Tower of Karma

Hero of the Redemption. A long time ago, the word was a word that stands for the White Knight William Lewis. Ostberg, Nedeluxe, Arcadia's strongest general who defeated Garias. And then there are countless miracles performed by a man who became a champion.

But creatures that say people are oblivious and have a weak nature in new things. In addition to the natural disasters that overlapped yesterday and the question marks for the ruling from the general population. People were getting overwritten when the different situations combined.

I half-forgot that I was saved, and now I'm just starting to gauge things. Arrowheads -

A new hero appeared.

Alfred Ray Arcadia, son of a great king, a living legend wearing the mask of Alexis and leaving behind various anecdotes around the world.

Says an undefeated gladiator. Says the man who destroyed Dawn End. Says he informally fought and won against Xena Sid Campeador. Says he was involved in a weird incident that rolled up in Nederks. Says...

Tales that are out-of-the-box, about rumours, bright red demas. His legend became enlarged as he mixed in, and the masked knight was well known throughout Laurencia.

And the victory in Olumpia. Now the world knows. that Alexis the Golden Knight was Alfred von Arcadia. Running out of his homeland, he deceived his provisional name and left many anecdotes around the world, putting an end to the mysterious knight legend as the last man to be lost and inherit Lucitania's 'Ray'. By revealing who you are and making the world aware of its strength.

On top of that he also performed a great miracle.

Most of Laurencia picked up Aswan Nasser, the national guardian of the atrocities, on a dark continent unknown, where he took the seat of the national guard of Eskendereia, known as the hegemony, and gained the second place of an incredibly huge kingdom.

Leveraging his position, he tried to supply a huge amount of food that Arcadia had been craving just a little while back from her throat.

Maritime transport, led by Gallias, and ground transportation also with the help of countries, make the Taylor Chamber of Commerce perfectly judging the logistics. It is the new hero, Alfred, who is the helpful actor involved in every direct negotiation, putting the deal together smoothly and quickly, and at the same time forming a major undertaking involving Vike's fleet, Garias, Valhall and even the fierce sea of Estado.

The new possibilities he offered were cards large enough to open the gates of Garias and others, who were inherently Arcadia enemies and reluctant to supply food, and even cooperate. Soon after the world wobbled, he completed them and made his fame unshakeable.

"It's Master Alfred!

"The champion of Olumpia!

"It's the return of a hero!

I'm finally back in Arcadia.

In a period of six months spanning Olumpia, the man who founded the great cause returns.

Arcadia, every city that stopped on the road, and Arkas rocked heavily. In a tremendous cheer, many saw the ideal king in his appearance, waving his smile separately and without separation. So much so that the old hero is sumptuous.

A long time ago, things like being saved had disappeared from their heads.

The people expect miracles from him. A miracle that rolls in the right direction.

In a way - maybe there's never been a sight more ugly.

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"Hello, Dear Alfred. That's very popular."

I put my long blonde hair together in one sieve, and I wondered if it had just gotten a little bigger. I was sitting in a corner of a room with Alfred, who had a tough face.

"Because I tried so hard to be. Lamberto... Yeah, you're doing great. And Palomides. Sounds pretty tough, those two."

"Very informative. Every day of study."

"Hey Pharaoh, don't bluff me! I heard you used to snuff around like this every day."

"... I'm fine. No problem."

"Shit, you cat wearer. I say what I have to say. I respect those two. Different type, but seriously excellent. Over the past six months, I've had as many mock fights as Akane, but every time I look at it, I'm amazed at the difference in knowledge and experience. But!

Lambert faces before Alfred smiling slightly on his desk.

"Placement. The other way around. Whatever you think! I'm talking about why I'm Mr. Baldovino and Mr. Palo is Mr. Cres. Well, then, Palo's a former Ostberg, and I guess he added there and put it on Mr. Cress, but he's obviously not engaged. Neither do I."

"Ostberg, I'm not thinking about this. I've been aware of the opposite of aptitude since the beginning, and both of them told me the opposite at the time of the first instruction."

"... Then why this placement?

"Because the other way around. Cres and Bardovino, we're both very good, but the opposite is true of how we think about the war. Sensibility and stuffing, their taste as generals, their strengths are very different. But, you know, that's not true when I say they don't know the opposite. Rather, I know more than many generals, and I can use it. They fight with strength."

"Uh, I mean--"

"First of all, he wants us to absorb the opposite mindset of aptitude. I know that's stress. Even for the teaching side. Still, I want you to learn the opposite first. Harder when you're young enough to withstand the load, huh? Because I'll soon learn to be good at it. If you can't do it, it's the difference between heaven and earth."

"... you're thinking quite a bit"

"Of course. I'm thinking a lot."

When they heard what Alfred had to say, they lowered their drink retention. You're probably right about what he's saying. The stress I'm under right now is the same kind of thing I remember when I hit a bad type on the battlefield, and it's necessary to get used to it during the practice phase before suddenly facing it in the phase of life.

If you know, you can't strike measures, and sometimes knowing is not enough.

"Oh, if you say so, you're married to Otilia. Congratulations."

"Ouch. It's not like we don't know each other at home, and my father and my mum were pretty happy about it. My family was rumoring that I must catch a strange woman and bring disaster into the house."

"Had it not been for Otilia, it would have been eighty-nine years"

"Let it go. You just told Ellis to attack."

"... in front of Alfred. It's"

"Oh, no, you have a bad tooth cut, Palomides. You shouldn't care about me. You should do what you think. I'm personally glad you made her happy. It's something I can't do."

"Is that good?

"Though I suppose, I expect a shameless penetration of Gunter's name"

"You can report the jade shatter."

"... I'm not shattered. Unless you give up, there's a chance."

"Maybe they'll forgive you because it's you, but if you make a mistake, you're a stalker. It"

After blossoming into one silly tale, Lambert turned his gaze to Alfred with a serious face. This is where I said the real deal.

"I made the time by asking you to postpone the Eastern expedition from the outer ocean that Fenris invited me to. I want you to wait a year. Six more months, what are we supposed to do?

"If you work out well, that's fine. Belly art is my domain, and if you're a samurai, stay strong. Just stay by my side, that's what I can do."

"... is that all you need?"

"Oh, from today onwards, about twice a week, because I'm going to study at a class. It's time to gather promising stocks of young people, both literally and literally, and invite specialists from all walks of life to learn. I want you to come out."

"It sounds rather interesting, so you don't have to ask me to go."

"Let's speak to some people"

It's quite an interesting attempt, but I don't think it's too long.

"I don't know. I thought it would work better with Gunn."

"Then it's over with being crushed. If you step out of this royal palace, if you're outside Arkas, you have a lot of power, but in this, I'm still powerless. The Royal Palace has royal reason, and it's not that easy. It's a world where truth and reason are crushed by power."

"Then what?

Alfred gets up all the time. On his right hand was a torn cane.

"Take the obvious for granted. Dancing is always on the other side, moving the other side. This one does what makes sense, moves and slowly tightens the opponent"

"You look like you have a plan."

"For now, I have a glimpse of His Majesty today. The main thing is the report of the return and the progress of the food supply, but let's put one hand in there. Enjoy how that hand develops."

"Wow, you look scared."

"You're out of your mind. It's a terrible thing to catch such a pure, innocent young man."

"... a good young man doesn't say to tighten things up, etc."

"Did I say that?

Alfred smiles freshly. The blindness of that smile makes them sloppy. It is the strongest interpersonal skill and a weapon that makes a good impression for the stranger, but the more I know, the more that 'smile' becomes the object of awe.

"Regards anyway. Let's all have a good spring. With a new era."

During the season, even Arkas, located so far north as to be warm and winter, does not snow, thanks to which it is not necessary to rest the troopers even in cold weather. Cres and Bardovino were happy to say so. You don't have to tell me what your surroundings looked like.

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Alfred concludes his report. Even the demons who travel through the royal palace have no choice but to listen to the feat made up too quickly and not even in time for the tea to be filled. Quickly, then you can see through the absence of any even broken gap, the old age of a man named Alfred. At the end of listening to this report, it is only a matter of time before we know that some of us have raised the white flag in our hearts.

"... brilliant work. Once again, I would like to express my gratitude to Lord Tauseleto."

"I'm sorry that I seem to water Her Majesty's care, but I don't need to apologize to her. Because there is no culture to rejoice in the exchange that I said so. I thought even strong warriors would be more than happy to engage."

"Hmm, the cultural difference is the rest of us don't know much. I guess we should leave it to the prince for a while. Good report. Continue your efforts to build relations between the two countries."

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Arcadia nobles, their heavy towns, who begin to show some bother by finishing their reports. I had no interest in reporting that was only 'done' for them. The problem is then Alfred raises his lowered head again and His Majesty calls again, it is in that rush that they show interest.

Yes, it's...

"This time it was just daunting. The arms that also moved the nations, the ability to act and the indomitable fighting spirit that pushed them out on their own, above all the brains that put everything together, are unparalleled. Taking into account the fact that we have brought back the Olumpia victory, considering only the participation of young people, well, who wants you to tell us what to offer the rest of the price?"

Consideration, that is, a merit award, or, frankly, a reward for results. If he is military, he can also raise the ranks of a hundred captains, division chiefs, etc. Those who are independent as aristocrats can also be given, including barons, counts and other territories.

But he is neither a prince nor a member of the army. You can't give it much greater status than you don't have an internal track record in everything, and that doesn't match achievements and rewards. So a lot of people in this room are looking at each other in an interesting and downward fashion.

And what shall the king give, and what shall the prince seek?

"Hmm, no advice? So, Alfred, what else do you want? Well, if there's anything else I can do, I'll make it happen. Come on, say whatever you want."

The venue was scrambled.

The same is true of the light transfer of the king's right of initiative, but the reward of saying that he would grant one wish for anything more than that was something more understandable in measuring a human being named Alfred, but at the same time, a reward that was clearly overdone.

"… anything, is it"

The king has two words to say.

Just out of my mind with a little Alfred. In one hand, which is a completely thrown form, but does not apply to any of the fingers I assumed, that's praise in my father and in my heart. It's not my best hand, but it's an interesting one, and on top of that, I can give my hand number to this one naturally without being forced.

Point it at it as you please. This is an improvisational play. I guess that's the king's script.

"If so -"

The venue takes a breath.

Ambitious or profitable...

(Is it per territory, if appropriate)

(It is also possible to seek the position of general. There was an empty seat because of the missing top, right?

(Something with no practical experience. The Admiral... not around political participation?

(Master Ernesta's route? later, minister even if he loses the political battle, crush him well)

(Is the medal good enough, so is it better for the good?)

(... If, Your Highness asks for the throne)

(Until then I beat him up as an overdone fool. If you're going to admit it, you can insert every king and replace it. It was difficult if you were a king once, or easy if you are a king now)

Alfred continues with a smile as the nobles watch.

"I want the royal table, its discretion"

"... table?

"Yeah, I was thinking about it because I wanted to make the table where His Majesty, my mother, and my brothers gather better. After all, meals are an important element in my life, and I want to make sure that my dear family, the royal family, restores my experience of savoring and cooking delicacies from all over the world"

"The reward, that's good?

"Yes. I'll stick my neck in myself for what I want to do. There is nothing to annoy Your Majesty. I want to be of service to His Majesty, but I'm back for it. It is not the end of the fall that forces hard work even though it is"

"Well, I won't let you sweeten the rest if you use your belly."

"Come on, etc. I mean it. Your Majesty, I'm back to make things easier for you, so I..."

For a moment, no one noticed that the two gaze crossed. No, just one, I was making a big deal out of it on this occasion, but only the witch who nests in the royal palace accounted for it on that occasion. There is something. Something I don't understand - and she was of an unforgivable nature.

There's something I don't know about that man.

Alfred goes through a small wish as the nobles groan. Too small a hand made it a liquor dish that the nobles were cute, but they didn't know it was going to change the idea immediately. All I knew was who set me up.

"Eat happily and safely. We'll bring you better things."

Alfred shrugged.

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The dish breaks. It was Alfred Ray Arcadia who broke it.

"I'm not looking for the killer this time, but not next time."

To all the royalty sitting at the round table, Alfred with a refreshing grin.

"Now shall we begin a pleasant meal? Forget about it."

Alfred turns his gaze to this mastermind. She was the first enemy to cut me down, dancing like it was funny. Witches who contact this royal palace with all their hands and cow ears behind them. Slowly, but surely, tighten it up.

This is one of those hands. Small, it's a signal to start a war.