Tower of Karma

A defeat I don't even know how many times I've already lost. It was the Duke of Hungolf von Esmarch who smiled gently in court and colluded with the White King.

Whilst you are as much dust as you want if you tap it, dragging it out to court three times in total also stains it all white with the voice of the White King.

Clear evidence there is clear testimony, but it is nevertheless twisted before the king's power all senseless. Hungolf, who slowly leaves the courtroom, leaves without a glance at Alfred.

One nobleman, who had him standing on the stand, dropped his shoulder without strength.

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"I'm sorry I couldn't help you"

"No, Your Highness is doing the right thing. I also feel like I know my son is going to be heartbroken. That's why I stood on the stand. No regrets."

The words are short, one man leaves. It would also be difficult to be temperamental, given the retaliatory HR that would be attacking him from now on, but you can still walk with your spine right without breaking foot, because you know what it means for him to be a born nobleman and noble.

"Will Hungolf work?

Alfred nods at Ivan's inquiry.

"I've already been driven to an absenteeism about my son, but I guess that won't be all this time. That man would surely do something in a visible way. Must be."

"Then, as usual, I'll just keep the information flowing to Shirai"

"Oh, please. Well, that's a nice wind."

"In our citizens, this structure is becoming entrenched, a righteous prince in the face of tyrannical kings. There will be a lack of decision beating in the debacle, but we should increasingly distance ourselves from the people and the king in this matter. I thought it was far more stalemate than it looks."

"Justice, huh? It's a long way from me right now."

"Forming hypocrisy to plant a diagram of conflict. But if the law and power worked in the right way, it's just a story that ended with good deeds. It is not true that the king overturns the law which the king has ordained. Different?

"Exactly."

Sell fights to an unbeatable opponent in order to be recognized as an ally of justice. Before the king came out, there was a triumph that had cut down the nobility of the Claudia faction, and it had a track record and dragged him out to a place of judgment for the first time, but that was the limit to the Duke class.

Everything was covered with a word from the king.

All the Alfreds can do is create a reason to drag them out to court and spread the adhesion of kings and great nobles to the city well. It aggravated civic sentiment and waited for the "debacle" to overshadow the kingdom.

The pile of losses is within aim.

"Winter is almost over. It's a new season. You've done so much darkness."

Alfred sighs - looking for the next target's coarseness based on investigative material from everyone. Also, grab solid evidence to lose.

I go win when I know I'm losing.

Their evil stands out because they repeat winnable battles.

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"He said it was Esmarch again."

"How many times in that house? He must have been executed for being young."

"Without His Highness Alfred, there would be no evil in the world. You look like a nobleman. I forgot what the name was, but some nobles were killing slaves together. Sure."

"Ah, there he is. You're the one who branded it as a dark arena or something, right? That's a horrible story. They were rooted out, and Alfred pushed them to justice, and they were judged by law. You're a righteous ally, and you're supposed to be on the power side, but you're on our side."

"Anything in that dark arena, it seems, was Esmarch."

"Is that true!? The head office was involved!?

"Shh! He said he had a big voice."

Rumors whispered all over the city. It flies. There's no way to totally interfere with that. You can't stand a door in a man's mouth trying to see a lookout arranged with the king's voice by cutting off his citizens' blood taxes. In a hand that seemed transparent in its intention not to be asked or spread, even citizens understood it shortly after thinking about who was just and who was evil.

"A hero is a fallen thing, too."

"The old white knight looked good."

No hero has already been scorched and praised by everyone.

"Now they're pulling into that tower for dinner with the great nobles every night. The aristocratic entertainment has driven me crazy."

"Such a tower... who did it for?"

"Soon we'll be moving all the royal palace functions to that tower."

"Anything is fine. You can do whatever you want. That's not what started it."

"Oh, I wonder if His Royal Highness Alfred will be king"

"That's fine. Then you'll be better."

"They're still running to uncover evil at the will of the iron. I want all the other nobles to apprentice their unfathomable fighting spirit and power."

"Then you can't. The only thing they can do is sesame seeds up there."

"Hey, little guy."

Words that fly from various places, their chains form one form. It is possible to form public opinion with how information is flowed, its manipulation, and its content. Alfred's aim was there.

Cutting, codifying, putting too many hands on it would be a distortion.

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"No, thank you, Your Majesty, for your time today."

"Duke of Hungolf, raise your head. Sometimes we must not move into this world, not just you. Sometimes there are things that should not be measured on the normal scale"

"You're right. I want you to pour it on me. Emptying the vessels of His Majesty the Great is in the name of Esmarch."

"Don't be. Oh, great scent. It's a fine thing, but how?"

"That's right, Your Majesty. You're a wise eye. This is a grape taken south of Estado."

William, the great aristocrats and old family aristocrats gather today in search of asylum for the White King. A sumptuous meal can be handled halfway, but many are discarded as they remain, and the wine disappears slightly as if it were flushing.

How much tax has been spent on food and drink alone this past day? They don't even think about it. I've taken it from you by birth. I was born to take it from you. So they don't question it.

How unusual a view this situation is at a time of food shortages.

"But His Majesty is still strong. He has a good bouncing son."

"That seems to be bothering you."

"Annoying, etc. It's just so confusing."

"Haha, you're right. That's a child yet, I don't know anyone who says noble. I hope he learns from real things like yours... but it's growing a little bit."

Hungolf giggled damned when he saw the warmth fade from the king's eyes. A grown puppy who has also bitten himself into business.

The sin of taking away his' entertainment 'needs to be redeemed sooner or later.

"You were right to rely on Your Majesty."

"I wonder if the king has followed the board for the remainder of your life."

A laughing king and a great nobleman. grin between the powerful.

"We've all decided from the beginning that it's up to His Majesty to follow us."

"I feel confident that you will say that to me. Keep it coming, Duke of Hungolf."

"Ha!

The man who said he had made up his mind from the beginning was a man who until the other day had given to the forces of Claudia and had belittled William, who had not inherited the king's blood.

Political considerations, sounds good, but the point is, in Claudia, you can't beat Alfred, who comes up against you with one hand after another. So a swarm of mosquitoes flock to the power gathered to help the king.

He sucks power and gets to wield that power as ours.

They're the ones who have to shred, the waste of this country.

"... White Dragon"

"Here."

After Hungolf left, William spoke in a whispering voice, almost without moving his lips, to the tapestry behind him, the man lurking behind him.

"Move."

"Accepted"

Unintentional exchange. But this man won't do anything meaningless, and he won't say it.

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One of the Royal Palace rooms was rough. Many of the beautiful condiments are shattered, the beautiful paintings are torn apart, and the mirrors are all shattered and scattered. Cornelius, his son, reads the book as he rubs his reddish cheeks.

Don't stimulate Claudia, who is quietly angry at the center of that room.

"... where and where the concubine..."

Its appearance, the beauty of the day of his presence, crushing like a rumor, was showing a little shade. That was, above all, an unforgivable fact for her.

Because that's all I have.

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One incident occurs in such a dark cloudy arcas.

"Hungolf von Esmarch, be ready!

"... ugh!?

The Duke of Hungolf was assassinated.

The fire began to tingle.