Tower of Karma

The nobles know the taste of blood. I knew the color of blood, the nature of blood, the pleasure of touching contraindications. I don't know if people had it innate or acquired. Still, they knew. the sense of repentance it has at the instinctive level.

I knew it would flip and turn into the pleasure of saying it was disloyal. The aristocracy that is devouring its pleasure is not perishing now. Rather, he was in the process of extremes of full prosperity.

But even them like that don't know this sight.

…………

The beauty of a quietly waved sword. Smooth trajectory as if slashed even in the sky. There are no shards of pain, and the tide of blood flowing out of the cross section is like a sober waterfall. Slowly Alfred, the executioner, holds the sinner's head mercifully and puts him on the pedestal.

There was a tranquil grin, as if it had been saved at the end.

"... woohoo"

Someone spilled a sigh. So much so that this sight was a picturesque beauty, full of kindness, full of the air opposite what was roughly called execution. People know. He said there was so much peace, so much kindness and death.

Alfred calls the name of the next sinner. Normally, it is the organism's natural reaction to butt in at the end of the day. Yet he took a step toward death with a hopeful look on his chest. tremendous trust in those who judge. With a little dialogue and a wave of sword, Alfred got it from them. Let him state the final words, and once again, without similarly glimpses of pain, an execution was carried out without a real sense of death. The sinner who meditated on his eyes would not even realize that he had been killed himself.

"Stunning."

Just one word, the man who taught him the spirit of being together, of saying no, spilled words. If it's a sword-handling thing, if he's ever killed each other in the world of battle, he'll understand how awesome the xerox he's become now.

A person's body does not have the same as one, and slashing the same spot may change the effect. If you're asking me to show you the same effect, perfect slaughter, without the madness of dimensions, the amount of information you need there will be enormous and you will need to repeat endless number of trial experiments. I don't need a samurai. I can't because of that.

Thousands, ten thousand, a frontier that cannot be reached if it is only caricaturally slaughtered. He arrived at it with just a few hundred, many estimates but no more than a thousand attempts. It was that obsession that gave rise to this sight, how much he cherished a single attempt, how little he wasted, how little he forgot.

But he doesn't put any of that obsession on the table. Even now, he waves the sword of mercy with a grieving look. There is no obsession with the sword, no passion for perfection. Only one spectrum of life was overflowing from his whole body.

The end of being struck in the chest by the sight and even those who weep.

"... Orion?

……

The only sight of genius was poured on the man who ruled this place. The champion of Olumpia who soiled the only man he himself admitted to. Genius had forgotten to grin at the unusual size of the glimpse even there. I don't usually have room there.

To know the distance between himself and him, he came here. And I know. Just one step out of the realm of struggle, and this is all we have to pull out. In a way, more shocks than when I saw the rainbow were shattering the confidence of the genius.

Too far, that back is far.

The samurai broke their knees with nature and were drooling their heads. Not only the forces that followed Alfred, but even those who appeared to be part of the enemy forces, could not but remember to be moved by his appearance, by his moves, and the only way to retain the overflowing respect was to lay low on the ground.

The figure speaks eloquently.

"... well, that's stupid"

This is what real is all about.

It is not in the neck of the sinner that one of the machetes will say no.

"Your Highness, I entrust our tomorrow"

"The wish, I did receive"

The knife had cut off the hearts of the impostors.

I finished shaking the last knife, and the thread that was binding my hair as if I had foreseen it would cut. People breathed in the beauty of the rustling golden thread. Crimson roses scatter on glossy golden thread. The pale eye floats with a light of sorrow that honors pity, and the smoothly stretched, beautiful and delicate fingers hold the sinner's neck as if holding a treasure.

This is what real is all about.

That's what his whole body said.

"Their sins were snowed by death. May their spirits reach Paradise."

Have the utmost respect for them. Just pray that their journey is a good one.

"Justice was done. I will punish you with this."

The words were short, Alfred said, and flipped the body. He gave a glimpse into the family of executioners placed as support and instructed them to treat them politely. They accept the task with tears before them of divinity that they cannot reach on their own.

To Alfred after this occasion, the man who finally regained himself could stand up and yell.

"Ki, do you fool the proud bloodline that has supported this country more than ancient times!? Tear them apart! Right now! Come on, do it!

An anger to spit on. Besides, Alfred didn't even try to give me a glimpse. The man shouted all sorts of curses in an all-out voice, but they never turned the real thing around, just drifted the world empty.

The difference in everyone's eyes, the winner, was clearly divided between light and dark.

"You're gonna regret this! Your blood is thin, of our noble lineage."

The nobleman's neck was cut off. It was Rafael von Arcadia who cut it off.

"Too disrespectful. To say that I will shed His Majesty's blood is to say that I will also kettle His Majesty's blood. You know, in front of the masses, that's a lot of nonsense, puke."

Raphael's fat muscles were also brilliant, but still screamed by the time the blood erupted. He also sees one of those whose hearts have been cut off, an extreme sword that will not reach him forever on his own, and compares it to his own sword now, and all his training thus far makes him feel blistered.

"Pull the farce curtain. Don't show any more ugliness."

"Yes, sir. Show His Majesty to the carriage. I hereby direct the guidance of the citizens"

"Ha!"

It was a king's faction trying to form a bad scene and pull a curtain.

"Long live His Highness Alfred! Long live His Highness Alfred!

Even the aftertaste after the golden man left took half a day to converge.

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When I finished it all was for him.

"Yo, thank you"

There was a man waiting for Alfred to return to the Chamber of Commerce building run by Ivan, where no one should have returned yet, naturally.

"... hey Fenris. Alone?"

"Hell's ears are pounding in the other room."

"Haha, I can't help it."

"You did well."

"I guess so."

"If I cut something that's stopping, Laurencia, are you with me?

"Are you going to be the best in the world?

"Say it, Azuma. I'm leaving the country on this leg. So tell me, what did you feel for those people? Did you really have that look on your face?

"What are you gonna do when you hear that?

"Nothing. I just wanted to refer to it. If you don't want to tell me."

"... would it be good for you? Nothing in particular."

"Ha, that's cruel"

"I don't like things that aren't beautiful. Stupid stuff, too."

"But I pretended to be sad,"

"The masses were asking for it. I suppose it's the king's job to respond to that, though?

Do they believe in Temeer's thick mask?

"It's the shepherd who moves the sheep exactly as he thinks they are."

"That's not what I think."

"That's why you're worth it, Fenris. Because you're not like me, it makes sense to reign as another king. The same doesn't make any sense, and no one can beat me on my path. Even your father can't reach me right now. Then it should still be a different thing if it's an enemy"

"You're from up there everywhere, Temeer."

"If you don't like it, try pulling it down. I expect a lot from you."

Alfred and Fenris stare at each other. Both the distance the sword reaches, now their battle is already beyond the realm of the individual.

The place to put your superiority and inferiority as a king - not here.

"Knock it off. If Temeer loses and Arcadia rocks, the turmoil awaits. If that happens, you won't know what the warriors died for. Even in times when it's easy for us to understand, that's all we can't forgive."

"Absolutely. I even borrowed your hand. I'll win. I promise."

He lent a hand to an enemy man because he also had a reason to move on. I had to lend a hand because I was king of warriors in order to reward them scattered with old times.

That is the reason for his, the man raised by the warriors.

Fenris flipped the body to a large extent. The next time we see each other, we wait on the stage where the kings shred their sneezes. That's what his back said. First, take it and show it to him, and he is making a breakthrough. You're still with the prince.

Then meeting expectations is the culmination. King among kings.

Alfred would never stare at that back as he left.

"Was it worth hearing?

Alfred spoke on his own back to those beyond the wall.

"Yeah, I saw what I'd do in this country too, what I should see. I'd like to help you, but if you stay spoiled on the sidelines like this, that's what you won't get. I still want to stop you. No matter how many years it takes, I'll pull you down and take you under her."

That's his wish. He asked for a gentle world that closed. A world where only the kind can hear, as long as they are its observers. Sufficient, his wishes come true.

"What's the way?

"King Kunlat invited me, so I'm going to stay in Nederks for a while. Sooner or later my spear will reach your throat."

"That's great. Yeah, you're really too convenient for me."

"Hence incompatibility. Still, I want you guys. Because I'm an egoist."

"I'll wait, at height"

"Good luck. The king has already been invaded by a major disease. I've heard terrible noises from all over my body, but it's still not broken. On the contrary, there are even verses that accumulate power. Waiting for the right time as a mountain cradle to be exceeded. That's what I saw."

"It's okay, because I know"

"You did. See you later. Sooner or later, I'm going to try."

That said, Orpheus also left this mansion again. Probably Raul, the National Structure, and Orion would have left, too. They have their way.

Lending a hand is not vulgar if you're on the back, but you can't lend a hand in every sense if you're on the surface stage.

Alfred hasn't asked for that much again. I don't care if they give me a hand.

"You're going to miss me. Surrounded by beautiful people because they were comfortable."

There's one from here. I have to manipulate them like I do today by myself until they heal their loneliness, who has emerged as an enemy. I have to play it. The statue of the leader they seek must be the ideal monarch for them. With that faith, manipulate the world.

Let's start with Arkas. The first step on his main road begins in this land.