Tower of Karma

A royal supper where the way Alfred proposed became a habit without counting it already. There was nothing disturbing happening tonight, and I was about to end it. Kids who eat and fill up with ingenious desserts.

(I'm laughing, but it doesn't seem to float much. Are you confident you will win? Then you can point it out. Hands that break the country and sink the fools into the mud)

Assuming Alfred resists, the least harm is the myth that he turns Arcadia against the enemy and wins it all out. Whatever the procedure is in the first place, the battle is inevitable. Probably quite a force, ready. It may also be in the midst of being enhanced in view of the situation.

He hesitates because it is close to his worst hand to start the fight here as far as he can roughly assume. Ideally, you should gain an advantage in politics, increase your allies, and keri inside. Build up a little power, put pressure on opponents, shake them, sharpen their forces, and the battle was a story later.

(The only way to win is to fight. It's going to be a pretty good spectacle. After the bloody struggle, would you still be a hero, come on, it's really a sight to see)

Nothing on the table, but Claudia, joyfully mocking, definitely enjoyed the situation. Much unusual muscle writing because of people's stupidity. Probably unexpected for 'the man' as well as Alfred.

Then it won't be so painful either.

That's why she never stops. Only for a woman named Claudia von Arcadia who can stop the foolish things with a positive offense, if her purpose can never be reached already, and if it is enough to reach a comical end, then all collapse is the last hope. That is the one and only thirst.

The best script is to kill my current favorite in front of 'The Man' and show off all the collapse on it. After uprooting everything, my spine freaks out just imagining how 'that man' sees himself, with his own eyes.

The opportunity came unexpectedly. Then why would she move?

"Hey, hey, Cornelius. Long time no see, Strachez."

"... you always put what comes to mind right in your mouth"

"You bet -. I can't tell you what I think."

"Well, I don't mind. Shall I point it at you for a long time? What about Baldur?

"I'm looking at the two opposing stations. 'Cause I can't beat it."

"Uh, no, I don't think so."

Alfred, who was listening to the conversation beside him, turned his eyes to the three princes.

"I'll see you in the talking room later. Come and see Baldur."

"Okay."

"Yeah, I'll be there as soon as I finish my sword arch."

The fact is that the kids are not exactly loose watching the plays, but they don't have plans tonight. I didn't have anything in particular to see, I just really thought it would be fuzzy, but I thought I'd give Alfred a little time before taking a tour as well.

There's only one strongest card left, even if people do their best. So when do you cut it off to think, that's all. And I can't postpone that much then. If you lose too much, it gets harder to help in the country. As yet, there is no chance of winning Olumpia, food supply feats, if they don't move within the glow.

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Coming for a tour based on interest, Alfred looks at Cornelius and Emanuel, the platforms of the battle that the two weave together to show less surprise.

Still young. An intertwined surface of so many thoughts that I don't think they're referring to. Very fine, the situation can still fall on either side. I can only imagine, but the insistence fast-track collides with the initial formation of the flavor and the highly liberal initial formation.

Cornelius consolidates his defense at the beginning, matching the formation of the opponent with the smallest amount of effort, and in the opposite direction, manipulates the offense, forming a generous front line. He was able to strike a stringed soldier's pawn into the other party's formation almost without damage to the pawn. This is the starting point of the attack as a wedge.

I thought it was a disadvantage and Emanuel pointed to it in a relaxed way, and surprisingly, the plate surface did not collapse. In the sense of sensibility, he is above Cornelius. Even though they allow themselves to enter, they gently move the king, and pretend to attack the opponent.

"Here, I guess."

The hand to which Emanuel pointed, grinning and smiling, was the loose formation, the great pawn that formed the chariot and the bi-perfection from its gap, the hand that moves the sorcerer. You wanted to cut the knight's pawn, lose the pawn, but carry him to that position.

Position the enemy in a diagonal direction.

"... I see. Seems like a hand."

"It's an Emanuel killing. It's Aunt Marianne's fault."

"This sorcerer, oh, it's dangerous"

After reading through this, Cornelius crushed the sorcerer even after losing his pawn. Soldier Fujima, and...

"... that's it."

Exchange of magicians and tanks. Generally, tanks are assumed to be more valuable than magicians, but Cornelius decides that magicians in that position are worth a pawn loss, and even resting their offensive hands will surely crush them.

"I'm sorry, but all wins and losses come with a willingness to win"

From there, an outrageous attack. Heavy and multiple attacks crush and crush enemies uninterrupted, whether they are sent or received. The attacker can't stop. Cornelius didn't rest his attack so admirably as to connect where he was, he destroyed more and more of his opponents.

"Mmmm!

Emanuel also continues to focus on his opponent's attack.

"I'm not giving you freedom."

But Cornelius thickened his attackers and filled the space for Emanuel to pawn freely. The enemy pawns set a target at the landing site even if they want to kill the knight, and naturally they will not be able to do so unless they let the king live.

"... I can't dance."

For victory. For fun. The clash between the two clashes.

"This way."

"... you're cutting it off fast"

"But you don't want to lose, do you? I don't feel like I can win."

"Well, yeah."

It was a surprisingly high level Strachez. An attack in a high dimension that doesn't seem like a board made by two young people yet. It still seemed like there was only a little bit in Cornelius, whose goal was to win hard for victory and with the shortest amount of maneuvers, and Emanuel, who was funny-absolutionist anyway.

But if he tries to win...

(It's a big deal. If this is all you can point at at at this age, keep your chest up. That's a great talent just to be called Sanguko)

The battle is almost decided. Advantage, no, infinitely close to victory.

But...

"It's amazing, both of you. Hey, I'm dying to point to you, too."

"Then I'll deal with them. I'm going to break the plate now."

"Mmm, that's good. I refer to Emanuel."

"Do you want to continue? On this plate?

"Yeah. Can't you believe it?

There's no way out of here.

"That's what the outcome will determine."

Alfred refers to a hand in continuity. Move the king forward, unintentional hands.

"... would be good. There is no shortage for them."

Cornelius, in contrast, advances the pawn with all his might to crush it.

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It was elaborate, delicate and, above all, a muddy finger.

"When you can get away with it forever!

Cornelius further thickens the generous siege and tries to crush the king's march. One or Alfred was cutting soldiers, cutting knights, and at the end of the day even tanks were exchanged for cheap pawns, while carrying the king forward with a twist.

One more step, just a few, I can't catch you.

"Still in the beginning."

If you think you finally caught it, you step back without hesitation and attempt an invasion from another route. Amazing fucking stickiness that can be stacked over and over again. More than once, Emanuel and Baldur and the three queens who came to see what was going on because it seemed to be too late. Whatever the phase I think I caught, it then slips out.

Drowsy plate surface. Almost a hundred hands had already passed from the face of the board on which Emanuel admitted defeat. Its sticky hips and poor giving up are also surprising, but above all, Alfred keeps pointing almost no-time at his own hand number to this point. In this fine phase, an early finger, as if it were foresight of everything, is not a human move.

"Grr!

Cornelius is also by no means the slower to point. It is rather faster, but it looks slow in contrast because the face to face is too early. If this happens, it points to a hurried hand, but that's the prodigy, pointing around neatly even though he's not exhausted.

We can't go wrong with each other. That's why the local power comes out.

"Ah."

I see the generous siege of Cornelius, its brokenness. From the beginning to here, that's the least you can see on this journey if you read through 100 hands. If there was a way out at the end of the dress, it would be inevitable.

"... not yet!

Cornelius responds with a strong hand if you don't let him get away. A hand with the will to add further hands to the siege and to make sure the king is stuffed and shown. Alfred's hand stopped here for the first time. It was Cornelius with a smile on his face.

"... it was a great concentration"

"... was?

"Yeah, that's bad. Now the hand of salvation is gone."

"... salvage? Brother, what are you talking about? The advantage is..."

"It's not the best procedure at the time you take the choice not to let them get away with it. If you can get away with it if you're not mistaken, you should have thought about what happened after you let him go."

Alfred lay his hands on it without hesitation after saying so. Even an amateur could understand that the king had broken through the siege if a few hands overlapped. At the same time, it meant a departure from the stretched and confused front, an intrusion into Cornelius' position.

The form in which the king himself will attack the enemy formation, that is, enter the king.

"Many pawns have inferior power behind them than they have before. Most pawns can't go back in the first place. That's why pawns that can do it are precious and strong"

One more hand, Alfred advancing the king. Cornelius bites his teeth. There is an overwhelming monopoly on pawns and a large number of soldiers in their own armies. Nonetheless, few pawns could work in this phase. They all lost their enemies in the absence of the king and left their siege behind. Some pawns are capable of dealing with the rear, but that's too much trouble for the siege of an ally to turn it back into a wall.

And so was the hand I let go earlier, but I put my hand too far to let it escape.

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This ending is inevitable, and the last attack Alfred showed was sharp. The smallest trick, perhaps the shortest trick, was to slaughter the surrounding king and show him. I cut it off so minimally that I could spare not so many pawns.

"We lost."

"Thank you. It was wonderful, Cornelius. Thanks to you, the best route has emerged. Normally, I make mistakes. Even at the fingertips of the practice, where you can't help but make so many detailed mistakes, you couldn't go wrong. It was really great."

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Cornelius, embarrassed by the ugliness he had exposed in front of his mother's eyes, was silent. Alfred smiles bitterly wondering if he couldn't have grown up.

But soon afterwards, that bitterness will be stiff.

by just one statement.

"That was amazing, Baldur."

"Ugh, yeah. It was amazing!"

With the exciting Baldur on his ass, Emanuel was smiling as usual. Muddy, bloody, and beautiful plate surface over and over again. Even if I knew there was a viable path, I wouldn't be able to take these steps.

Long, endless, the king himself leads the way through the storm.

Wounded king. An army that has lost many generals. Still, I won it off. Without hesitation of long hands, without straying, with instant instant execution. This is a play, this is a play. It's not real. But probably the same thing for him. What I hesitate to do now is not fear that I will hurt myself.

I see that. He can point. Might even make a move tomorrow.

Well, then...

"Hey, hey, Alfred, brother."

"Hmm? I don't know, Emanuel"

"Me, hey, look at that, I made up my mind!

Now is the time. It's like a fairy tale.

"I, Alfred, will help your brother become king."

Emanuel said.

"... Huh?

A statement that even Alfred stiffens and wonders if he mishears. Cornelius gazes at Emanuel with the eyes of the incredible, and Baldur is not able to grasp the situation. And the Three Queens stared at the little boy with a stunned look of 'all'.

"Emanuelle!"

It was her mother, Ernesta, who shouted. I thought everyone on this occasion understood in common the horror of speaking out about the detours in this royal palace. Even my fluffy child has never committed that line.

And now, under these pressing circumstances...

"Your children are not educated, Third Queen."

Claudia's eyes were floating through cold, ruthless colors, going beyond what they had when they found their prey. Make her withdraw her statement immediately, that's what her eyes tell her. Sure, Ernesta is an enemy that she appreciates quite a bit, but the First Queen is not sweet enough to crush the lost Third Queen, the blood of a true king.

I'll listen to you now. However, even if "in the future" doesn't come out, I stab the goose with my gaze. I can't erase the remarks I made once. Shackles even a few things.

That's what this royal palace says.

"Emanuel, correct yourselves. He said what he was saying was distracting."

To Ernesta's words, Emanuel still smiled fluffy -

"Oh, my mother's fool! Claudia, my mother-in-law is in a hurry, because this is the most inconvenient hand. Hey, I was wondering if it would be good in Cornelius. He's brilliant, he's powerful, and if he's about Mr. Rafael, he'll pull it out right away... but he probably can't beat Cornelius. Not excellence or anything, but motive? I'm not ready. Different size. Different depth. Yeah, no matter how many times I think about it, this is the best I can do. Now is the time to sell Bernbach. You know, Mother."

Behind those eyes, I wasn't laughing.

"Emanuelle! Why are you!?

Cornelius grabbed Emanuel's collar. Still, he smiles.

"Strachez is a play, but because it's a mirror that reflects people. I can't do it if I'm unmotivated, I can't win if I'm motivated or not motivated."

Emanuel's grin distorts.

'Cause, you know, I just want to be praised by my mother-in-law.

"... you stepped into me, didn't you?

"Then what?

Cornelius finally understood what Emanuel's grin meant. He always had the same grin. As usual, looking down on everything as a fool. Everyone looked at the monkeys of Monkey Mountain.

"Stop it, both of you."

Baldur grabbed Cornelius' wrist. Baldur is the best of the three if it is simple force. The servant Cornelius also had to let go of his hand.

"I can't pull in. Bernbach is on thin ice. He's special for the first time with His Majesty's love. I don't want to ruin that cozy space. To do this, you have to ride a winning horse no matter what you do. Once, as my great-grandfather, Vlad von Bernbach, found and took His Majesty. I'm not mistaken, either. own, when we sell ourselves."

I was ready there. He was paranoid, unwilling to be king, but had an extraordinary obsession with defending the house he called Bernbach. He had those eyes, as if those poor monsters were possessed.

"I think Bernbach would be very helpful to your brother 'now' Alfred, don't you think? Necessary?

For a moment, Alfred felt something cold flowing down his neck. He is also a monster raised by the Royal Palace. Too strong a drug can be poison. Still, now, even if you know it's poison, you have to drink it up.

"I take care of Bernbach. I'll be back soon to say hello."

"Yay. Then I'll invite you to my aunt's birthday party next time!

"Mr. Tellegia. Then I'll have to go in a temperament costume."

"It's just a party on the inside, so it's okay because it's appropriate. Aunt Marianne always joins us in funny costumes. It's so funny."

"Aha, looks like Marianne."

The two talk soothing, approximating the upset around them. The heterogeneity, the difference, just makes me sick. For everyone.

Alfred acted as usual in his disgusting thoughts. This naive boy is also one of the monsters if he skins off. I forgot, he is also a Bernbach monster and heir to the blood of the White Knight, and no matter who he resembles, he is not normal.

Things beyond my assumptions overflow with disgust. He shrugged his legs at people's stupidity, and now he was saved by people's wit. The consideration won't be cheap, but given the blood flowing, you don't even need to think about it.

Because Bernbach's power today is worth it in this country.