Tower of Karma

The death of the Duke of Hungolf instantly spread throughout Arkas, no, and Arcadia. The burning powder, which kept tickling, finally burns into something, and the mundane flame rises. Whoever it is, the price is immeasurable if you consider the lord of the great aristocracy Esmarch.

The wrath of the powerful aristocrats was now reaching its pinnacle.

"Are there no bad guys?!?

"They've escaped, but all the troops stationed in Arkas are also focused on finding bad guys. It will always be found. They're gonna kill us all!

"In the hands of His Highness Alfred?

"If that's the case... it'll be quick and helpful."

Anger, suspicion, and shameless desire to even turn this situation into an opportunity. Every paranoia was swirling into the royal palace. Alfred, who was seen to be a bad man, looked at the phase in a static and immovable way.

And the search for the killer is over soon.

It was several groups of citizens who killed Hungolf von Esmarch. The people of the territory ruled by Esmalhi and his relatives, dotted throughout Arcadia, who, on the occasion of two consecutive years of famine, were imposed an impossible tax on Hungolf, only for the sake of Esmalhi's face, and consequently lost relatives. Five heavenly lonely men were the main culprits, and no other connection was seen.

All five had already decided to be ready, and when they were taken, they walked with dignity and with no resistance. It was not like a loser, but like a winner who won the battle.

That's why - nobles don't just admit to killing.

"Hanging and other raw. They'll tear you apart alive!

"You have no reason not to publish it. Let us expose the fool who defied our noble blood."

"I have to show it once now. Who's the owner and who's the fool to enslave? Show the masses more miserably, more miserably. The difference between us."

The great aristocrats, who have a substantial say as they do every day in the House of Lords, run into anger as they spit. We need to show them how to give them to the Blood Festival and how to show them majesty. for the nobility to be noble.

"But the lack of an edger is a problem. We should give an indication, but it doesn't matter how we judge ourselves. Do you have any ideas on how to fit your ass?"

The nobles haunt their heads. I can think of as many tragic executions as I want, but too much sacrifice is enough to show off those who despicably killed the great nobleman Esmarch. You have to add something more than enough.

The idea was boiling down because it was hard to come up with.

"Even though there is no direct relationship, it was His Royal Highness Alfred who was creating an air of public opinion. If so, wouldn't you be happy to take responsibility?

"You think you're going to punish me for not having a relationship? Isn't it radical to say hello to a royal opponent?"

"Why don't you do the executioner instead of the punishment, for example… the role"

A severe earthquake ran to the nobles. I don't care about the young, royal, but I can't take it lightly, so I've been drank scattered boiled water. But this situation is not bad for the nobility. This is where the cause lies next time.

We cannot punish those who have created a sense of air, but we can if we give them a role.

It would be possible to repaint the impression of Alfred, the hero who spreads to the citizens, and to repaint the air if he showed himself to slaughter even his neighbor if ordered above. If he also becomes an object of disgust in this camp, he will also sprout his own ways.

"Does Your Majesty understand?

"If it's a plea for all of us, we can't go down there."

"I guess so. Heavy towns here, our words in charge of the operation of the state, if lightly twisted, also shake the throne. We are the king in charge, gentlemen."

A drink pours down on the remarks of one nobleman. This is their sincerity, the proof that they are taking the king lightly. In the end they didn't recognize a king with no king's blood in him in the corner of their heart, and they only considered him a connection. A righteous king can only look at the fold and stand.

That, too, is with the power of the nobility.

That's how they've manipulated the country.

And on this occasion, I breathe when I regain the lead.

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"... a royal fate, huh"

"Whatever it takes, it's too harsh!? We have nothing to do with this, and I'm not gonna let you do this! Get rid of it!

"Fool is Lamberto! A royal fate. That's what matters."

"It doesn't matter anymore!

"He says it's more than that!

Alfred's faction was gathered around the royal life that had just arrived. Out of that circle were Fenris and the others, who were finishing their roles and moving into watching mode, but were so overheated in that circle that they were sumptuous. I'm not on this occasion because I was going to Girl Hunt leaving a word that only Orion was "funny".

Look at the life of a king who's so unreasonable.

"Executioner to the guard of the state... isn't the king of this country taking us slightly and lightly? If the princess finds out, she can't just be angry."

"It was the nobility who took the lead. I guess His Majesty couldn't say no either."

"Then there's no point in the king. Beside the Absolute is still easier to understand"

Eskendereia's warrior chief Rosetta does not hide her anger. For her, Alfred is not the prince of the Arcadia kingdom, but the national guardian and savior of Eskendereia. If so, it was only this time that there was something I could not pass up.

"You're gonna do it?

Kress asks briefly.

"Overnight, will you let me think about it? I know I have to."

There was distress in Alfred's expression. When he sees it, Cress cuts off the conversation saying, "I understand." The clearer it is to do, the more obvious it is than to see fire, such as what happens if you do it. Who will be responsible for the justice that has been done in the show?

"Sorry, guys, let's break it up today. By tomorrow, we'll have to come to a conclusion."

Everyone puts bad thoughts on his chest.

All that remained were Fenris and Orpheus.

"... will you go home today?

"Hey, can I just ask you one thing?

"No."

"... whoa. That's not enough."

Fenris gets up.

I'm looking forward to the execution show.

"People die, Fenris. That's not how you put it."

"Ha, well said."

I'm leaving, Fenris. The Orpheus will follow again.

"Hey invisible thread...... heart sounds, rocked?

Fenris asks Orpheus as he whispers.

Orpheus shook his head with a troubled face.

"I guess. He's not that kind of balls."

Fenris, who went out, felt the wind, let's go.

"A debacle is his wind. A pinch is a chance."

Alfred, who is left alone, confirms that all signs have been cut off, then takes out the book of readings and resumes reading. It was as if it were the usual, everyday, buried in the world of hobbies. I'm just saying there's nothing in particular to think about.

I mean...

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It was an evil hobby inside to rent out the arena, the largest entertainment facility in Arkas, and make it a place of execution for five sinners. The nobles watched 'entertainment' from the heights, and the people hitting on the venue watched what was going on.

Unprecedented, such as royalty executing him as an executor. Many do not hide their outrage at the disparities that rub stigma against apparent young heroes, no matter who sees them, without rumors or anything. The beginning and end of some of the nobles are too disrespectful, unpleasant and out of their seats. Whether or not there's a mainstream class where the great aristocracy becomes the pinnacle,

"It's too, too much. Mother, this is unforgivable."

The third prince, Baldur, expressed his will to Theresa, the second queen and real mother. Know the horrors of politics, the misery of the royal palace, but therefore rarely does he put a clear will on his mouth. Still, it should be noted that the justice in him was screaming that this was wrong.

"... In normal times, it is logical for a civilian to be arbitrary. But you're right, they stepped too far. They have made a reason to be slaughtered themselves. If you have exceeded the tolerance of patience, all you have to do is pull out your sword. That's what I call a samurai."

"Let me show the proud what immobility means."

As the famous general of Arcadia, heir to the blood of the immovable Bardias, do what needs to be done. Because what they defend is a country called Arcadia, not the nobility that spreads over it.

"Are you sure the royal family is the executor?

"If His Highness slaughters them, I will support His Highness."

"But in the end, Your Highness cannot resist the king or the great nobleman."

"I don't have a choice. Your Highness is also a child of men. Reality isn't that sweet."

The gaze of the people varies, and the hot gaze at the prince that was rising yesterday lurks the ringing. Everyone had such pale expectations that he might change reality.

And it's - faded by this situation.

"Dad! Hey, calm down!

"What the fuck are you letting him do, that bastard, kid!?

"Well, I agree, but stop! Remarkable!

"Easy, son of King Sven."

A red-haired man stopped Kyle's foot, who was about to jump into the venue by anger. A very calm voice strikes my ear.

"Neither is an agreement to do something that makes no sense. By mutual agreement, that is the necessary procedure. You can only lower the anger you shook up after you've seen it all"

"Nah, nah."

"You're going to tell me to be king, aren't you? Then you should be cautious."

"Ugh, the invisible Lord Warren."

"What, thanks for letting me play at the blacksmith"

"He taught me how to blacksmith for free, so he made a whole lot of money."

"More and more faceless"

It was Warren Lewius who was visiting Kyle's house in Alfred's introduction. He looks considerably younger than his real age, but he is the parent generation of the Kyles and already an old man. But that blacksmithing move didn't know it was going to fade, and even Kyle, who was quite skilled at it, was just learning.

He also stayed in Arkas to see it all through again, and felt signs that something was going on. A man came here today, barely out of the blacksmith.

A lot of them, including them, were pushing into the arena that turned into this execution site. What does Alfred tell us about how Alfred will judge the men who have debated the Lord of the Great Nobility, close to justice from a popular perspective? Above all, they were really here to see if he, the prince, would turn down the sinner.

"Isn't that a good spectacle? It's a showcase of trained arms across countries."

"Ha ha, I'd love to see it, a golden knight sword move"

"Fools, behold! To say that there is no escape from our rule as long as it belongs to Arcadia in an attempt to line up every beauty, and that there is no such thing as an individual who can confront power head-on. Understand and carve into its eyes." who disobeyed us. "

The grand aristocrats laugh with a humble grin. To the royal fate, after a day of consideration, they were sincerely looking forward to the sunshine of the First Prince, an overflowing pile that they could not eventually turn against. Today, the man who has scratched the royal status and food supply on his shield ends.

After you crush the fantasy, only manipulate it the way they think.

"Oh, the sinners first"

"You look so miserable. You deserve to call it exactly the bottom line."

"When I think of Lord Hungolf, who was killed by them, I cry."

From one of the two entrances, five sinners were walking in a weak cut with shackles and shackles. Unimaginable torture and so forth must have been carried out to this day. The colour of their eyes was too different from that of them when they were caught.

Liveless footsteps.

"You're breaking my heart completely. Hiccup."

"It's hard to see. Makes me want to block my ears."

The wolves watching in the corner of the venue watched things quietly. Orion is distracted by the crowd with a sinking face with the girl he caught yesterday. This would be exactly what the expression that is not in my mind would be.

The sinners are given up on a stage set in the center of the arena and exposed to the public. I can't imagine it coming from them right now, such as the way they were chesting. Regret, despair, and fear dominated them.

The fear of death, the fear of pain, crushed my readiness.

"His Royal Highness Alfred is here too!

On the opposite side of the entrance where the sinners came out, Alfred was slowly walking towards the center. The pink black outfit is the attire of the executioner, an outfit that the royal family can never put together, even if it is inherently wrong. A long and over-decorated sword was carried for execution.

"Rin look, but still slay them"

"Hey, my lord."

The sinners, who are the first to know on this occasion that the executioner of the execution is Alfred, further deepen the colour of despair.

The assassination they carried out in an attempt to make the world better was the result of pulling Alfred's leg, which had become the biggest counter against the present kingdom.

That fact further shatters their hearts.

Standing before them, Alfred takes the momentum of upright immobility.

"Executor, is Alfred Ray Arcadia"

He is also one of those who gave to the system.

"I was given the royal decree to cut off the five men who are the poor assassins of the Duke of Hungolf von Esmarch. In the name of the king, in the name of righteousness, I hereby declare that this blade has cut off the guilt of the guilty."

In the end, the king's life is powerless, such as an individual, before power.

Some were disappointed not least in the way they bowed to power, which they gave to the system.

The nobles deepen their laughter. I won, that's what they thought.

"Where do you say there is justice in that blade, Your Highness?"

I spoke to Alfred with a voice that the sinner blamed. Even if whoever was taking him moves to blame the man who uttered the word, it is hindered by Alfred.

"Judge the sins proven under the law. This sword is indisputably just, Benno Isler."

"But some things cannot be judged with that sword. Different?

"The status quo, that criticism is correct. It is a deficiency of the law, a deficiency of the state. You have to be right. The sins that must be blamed are rolling there. There are many who must be judged. You're right. The criticism is utterly sincere. But that doesn't make it a good reason to miss out on your sins. No matter how painful, you should have chosen the path to fight under the law"

The wind changes direction. The nobles frown.

"I was a slave. It's a gladiator in the dark arena hosted by that man. There is no human rights, die or kill, killed many, to live. Who would listen to a man like that? I can't get to court. Where was I supposed to fight?

"You should have fought with me"

"... ugh!?

A grin finally disappeared from the faces of the nobles to Alfred's remarks. There was a suspicion of clouds on every part of the statement, but earlier statements revealed its contours. He has never bowed his knees. Without bending myself, I am trying to put this place away.

"There must be no inequality or anything else under the law. Noble or civil, slave or royal, but should be tried equally. The status quo in which it has not been exchanged is the neglect of the legislator and the distortion of this country. It was only to defeat that distortion that I wanted you to fight. If that's what you want, I've given you as much help as I can."

hostility to clear power. Criticism of the King.

The public took a breath.

"I turn you down. But that's not from hatred, let alone orders from power. I am here to judge for the crime of murder prescribed by law, just that. I'm not saying forgive me. I understand your thoughts. [M] But the Code must be observed. What is the law, that he that stands above fails to keep? Even if it's not meant to be, sin is sin, and there needs to be punishment, beyond what is fixed."

Golden flames scatter from Alfred's body. I saw such a hallucination.

"Your sin is that you killed a human being called Hungolf, that's all. Whatever he is, the law remains the same. Things I should turn down don't make a difference."

All the people of Laurencia, the Arcas, the Arcadia, the No and the Royal Government, knew that it was only pre-construction. But he said it was something that had to be put through, not built before. Noble or slave, but he told me it was the same.

"Is there anything else?

Well, then...

"No, Your Highness."

Let us at least be judged with fortitude, with our breasts stretched out. If it's his blade, if it's an equal sword, I don't mind being judged. With the Code, if there is his justice under the law, he was prepared to be judged by it from the beginning. I wouldn't be afraid if I died under equality.

"If so, Benno Eisler, forward"

"Yes!"

My legs tremble. If I told you I wasn't scared, you'd still be lying. Death is horrible.

But what a relief compared to an unequal, irrational and endless death. The man who turns him down, at least because he judges himself as the same person.

It was an unusual sight.

The sinner offers his neck to himself, not to be held by anyone, and waits quietly for the hour of judgment. I had never seen such a sight, not even a clan that had been executioners for years.

"Anything left to say?

"Glory be to the future, the new Arcadia"

"The thought, I did receive"

And - beautiful sword flashes brilliant.