Tower of Karma

Claude turns to Beatrice with a quiet rage.

"Damn, why is he so sweet on the side? I don't know what they think."

"You didn't decide that."

"Are we going to be late in this situation for no reason? Listen to me. It's almost a battle."

…………

Pushing Marianne down her ass. Claude heads for the entrance and exit. We may not make it, but we can't even be stopping. Alfred would resist to some extent.

Depending on the timing, there's something I can do.

"There's nothing you can do, hey."

"... nothing. Better than him."

"I am Osvalt. You can't give me a hand lightly."

"That's what Temeer said to me and the royal palace. After all, don't you just regret being exceeded by your disciples? Look directly at where you stand."

"Claude!"

With Marianne's suppression, Claude regained his sanity. Things she shouldn't touch that she's totally stepping through. Her pale face doesn't have the usual Rin vibe.

"Wai. In the meantime, I'm looking for him."

At that time, there was a clear indication of the entrance and exit.

Claude and the other samurai soon notice. I guess the servants are making a scene. Footsteps echo from the back of it as cluttered noise hits his ear.

"... at least call me back"

"Fine, I'll just say hello."

"But"

"I borrowed some clothes after I was late."

Ugh, Claude sighed. own apprehension that ended in a bereavement. If you're safe, that's fine. That's the best part. All you have to do is go around in the sky and be pissed off that you are funny.

"Hey guys, I hope you're in the mood. Forgive me if I get tangled up on the road in this way."

All humans in this venue breathed in the appearance of Alfred Ray Arcadia. Clothes are worn out, all covered in blood. It is a miserable appearance.

A few unusual and refreshingly smiling men dressed like no place to celebrate are frightened.

"Are you all right!?

"Is that it? Mr. Claude was there, too, wasn't he? You'll be fine with me. I'm pimping on this street. The outfit is dirty though."

"Who's the bad guy? At whose behest..."

"I'm from the city for nothing. He must have been targeted because he was wearing some pretty little clothes."

"No one would believe a joke like that."

"Heh heh, that was a bit of an interesting move."

Alfred was flat out about Claude's worries. Not as damaged as it actually looks. Closer to intact than to say. I mean, it's almost blood back.

Such a bloody man turns his foot upright toward Theresia.

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The sight was spreading like it did after the storm.

It was a job that marked the day after many steps, preparations, luxurious funding and thoughtful operations, and the availability of weapons, but the result ended in failure, as you can see.

"You have a delightful company, First Prince."

The troops I have built up have been lightly repelled by just two, and the remaining members, including myself, have suffered corresponding hand injuries. Regardless, I made the opponent suffer a lot of scratches, but I would have just said a huge loss if I didn't fit in for it.

The fact that another team isn't joining us at this point either means that they've been handled by business members, including Ivan, or that they're bad at it.

"… the end of an assassin who has failed in his mission is always determined"

Standing behind you is a mass of intent to kill.

The finger contained an unusual force.

"Oh, a much missed voice. My stomach hurts."

"Oh, of 'Snake'. The wind has changed a lot. Often. That's what lived with that damage. Well, that's only for today."

"Can I kill you? Me."

"Easy."

The strongest assassin, the man in the swallowtail suit on the piercing hand of the white dragon, was paired with a knife.

"It's not easy to kill, me"

…………

"I like to kill, but I hate to be killed."

A man who takes distance in a light motion. Wear a hat that had fallen to the ground in the process in a roundabout motion, giving a rude and overdone bowl of grace as if it were an actor on stage. It was a 'play' that White Dragon would never have had if he were that man he knew.

"You're not as hectic as you were. A man who was desperately raw."

"As much as you're ashamed. I'm a second-rate assassin."

"Our predecessors and many assassins were killed in that second class. I am not willing to be alarmed. Salomon's greatest masterpiece, former most powerful assassin."

"The greatest masterpiece is Diace. I'm inferior to Adan, Adon."

Still before White Dragon met William, he was a novel star of expectations in the assassination guild. Force itself was the top but often remembered as an assassin, and it was the man who knocked it in, the leader of his predecessors, long the right arm of Nyx.

At the time, he killed the man who was most inevitable, and "Snake Fang" was young and at the top of the assassin. And after a while, the White Dragon is infiltrating the Arcas with "Snake Fangs," and the White Dragon is still seen as the strongest in the dark world.

The battle of darkness that was waged on the back of the world.

Both sides are alive. Then we haven't settled yet.

"Pfft, let's put aside the reasonably wasted effort later. That's not even the gain of a single copper coin in a joint fall here. As you can see, assassination is a failure. There were two non-accounted handlers, both samurai who made their name for themselves in Olumpia. I'll keep it up to date. If you're about to be disposed of, I'll run away."

White Dragon was nodding and staring, but the man in swallow tail clothes just said what needed to be said leaves. And his men and thinkers left again the same way. What was left was a tragic crime scene.

Some stabbing corpses and marks of destruction not caused by people's hands.

"... this one too, huh? Damn, that's a tricky story."

The same was true of the White Dragon where there were interventions that were not accounted for. Otherwise, keep him alive. Keep him dead, he probably wouldn't have been able to move now.

Once again, White Dragon stares at the marks of this battle. The power to get over a well-prepared opponent and retreat the amazing assassins is a threat. I had already grown up enough. Including the hand-me-downs, the 'girlfriend' bills are so irresistible.

All you have to do is accomplish some of the conditions sought by the king.

"The last battle is... close"

The landing spot for this story awaits a little further.

"Don't interrupt me, Yamato kid"

"Unglamorous, Singh fistman. It's a job, too, so there's a road bank."

Black Star sighs when he sees the young samurai of the East.

The phrase that broke into the struggle against the White Dragon, the slaughter that had retreated the piercing hand of that man who even wore steel, was hard to brush out.

"With that sword, would you have beaten our general?

"It's also an industry there. If it's Lewis, here's the real deal. Like I have this sword, he has that sword. I know this is gonna be a great fight, but now."

"If you want to fight, why are you on my side? Isn't that the other way around?

"If you make that leg any worse, that's what perpetual robbery will keep me losing. I find that unforgivable. I wonder why."

A rare powerful man in the East, the National Structure had a thirsty grin.

I never thought I'd regret losing. I thought winning or losing didn't matter. My heart didn't tremble at the pursuit of moves, wins and losses outside of moves. He is therefore a difficult opponent. Because it pokes defeat at me.

"I just don't want to get rid of him with my hands other than mine. Woohoo, that's why. Nothing else. You can't forgive me, can you? It's what drains talent here."

The black star also spills another laugh at his place on the national platform.

Just like the old master, he is self-centered even with those possessed by moves. Some are therefore polished. I can't fall this far.

"I therefore lend a hand. That makes sense."

"Ha, yeah."

Can't you count on it, Eastern helpers enter the assassination battle?