Tower of Karma

Alfred stood upright in front of Theresia. I don't think you deserve a dirty outfit, a bloody wet look, or a very celebratory seat.

But for what he's about to do and what he's not going to say, this figure would be the most fitting thing in a way.

"... Al, are you okay?

Look at that look. Marianne raises her worried voice.

"It's okay."

Beatrice gave it back. Look at him. His eyes were adorable. Look at his disciples. Though it wasn't. That's the same thing as Claude.

"Almost, it's blood back"

"... ugh!?

Marianne hears Claude's speculation and bright blue expression. If my guess is right, he's killing people. You're killing people, but you're laughing so calmly.

All I'm saying is that it's only part of everyday life, like killing people.

"We're out of time, Dear Teresia"

"Long time no see. Really, since when?"

"Has it been since Lord Ernesta became the Third Queen? I felt it a long time ago."

"Yeah, well, it was fast, it was slow, it felt strange"

Theresia meditated her eyes to immerse herself in old memories. And the open eyes had a cold color on them. It's like a samurai shade in front of a battle.

"So, what can I do for you?

"Celebrate your birthday first. We have prepared it in a whisper."

What Alfred took out of his chest pocket was a small box. When I opened it, there was a ring there with a grain of gem shining. Bright red ruby. Like blood, a vibrant crimson jewel.

"Well, thank you, Your Highness Alfred. Let's take care of it."

"I'm relieved you're happy"

"I'm so glad. Now that you're done for, I think we can smile and see each other again, what do you say?

"Unfortunately. The answer is no."

Theresia stared at Alfred with an unfortunate look on her face.

Let's hear another one for you.

Alfred also stares at Theresia again.

"Then let's get straight to it. I want you to lend me all the mines in the north entrusted to you by Your Majesty, everything you have spread your hand from there."

Bernbach's edgers peeled their eyes simultaneously. Bernbach, whose long history was only that of a medium-sized nobleman, is now special in this country for two reasons. One is the presence of Third Queen Ernesta. With her becoming queen, Bernbach gained the status of a slate stone.

But it was the factor that was necessary to become so in a way, in a time when William the White King was the White Knight, a group of mines in the North that had entrusted management to the earlier emperor Vlad von Bernbach. A major industrial zone now also equipped with state-of-the-art steel mills. In addition, Bernbach genealogy was also entrusted with the management of many lands when it took Ostberg.

It's all about the difference between a man who is now king, and if you realize it, Bernbach had the iron of this country, a third of it. Clearly excessive special treatment. That went through because this house was a traditional one, and there was no choice but to make it even more special.

"... you've spoken of Emanuel."

"I didn't dictate it. I just asked you to reach out."

"Soon Bernbach will be managed by that child. By standing above our Lord. But that's not now. My lord now is him, Wilhelmina's husband. You are out of order. deadly. You should have held him down, not that kid, not me."

Complete rejection. But that's also something I can't do. Emanuel's remarks on Alfred rocked the royal palace a lot, as did the position Ernesta had built up carefully, and at the same time Bernbach's standing position became a complex thing.

There is no way they, the parents, can disturb their stability any more.

That's self-evident.

"From me, too, I'm sorry, but let me say no. Bernbach finally got some peace. There are many sacrifices and now through a hard history. Your unimaginable history."

"Marquis, there is one mistake. I probably understand Bernbach better than you do. There's no way you can hide the smell of all that blood, even if you try to hide it. The first thing I did when I came back to this country was to investigate a certain survival."

"... what are you..."

"We have all the pieces we need. Vlad von Bernbach, his samurai, Helga the Gripping Demon, and Victoria von Bernbach. Finally, William Lewis. To untie the history of blood, you need all these pieces. Isn't that right? Dear Theresia, you've seen everything with your eyes."

Theresia's face was stained with earthiness.

Its eyes float with such colour as if staring at a ghost, a fearful past once again exposed under the daylight.

"I'm afraid, Your Highness, we think we've been hurt enough. Any more, why should we be hurt, too? Why should we walk any further in the path of losing so much pain to that child?"

Twelve sisters blooming in Bernbach, an old woman who was greeting Theresia earlier, spin her words in a grieving voice, as if to plead. Painful, indulgent, not a good wound for myself to touch without knowing those times.

I know that well enough.

But it's best to draw both Ernestas in here than to hold Emanuel down.

Somewhat marginal opponent, I wanted him to enjoy peace of mind without touching him if he could. Still, if you need it for the best route, Alfred won't hesitate.

"Can you say that word to the victims, to those who have been deprived?

Everyone gets stuck in words. The only person in the house away from Bernbach who is not sure. The closer we get, the more it conveys the meaning of the word.

"What makes them crack their mouths is that their extrinsic bones have broken. Whatever, because His Majesty had paid them a great deal of compensation earlier, in secret. Also, one of the few survivors already. It was a long time ago, and all those who had the will to rebel were joined by Helga, his men, and my father, who were slain by the dead without a mouth. Did you think you had a life expectancy, disease, weathering, escape? No, because you don't, you're pathologically looking for peace. Put a lid on guilt."

"Wow, what do you say we could have done? Except for running away."

"I said I could do anything. I couldn't care less if I was helpless or even had money. If you risk your life, all you have to do is hustle and bust his business. He was silenced because it was a hidden play of nobility, but there's no reason why 'up there' wouldn't cut him off if he was out of touch. Counts, crushes, etc."

Alfred's eyes floated spectacularly cold colors. It's in him, too. A burning hatred found out that William of Lucitania was a phony when he inherited Ray. Sometimes it is unforgivable because we have counted backwards from its place, untied every past, and arrived at the truth.

"Running away, not seeing, not telling, not listening, the damage spread because I did. Far past stories, you can forget them already. Are you sure? A lot of wounds and the sacrifice of saying Mr. Victoria, oh, a lot of money your father turned his hand around, that you could erase it with those? You think I've been finished?

Alfred's face is distorted. to their stupidity and weakness. If they're strong, if they're even strong enough to take advantage of the house they ran away from, there's a monster who wasn't born. There is a tragedy that was not born.

There is a tragedy long from where it was, until the monster grew up, unborn.

"The story is not over yet. Don't run away, Bernbach. Here you go. You have a responsibility. You should carry Vlad's work, just as I carry my father's. I will not allow you to escape without liquidation. You know what that means, don't you, Teresia?"

Theresia distorts her face, scratches her hair, weeps, whimpers, and spits out. Things I've been sigging in. I've noticed, so it's always been in the corner of my head. Relationship between William and Vlad. There has been no salvation since the beginning, William and Victoria. Everything was weak. Father's, losing his beloved begins the madness of Vlad's work.

A beautiful samurai boasted, the presence of her brother.

"Don't just say something unsolicited! Wouldn't matter to you!?

Wilhelmina raises her voice of restraint at the appearance of her sister, who is too embarrassed to see.

"Because it has something to do with me, I'm here. You were quite close, too. Then you have one or two guesses? If I step in any further, I won't be able to stay calm either. It could spill the truth that makes it all collapse."

It has to do with it. Word of Alfred, son of William. And he said he would inherit his father's business. I told them to take over Vlad's business.

It has something to do with it. That's the beginning. She also had doubts. There was a hook. The nature of that man who gave me a glimpse that night. Those words directed at Victoria now finally lead to the truth.

"Don't you talk about me. More than that... you're mine. '

Wilhelmina, to the truth, broke her knee. Even though his husband, the Marquis, supported him in haste, his face was shamelessly wet with tears. There has been no salvation since the beginning. No matter what, he and she will not be united, he is not the sword that is supposed to protect us, but the sword of vengeance, because Victoria was there in his favor, which we now enjoy as a matter of course.

The fact that we live in peace is a sign that he loved her. We are just kept alive by that love.

Then where did my father's business go? The sin solved by the unknown and the vengeful himself with money, the sin of even disappearing the things that have already been taken, even if you lay them aside -

"... Teresia, your sister. I told that kid, to those kids."

For sin against the avengers, who says that business is to be liquidated?

"I know. Yeah, I know, Wilhelmina."

Alfred had bad aftertaste thoughts, but still thought they should go onstage. It's the beginning of it all, and the end is just around the corner. This, in a way, would also be a slight bailout to Theresia, who was supposed to die with everything in his possession.

"I see. Sure, you stayed. Our cause, raised by a monster called Vlad, another monster. Are you ready to finish him off?

"Of course. Let us liquidate, let us take over, and let us finish in our behalf. I swear by my blood."

Theresia stood up slowly when she heard it.

"There is sin in this house. There are still indelible sins. If that creates a hero, the fact that he joined in his place will not disappear. With Vlad he became huge. With Bernbach he gained strength. The White Knight became a hero. This is also a Bernbach feat. So what about the White King? I was obsessed with repeated famines, with little or no action against the national crisis, with wasted utilities, with the building of that tower, which now marks the time of completion, etc. Not a single one will say that he is the wise king already in the alley. Fool King, give birth to a man so called, and let one end of his duty be in my Bernbach again."

To all those who lead us to Bernbach, she...

"Sins and responsibilities, it is not acceptable for us to escape more than there are two"

She's...

"This is an order, not a favor. All those who take to Bernbach entrust everything to the next king Alfred. As Vlad once did, the time has come for us to make another choice, too. Live in temporary peace or win true peace. I dare you to order me not to be the Lord, knowing very well that I do not have such authority. Fight, to settle for everything. To end it all. To live in a new age."

Ordered. Surely the Lord is not her. But it just hasn't happened externally, and she's been dividing up practically everything since she was a widow. She and the present king have supported Bernbach. Her words are therefore heavy. Awesome, heavy.

"I don't know where Xing is riding, but if you don't listen to me, it's a story."

Claude, the general of this country and in a position to defend the king, stares quietly at Theresia and Alfred.

If you can pull the word in, tell him silently that this is his last chance.

"Don't worry. He can't kill me. It means nothing in the royal palace, such as the penchant, the general who is only a decoration, his words, etc. No, it's very, very important to scratch the Third Queen and the special nobleman Bernbach."

"Oh, you've gotten so smart, Alpha."

"Would you like to try it?

"Don't lick me!

Pull out the spear he was carrying, and Claude pierces it with Alfred's eye on it. It is no exaggeration to say that the force is exactly the monster, the incarnation of the martial arts. His poking is the ultimate thing, too strong to take, and too fast.

But...

"You can't do anything. Your spear is a thing to protect. Only if..."

Alfred offered himself to that poke without preventing it. Claude's eyes open wide. A tremendous poke of power, Alfred would blow it away if he received it. I just have to take it with that wand, more than I can avoid. You just have to figure it out.

That's what I thought.

"This, you idiot!?

At the end of the offer, the heart.

"There is no curtain for you to come out. There's no such thing as Claude in my script."

Claude stopped the spear. I just had to stop. On the chest, to the extent that it protrudes gently. Unstoppable speed. But still, this appearance was a clear representation.

…………

Claude can't kill Alfred.

"I'll say it again. I can't kill you."

A critical, stopped spear. Scratch it loosely. Alfred's presence on the scepter was appreciated by Claude's neck. By pulling, a thin scratch is carved into Claude's neck. Alfred's eyes were cold, staring at Claude.

"Therefore, you have no place, Brother Claude."

Alfred stands in front of everyone with a smile on his butt with a glistening claude.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to greet you again. I 'm-"

All I could do was tremble next to Alfred starting to negotiate a no-go push against everyone. To my anger at myself for not being able to do anything and my weakness.

From here, the script accelerates at once.