will the king's face.

"I have something to do"

"I don't think there's more to it than going back to your country and fulfilling your duties as a royalty?

"Do your duty as royalty. That's exactly why we can't just go home."

"... ho"

Looking into Alfred's eyes, William urged him to continue intriguing. Tell them to go their own way, not their own. If so, I'll have to ask.

Today's star is him.

"Come here."

"Umm."

She stood before the White King, having placed her hand on it, the hand of Alfred, who offered her hand respectfully, and embodied herself as being above it.

Behavior of standing as if you were reciprocal, no, superior.

"Her name is Tauseleto Ra Eskendereiya. Translated in these words, this will happen, but sooner or later over there, you will abandon your unique name and just become known as the King. That's her role."

"Eskendereia, heh, you've never heard of it."

"You two must know. Garias and Valhall were secretly there, watching their way into the Dark Continent. Then it must be an inevitable country."

Ahead of Alfred's eye, two women, the brains of Garias and Valhall, were distracted.

"... oh, even if I know enough to say no. My grandfather, Eskendereia, the reigning power, was the ultimate goal in entering the Dark Continent, which was the grief of the great Innovation King Gaius. This is the arrowhead where dealings with peripheral countries have finally begun to orbit over two generations."

"Hegemony?

"It's only a small number of surveys, so it's estimated, but the land area is not enough to add Arcadia and Gallias, and some land is vast and fertile if you turn south. I've been trying to get Garias to look into it with a lot of hands."

Galias, Valhall and two women, the brainchild of the country, were making tannic surfaces. He couldn't even make contact, it seems that Gaius once brought it to a glance, but when he heard that the life of a promising stock of young generals had been scattered among the warriors of the country, he deplored the cultural differences and decided to slowly attack him from the outside.

Valhall is also a big country that hadn't even grabbed a foothold.

"... Big"

The scale at which the perimeter ceases to exist.

"And she's called a king, I hear. Is that good to take as word for it?

"Of course, Master Lydiane. In Eskendereia, those who deceive the king are supposedly heavenly punished. Specifically, a private sentence by ten warrior chiefs."

"... you're familiar with it"

"Of course. I went to dictate women. It doesn't make sense if you can't communicate your intentions, and if you know the culture, you don't know your hobbies. Some people at the Taylor Chamber of Commerce position business talks in the same row as dictating heterosexuality. I'm one of them."

"... that's a lot different than what I was hearing."

'Cause you can't even tell a lady about my women's problems.'

Alfred smiles. Disgusting.

"There's a lot going on, and me and her are engaged in a couple contracts. One way or another, it's close to a contract in politics...... my position in Eskendereia is the national guard, her spokesperson and her role in the practice of Eskendereia. They're ten warrior chiefs serving under it, so to speak, you're a general. When it comes to the ten-finger warrior in the reign of Eskendereia, I think it conveys awesomeness."

Dimyart and Rosetta greet the surroundings. While putting out the pressure of the strong.

"I see. That's a big part. I mean, I have to go back to that country, so I can't go back to my abandoned hometown, and that's what the rest sounds like?

"No way. I'll let this dimyart inherit the status of national guard any day. It will be an assignment after developing roles, positions, and laws… will it be for a while?"

"... I've never heard of it before"

"It's the first time I've said that. Encourage me, warrior Dimyart."

"... Your will"

Even William is going to be dazzled by stories that have taken too many leaps. Gaius didn't arrive, but Garias says they moved the mountain Valhall wasn't even able to touch. That no longer even falls within the boundaries of a single individual but of a single country.

"Let's get back to it. I am counting on them to cooperate and to do exactly what the King has to do. Dark clouds covering Arcadia. They want to sweep it."

"Dark clouds...... No way, no, I see"

One is good with amazement at seeing if something connected in William.

"We hope that by sharing food for the land, two consecutive seasons of great famine, we can alleviate it at all. Of course, we need more cooperation than crossing the sea. But we, Laurencia, bite the joy of becoming one after this tournament. I'm sure you can help me."

Alfred smiled at the other two women who were likely to distort the tannic surface further and still scream out. Garias and Valhall, the two countries were besieging Arcadia suffering from famine. It is a necessity, and the tenacity that laid the cold siege net.

It was Arcadia, which had originally suffered from chronic food shortages as a result of the rapid expansion of both land and people, but was only making up for it with the force and funding it had at its disposal, another national force. A hurried harm. That's why it was visible that it would happen sooner or later.

Not just those two countries. Nederks, no country, only surplus can lend a hand. And it's a country that can afford it, and for them Arcadia is the one they want to pull down. Then their response was right and Arcadia, who had a hole they couldn't deal with, was bad.

But those two countries, which were at the heart of it, cannot refuse his offer. They had no choice but to hold hands while distorting their faces because they could understand the value of making a deal with Eskendereia, albeit indirectly.

"I'll also borrow Vike's hand. I also need your help. We have to move things forward in a broad perspective from now on. El Touré for that, the Pacific Age for that matter. Help each other. Let's all make a profit. Towards a world where everyone can laugh."

Those who do not know well are applauded for their momentum.

Keeping his head down on them, Alfred only looks like a good, pure, heartfelt young man. But those who understand understand.

"That's nasty. He threatened all the kings in this room. An unknown power that says Eskendereia, hang up that card, dance as you say, or I'm leaving you. The great stepping stone of the dark continent, because we can't miss this."

"If you just kept it hidden, did you have to do it at the tournament?

"You had it. Eskendereia was an unbeatable card. Alfred needed to be named in order to foil the card. Probably."

"... maybe it's a hit"

"You're Dr. Alfred, Fenris."

"Shut up, you idiots!

Throw away the noisy corner, but everywhere there was a fuss. The fact that Garias and Valhor were stretching their legs to the Dark Continent, preceded by an individual, Alfred, blurred the king.

If this happens, everyone on this scene has to dance.

"Is this your trump card?"

"Yes, was it suitable for your father's glasses?"

"... brilliant, I must say"

"Thank you"

Beyond all scripts, an individual who said Alfred at once jumped to the head. If you look at the faces of those who are here, you will see. The sheep who don't understand laugh like an abalone, and the sheep who understand float and bitterly laugh at the tannic side, with various expressions.

But only one person is looking down on everything.

"What's going on up ahead in your script?

"Keri within a year."

"... Kuck, try it. If you can."

"I'll try"

A short conversation that took place between the two. That was the promise sent by the two scriptures, confirmation of the end point of the story that each other should aspire to. The story was about to enter its final phase.

This is a story that the King of Comedy takes over from the tragedy.

Stories of those born from the bottom of darkness striving for layers of light for generations.

The time for inheritance has come.