Tower of Karma

"What do you think about the other thing, Rafael?

"What is it about His Highness?"

"Of course."

"If so, I don't know what the intent is. It's also an idea to overvalue it, but at least I don't think 'that' matches what His Highness exchanged"

"Right. I don't care what you think."

"You think that's why you have any intentions?

"I'd think so if I had the rest."

"... I'll keep an eye out"

That's what I'm saying. I'm leaving the office, Rafael. William starts mocking the pawn he had at hand after dropping off that back.

I used to have a habit of thinking. I don't have anything to do without it, but if the army chess board is on my desk, this happens naturally.

(A quick hand. If Raphael hasn't distracted you, did I just say positively first? Calm intentions? Warm hands? Cover the fool. This is a sudden move. to advance pawns to the bloodiest smell in this royal palace and gain life in death)

The most death-filled space in this royal palace. A hand aimed at its location.

(Now, does' that 'work? No, that's a stupid question.' That 'is why it works. The more complete you are, the more you want to break it down is the nature of' that ')

First of all, I said it was a sight of heights.

"How are you feeling?

"It's good now, White Dragon. I don't know tomorrow. But if I'm broken here, everything up to here works negative for that one. You can't let me fall now. Then I'll stand, dead or dead, and I'll keep standing. Don't worry, I'll leave you enough to dance at the end"

"Right."

An office full of silence with its own shadows lurking in the sounds. So the man who played with the pawn and thought with a little pleasure seemed to be regaining his appearance on the day of his presence.

Thoughts deepen. Trying to read something from the other person's hand.

And I smiled a lot. A distorted grin far from a beautiful grin. The way he was supposed to laugh, not the mask as a white king, going out.

(Did you speed up the script at once? Busy, Alfred)

The person you're going to point at - is your son.

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Two men were interested in Strachez in front of Alfred. Bardovino and Cres, both irreplaceable men to him and extremely good generals on the battlefield. But neither of us have any interest in politics. I can even see verses that oblige me not to have them.

"... you don't seem very interested."

"Civilian Kiraya"

"The boundaries of Bunwu should not be violated"

That said, the two slab surfaces to be truncated were always Baldovino advantage. Perhaps even a hundred fights will always be won by Baldovino at the end. An unwilling pawn, the exact same fighting power, he won't lose any more than this is an equal play.

And when I pointed that out to Cress...

'Do you find it funny because it's difficult?

And I said I knew and I would keep trying.

"Hmm."

"Gahaha, it's a part of Kaishin"

"It doesn't make sense if you don't go on."

"Look at that."

The two of them came to Alfred's room to see how things were going. It's not as heavy as protection, but I may have felt on my skin that they moved out quite a bit.

In addition, Alfred is not fully fledged.

(Would you have taken it properly? To the witch, and to your father. The challenging shape of the supernatant, the aim beneath it. I can't read that far with a witch. Good and clear, if you don't even realize it, it becomes just a pointless hand. there, I just have to believe her)

A provocation you wouldn't even receive if you were a dumb, mediocre opponent. But she's a witch. It has the most heterogeneous and distorted nature of monsters nesting in this country, and while it meets it, it is still alive. This time its madness and perseverance, its sense of balance, are the aim.

"Still coarse"

"... I won yesterday's mock fight."

"... my men just don't meet my demands"

"That's the same thing with me."

The two staring at each other. I wonder if they are the two people who feel unexpectedly comfortable. They fit each other all the time. It's a smiling sight. And Alfred was smiling in the dust.

Their expressions change dramatically and at the same time they look in a certain direction.

…………

Alfred knows what the two of them mean. faint, slightly zero kill, and hit a threatening kill in that direction. Don't move, I'll kill you. An eloquent, sharp and pitiful kill than words.

"Do you feel like looking down?"

I just said, "If there's a gap, it's life."

"You don't have to worry so much"

"Doesn't it seem like an idiot to wear out on a grubby fish opponent? I'm not interested in politics, but it's my job to protect you. Then it becomes for Ostberg."

"Right. You came under me for them."

"Unless I make a promise, I'm on your side. fulfill this blood duty, until the day it snows its sins."

"Then why don't you name it? Eving, and"

"... sooner or later. You're in trouble now, aren't you?

"I'm sorry, but now, yeah. You can do whatever you want when I'm king."

"Well, if you feel like it. I like your name, too. Because it stinks of aging."

"... ohh"

"Hey, come on out, Bardovino."

"... that's a strange provocation. You're willing to beat me in a solo fight?

"Superior, bogus."

That's what I'm saying. The two of you leaving. 'Opponent' was informed of the intention. Both the level of vigilance and the difference in talent should have been painful the better the opponent. I'm not always around, but I'm not dumb enough not to notice your timing.

Even faint traces can be found, preceded,.

"It's too much for me to surpass today. Well, your toys don't break easily. So you're going to have to use your hands, right? I want to fit in, I want to break it, and you're nagging. And you have the power to do it, the malice, the pawn. Then you should point to it. Because it is you, Claudia von Arcadia, who are true to desire. I use it..."

Alfred plays pawn with a refreshing grin. A habit I used to start with imitating my father. I honestly don't need it at all to think about it now, but I still feel like I miss it. This is a script prepared by my father. All the meals were in order.

How do you play out an excellent script that even uses natural disasters? I'm not willing to point a long hand at anything more than there might be a time limit. Fastest, shortest, and best results.

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Especially when not in use, all royalty eat around the table in this way. Regardless, absenteeism cannot be blamed without use rather than coercion, but there are not many creatures called 'royalty' who make up their minds. Even these kinds of things can be a seed in politics.

"Well done, ladies and gentlemen. Please take your seats."

There are a few implicit rules for this round table, the dining table.

First of all, seating order, it is only natural that William, the king, sits at the top, and then there is a sequence, though not explicitly stated. The king is followed by First Queen Claudia and her son Cornelius. Next up is Second Queen Therese and her son Baldur. Finally, Third Queen Ernesta and son Emanuel sit down.

The sequence has never been disrupted by them implicitly. I will sit in the same seating order tonight.

The only exception - to say that First Prince Alfred will be added there.

"Hmm, I'm not sure I'd choose the lowest order of seats"

"It doesn't change the taste of your meal where you sit."

He listened to Claudia's poisonous tongue and stood up in anticipation of everyone taking their seats.

"You're all in line. Now, as I guided you earlier, I, Alfred, will take command at this table. That said, I don't like a very reclining meal, and I hope you have a delicious and enjoyable meal truncated all the way through doing the liturgical stuff. Dietary manners can vary from country to country, and it won't be boring to focus too much."

"Sassy!

"Emanuel!"

"... sorry"

It was Ernesta and the son of William, fourth prince Emanuel, who were sparkling eyes. I guess you don't like a carefree meal. Alfred also remembers not being good at tough seats for a long time.

"As I showed you earlier, until now, all royalty members have served what they put on each plate, but from now on, I want you to get your hands on whatever you want from the centrally placed dishes. You can take it yourself, or you can let your squire take it."

Blatant poison control. It was Baldur, the third prince, who reacted only slightly to this. As my reputation suggests, acting like I don't have enough samurai as a 'immovable' genealogy would be a little too kind. It is this measure where the poisonous seer was heartbroken by the appearance of death.

I can't help but relax.

"You seem intentional."

"It's an evil push, mother-in-law. I'm just looking to have a fun meal."

"Goddamn, that's good. The concubine cannot be denied. Let's get started, have a nice meal."

Snake-like grin. Alfred smiles back when he sees it.

Again, I did something.

Pre-announced content is a change in dietary format, a form that you will take by hand rather than by course. And then there's the simplicity of the sesame liturgy. In other words, the main thing is poison control for cooking.

It's like someone who didn't reach out even if it was planted named the killer. It takes more risk to serve than knowing who will reach out to which dish and when.

A wise man does not take risks. And she's smart. That's why...

(It still worked. I thought you'd find a hole. On top of that, you must move. I found him. All right, let's go. At last my name can also be greatly defiled. If you get the dead out quickly in the role you bought and got out of, and on the blatant poison control. Dumb)

Find a hole and wear it.

"I also got approval from my mother-in-law, so I'd like to get started quickly, but before I..."

But if that hole was made.

"One, surprise me"

I meant to wear it, but it could end up in depth.

"Shall we change seats?"

The witch's eyes opened wide.

"With a scratch!

Alfred laughing as if he were a clown. Funny comedy facilitator. Except he's a facilitator. Dancing is played by the performers who are at the table.

The other end of this play...