Tower of Karma

"You want your majesty to take a seat too? Isn't that a little disrespectful?"

Theresa also agrees with Ernesta's words. It is disrespectful to tell the King to move his seat, and there is no need to do so long as an exception is made. On the contrary...

"I thought Your Majesty had entrusted me with full powers at this table. Was it my mistake?"

"Stand above the rest of the table? I see. Was it higher than I thought?"

"I was going to do a lot of work."

"Come on, whatever you want."

If William the White King had risen,

"Thank you, Your Majesty. Come on, ladies and gentlemen, it's time for a fun seat change."

There's no way anyone on this scene can complain or anything.

It was Prince Emanuel himself, the fourth prince, who first came to draw the lottery as a delight. The mother, Ernesta, then also makes her squire pull. After that, William himself pulls, and Theresa, who sees it, heads directly for the pull with her son.

A knight, if the king stands, he naturally stands.

And at the end of the day, First Queen Claudia and her son, Second Prince Cornelius, will remain.

"If His Majesty stood up, I'd pull him in."

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"What about your mother?

The seats remaining are the seats where Alfred originally sat, the seats where Cornelius sat, and the seats where Baldur sat. In the first place, Claudia's seat was pulled by Ernesta, with her already vacant seat standing behind her.

And yet...

"What is it, Master Claudia?

I finally react to Alfred's inquiry and command my squire to pull it off with his jaw. It seems like she's the one who won't pull it off herself.

"Oh, Alfred, that's your brother's seat."

Slightly slow movement.

"Go ahead, Cornelius"

After Cornelius pulls, Alfred observes the condition of Claudia, whose heart sounds faintly played. All inferior to super sensations like Orpheus, he is also good at grasping every opportunity. Everything on this occasion is judgment material. Behind his gentle, serene looking eyes, he tries to gather information greedily. With all five senses.

(Around faintly subdued is just a hundred warfare smelling monsters. Have the other mother-in-law noticed or not... Either way, it's a pretty tasty situation without any manipulation. one-half, well, I think I can see an interesting reaction whichever way I pull)

Claudia's squire pulled. Looking at the light pull, I guess he hasn't been informed. Natural risk management, plotting increases accuracy to the lesser those who know.

"Heh, this is the seat where Your Majesty was sitting"

…………

Claudia moving her stand up seat flat. I don't see any intention in that figure. Extremely natural, that is, she moved to the safe zone as usual. Conspiracy The swirling royal palace, from the height as usual to the place to look down.

"Then I'll be the last one. Even so, seats are set."

The fate Alfred grabbed.

"That's Baldur's seat. Thank you for your hard work. I apologize for the inconvenience. But sometimes it's good, isn't it? Something like this."

The seat change ended with Alfred sitting in the seat where Third Prince Baldur was sitting. A number of dishes arranged continuously in the centre of the round table.

Rotten, lavish dishes are more exotic than usual, with dishes that are hard to see in Arcadia.

"Sounds delicious, Baldur."

"Ugh, yeah."

Born the same year, his brother Baldur and brother Emanuel sit next to each other. Baldur was somewhat anxious about Emanuel waiting for a meal signal now or now. Rather than saying, it is only natural that those who have been eating after going through the poison lookout before should be anxious if they suddenly lose it.

Maybe there's something wrong with Emanuel that's off the table.

"Yum yum. You chose the dishes I thought were the best in Nedeluxe, Estado and Garnia in turn from the right. Above all, the most recommended is this fruit, duh -"

"I don't want that because it stinks, it is!

He was Alfred, who snapped lightly after being kicked over his favorite, but regained his mind and turned his gaze to everyone.

"Then let us now pray to God. We created men, we raised men, we gave thanks to the grace of our Mother Earth, our great founding fathers, our motherland Arcadia."

Therese frowns at an unusual simplification as a royal meal.

Baldur was terrified by his mother's anger, but where the wind blows for Alfred.

"Then let's have it!

"Here you go!

Emanuel starts to serve up momentum and eat faster than anyone else, like the wind. You were relieved to see that. Baldur, who was hungry, also continues later.

The others carry into their mouths the dishes served by their squire on their own plates.

Alfred serves himself, as he deserves, and...

"It's good with me!

I praised myself for painting. As it is, the least amount of manners is protected, and the annoyed people are often enthusiastic about the meal to the extent that they whisk their eyebrows. Looks delicious, full of smiles.

"Oh, the smell is delicious. I haven't had many good memories of this fruit."

"Your Majesty's recommendation and, if so, this Therese, we shall be ready."

"... I'm not asking you to eat anything."

"I'm coming!

Theresa eats the fruit of a loose smell ready to die. I guess she's still out of the martial arts family as she starts eating molly on her delightful face without seconds. I can't stop when I gain momentum.

"Yum yum!

"First time I've eaten"

"... exotic food is also a delicious thing, Mother"

The three princes, in the alley they are called Sanguiko with the position of Nedeluxe, also show the face of a normal child in front of something delicious.

Although Emanuel usually does whatever he wants.

"Mother?"

"... um, it's delicious"

At the end of Cornelius' gaze lies Claudia, his real mother. Ahead of that Claudia gaze was Alfred, who was economically moribund and able to eat.

"Ooh! It's an honor to hear from Claudia, who is gastronomically savvy. The chef and all those who have dedicated themselves to this one will be in tears of emotion."

Alfred smiles with a smile. There is no swaying there.

"But you look a little cheerful. Was there something weird mixed up? I've included plates to make sure I don't say that."

Taken away, Alfred said.

Claudia - I still don't make it slight.

It's a polite job.

"Because the job entrusted to me is the right thing to do. No, but it would have been a great success if Master Claudia had recognized it. I also have a high nose as a keeper of this table."

"It's something that's gotten a lot better."

"Thanks to you. Claudia taught me how to behave in the royal palace."

"... I don't remember coaching you."

"Kids grow up looking at their parents' backs,. My mother-in-law deserves to be respected. All three of you."

There is no evil in Alfred smiling.

"Dear mother-in-law, please feel free to call me if you need anything. I'm still a young man, but some of them have a good nose."

"... let's think about it"

A squire behind Alfred starts spinning the plate with his fingers as if it were a curve. If you look closely, the man is the black star, his subordinate, and the plate...

"Here, you're behaving badly. Damn, I'm sorry I'm a newbie."

Alfred takes the plate from his own men and accidentally slips his hands off and drops it. Dishes that make quite a noise and crack. The princes are frightened.

"Excuse me. I let my hands slip. I'll let you clean it up now."

beside the squire cleaning with Nimanima,

Without a sign, Alfred stands behind Claudia.

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

At a volume that cannot even be heard by those sitting next to each other, warn the witch who manipulates the royal palace as everyone's gaze gathers on a plate and in a highly disrespectful squire.

"I'll get rid of it"

"Oh, please."

After giving a small warning, Alfred returned to his seat with a face that didn't eat anything.

Look around the dining table, which has become subtle air,

"I'm sorry. Come on, shall we start a fun meal? Forget about it."

The meal resumed, and everyone had a pleasant meal on the surface.

Claudia also behaves as if nothing happened again.

In fact, nothing happened at this table. Drain the poisonous viewer and alter the rules of the table. The facts state that nothing could be done to poison the unsubstantiated to the apparent provocation of a witch who has killed a large number of poisonous viewers.

Connected finished dining table. Connected, finished table.

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Alfred and Black Star, disguised in a slightly adult tavern, were discussing it.

"Double triple your vigilance against cooking. Exactly, I'm not willing to attack from there, but as long as there's a hole, on the contrary, she's bound to move. Because this would clearly amount to a malice spreading on the royal palace, a declaration of war against its great yuan. A very resounding way for those who are conscious."

"The dishes are holes."

"Yes, if you can't cook, I'll plant it on a plate. I'm not on guard over there, I disguised myself as the wind. Because if you serve it on a plate that is served randomly, it sprouts the possibility that you will be harmed. There can't be such a hand. That's what you think."

"You mean if it's random. Especially since you let the poisonous looker die a few times when you were little, you've barely eaten there. There's no way you can remember that there's an implicit understanding of dish meals. Is it reasonable to bring a taka?"

"Same as seating order. The plates are served in order from the top. At the time they are set on the trolley, it is up to them to decide which seats they will be distributed to. On the other hand, it's the only place to plant it."

"I see. So, why was that woman after a third prince, not you?

"I aimed for the most unaffected part of the world. There's nothing wrong with that guy crushing under the circumstances. Third, I can't do it a little bit. Fourth, maybe."

"Why?

"I'm holding the belly of this country right now, so I can't aim directly. Now, if you crush the top, the prodigal son takes advantage. It's impossible to aim inside you. She wouldn't have to, but not yet, not that much. And she also admires the Third Queen very highly as she looks down. If you get your hands on it, it's not a burn. If we fall together, the wind will still blow on me."

"That's why you're not bothering me. You're after an oligarchy samurai."

"You were right there. Well, he's an active criminal, and his aim had nothing to do with anyone."

"Cress and Bardovino would be playing with toys in the basement teasing the killer by now. Finish your mission success report and make sure you're home in a Lung-lung mood. It's pathetic."

"If you tried to kill people, you had no choice. It's rust out of you."

Alfred drinks, smiling as usual.

"Now I've got a weakness. I don't know what the big deal is, but this one holds the physical evidence. Not even a broken plate."

"I'll check the poison this way. The source is pretty deep, but we have to find it."

"I'll take care of it. You won't let Taylor through me. It's a case you can't grasp unless you're somewhat familiar back there."

"Leave it to me. Pay me later. Heal your body and be my archdeacon."

"I know. I hope you'll wait a little longer."

One hand first. Cloth stone to irritate and scorch your opponent. She's supposed to be moving from here to here. While carefully crushing there, he consolidates this formation and responds to that contender and releases this one as well.

The aim is the counter. Let the opponent hit the contender where he should move. Every contender decides to win once and for all to end. My father's script.

"Have you finished your difficult story?

"Thank you. It's time for me to make an accounting."

"Yeah, that's good,"

"What? The price is good for the price you put the girl on. Instead, he just offered me a quiet place to talk."

"No... Mira sniffed it for some reason."

"Let's get out of here, Black."

There is no shadow of the black star already.

"... betrayed early. It's a lack of morality."

"Then there's no human morality. My friend, the man who walks in and out of the store. Because guys are all idiots."

"Mira, this isn't such an eclectic shop."

"Adelina shut up. And independently. This is a gift. I'll take this one instead."

"Go ahead."

"Don't sell customers!?

The first prince of this country is pulled when Mira grabs the root and drifts.

It was a pitiful sight that seemed reputable just because it had been witnessed if it had not been disguised.