Tower of Karma

The Alfreds were based in a town on the outskirts of Arkas. It was the place we had Ivan and Athena prepare for before winter, and when we had a breakdown, we were going to attack at once from this very spot, ready.

If we stay in Arkas, the perils will evacuate us. Come on, arrow tips to start the battle tomorrow.

"Enemy attack! It's hard to see in the dark at night, but that giant is probably Gregor von Thunder!

"Huh!?

The more one understood the structure of this battle, the more he stomped that there could be no night assault at this time. It is considerable because Baldovino and Cres, the most experienced in action on this occasion, raised their voices.

"... you're not going to let me take the lead here"

It was set up from the side that should be more conducive to the longer the battle. Less experienced in action, they panic about unexpected events.

Just one hand to make it so.

"Mr. Einhardt. We'll take care of evacuating residents and non-combatants."

"Oh. Nicolas, move everyone in the Chamber of Commerce. Help me."

"Yes, Father. And Al, don't die."

"Of course you are, Nicola. Tomorrow morning, I'll do my best to surround you slowly."

But there's no rush. Things just got quicker to do.

"You don't see wolf smoke. Burn this mansion to 'signal'. Everyone, get in position immediately. What, it's just half a day early. Let's just say we put Keri on all at once!

I'm ready to fight. Nor did the Night Wars, at this time, think about it, but they didn't. To say that I can't see this one is to say that it's hard to see that one too. If it's a disadvantage that both sides have - there's no hand that won't let them live.

"If the measure ends in underdevelopment, it is up to you two. This offense is unfortunate but unpleasant. It's an unlikely story on the desk, but it would be very effective for those of us who don't have enough experience. What I did was sweet on them."

Cres and Bardovino nodded. It is better not to assume that you will be able to outperform your full strength in a night battle that is supposedly difficult even for an army that just doesn't have enough experience in action, a warrior in addition to where it is. It should be a painful battle from an engagement.

"First scatter it on both wings and play Gregor"

"Are you not willing to take it?"

"If you take it badly, it's devastating at that point. Jan von Zeekt's spear, inheriting Gustav's destructive power, will take it all at once."

"You know that. That smells bad. That smells bad."

Everyone knows that Gregor has already left active duty, but Arcadia samurai that decay is not the reason for it.

And his destructive power...

"Expand the fence of return. Shoot me a bow and buy me some time!

I'm ready to fight.

But not to everyone's heart.

(... That's Father. Really, you understand people deep down)

A war that starts after suddenly being deprived of the right of initiative.

Much less, there is no bloodless struggle. All the more so if it's a battle over the crown.

Alfred's back flutters with cold sweat.

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William was working on a nose alternation in his own room. It's something we do all the time, but we have to do it with particular care tonight. We do not show weakness, we need to show strength only, as a reigning man, whether he does not take over or not.

Part of the darkness, faintly flaming colors float.

"Hmm, here we go. That's great, I'll do that too."

William laughed. The prepared walls are never easy to accommodate. Because easy inheritance makes no sense. Even if it is a farce, it should be more than blood flowing, it should be a thing that has done everything in its power to die. Beyond that there is tomorrow. To say that, to the extent that it could be exceeded, it was to that extent.

"Well, I guess it's time for me to go on stage."

It is the king who rises. The way forward is a lonely hegemony. That won't change until the end. It must not change. There is no forgiveness. I don't even beg for forgiveness. Just step forward.

Until the time when you perish.

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William leaves his room after completing his assignment. In the end, it was a room that didn't suit my skin until the end. I can't even feel the remnants.

A house for myself is Taylor's mansion, a house I spent time with Victoria, a northern mansion I spent time with my family, and -

"Where is the king going late at night?"

"Claudia? You're the one who's been hanging around for so long."

The greatest enemy in the royal palace. The poison that I was to keep inside to run up. That's her, Claudia von Arcadia. Things When it comes to the beauty of appearance, Arcadia, no, even Laurencia would have reigned at its apex without a multiplier.

I also saw some shade yesterday - but I can't even see that shade shard now.

"I haven't had a concubine in a while. Be honored."

"... I'm sorry, but I need you. Heard the stupidity flipped the flag. It's time to make it work. I laid a formation in front of the tower. I'll be in charge tonight."

Hearing William's words, Claudia distorted her beautiful face.

"A crappy farce takes precedence over a concubine"

"... yes"

"Ku, Ku, Ku Ha! Are you saying that even the beauty of this concubine, who was proposed from all over the world, who poisoned Althauser, who captivated even his real father, and sank the royal palace into venom, is out of sight?"

"It's an emergency. It's usually fascinating to the rest of your eyes."

"Bullshit! You haven't seen a concubine at one time. Eyes that were directed at that woman with a lack of character, eyes that stare at that kid. Thought you hadn't noticed or thought you were stupid enough to get there!?

It is unusual for Claudia to be so disturbed.

But William doesn't know. Now, why is she saying such a dead end?

"I thought you were aware. I never thought it was stupid. But you're a fool now, Claudia. I've already run out of your hands. I lost that one. Then you should prepare for the next enemy. You should not have shown yourself before the rest, lay low on the ground and accumulate strength. Would that be you? Witch, you don't look like the rest of the political opponents you are now."

To William's words, Claudia is about to roll. Woohoo, really, there's one thing in this man's eye that he didn't see. No matter how many times you overlap your body, no matter how much you polish this beauty, it doesn't make sense to not see it in your eyes.

"Throughout this period, I will not even try to see the concubine, but will leave the concubine as bait for the lad. Not even the enemy, just one pawn, one of the elephants, or the concubine."

A faint glimmer emerges in Claudia's eyes.

"Makeup, you're so smart. Successfully misled to show, but would it be a disease? For a long time, by the time you sat on the throne, did you already see the time of death?

William was surprised. It is a technique that no one has ever found out before. No man wears makeup. That preconceived notion and the reason why the technology we have cultivated over the years has been repaired so far. That was the enemy she had found out.

How to use it, how to make a strong contract, should have been as much.

"I don't see a time of death. I'm not omnipotent."

"Well, you can't see. Really, everything!

Don't do it, and now point the blade.

There was no reason for her now.

"... what can you do with such a small blade against me armed?

"If you don't, will you even look at your concubine?

A small blade directed at William. A lady who has never even been on the battlefield to grip things that are not in great danger unless she is handless or quite a user. No matter how she is a witch and a snake with poisonous teeth, it is a story on a woman's battlefield.

"Look at the concubine! Same eyes as that woman, with more than that! Otherwise, it doesn't make sense! The beauty and status of the concubine, what is inferior to that woman!? Behold, the blood of the king flowing here!

Claudia cut off her own arm and showed that blood to William. Red blood, more proof left than anything that is the same person. Seeing its blood, neither blue nor gold, William distorted its face for the first time.

"This tied my concubine. narrowed the world of concubines. But is it special? You said that, didn't you? He wants this blood. Then I'll give it to you. Drink as much as you like. Look at the concubine instead. With those eyes, more, more than that!

"What's going to poke and move you? Claudia von Arcadia"

"I don't know. My concubine may be broken from that day. Inhuman, lower bitch's blood allows me to hold even what I want... Woohoo, right, there, what are the concubine's mistakes. Finally figured it out. Enough, 'next' is unmistakable"

"I don't know what you got good at, but if you figured it out -"

"It's not the next time I think about it, this is why."

Claudia took a breath, and ran out that blade toward William. Beautiful dress brilliant under the moon. A beautifully insane grin.

"... why!?

Almost reflexively, William slashed Claudia.

"Second, no, third time? Anyway, are you vulnerable to stupid women? Goddamn it, look, I did what I liked. It's an honor to have this concubine, Claudia von Arcadia."

A bloody maiden who sprays, spills blades, and stands up. Fluffy and laughing, she leaned against William in an atmosphere as if she were her biological daughter.

"I'm asking why!?

"Finally, you saw the concubine. Damn, it feels good. Now I forgive you. Next time, one of the concubines wins. A concubine more beautiful than anyone, before anyone else, meets and takes away. Be ready, wherever you are born, king, slave, inhuman, it doesn't matter."

Claudia falls and falls down after a squeaky, biting kiss. Clearly blood loss beyond the lethal amount, probably won't get her up.

"No concubine. - Next, no mistake."

Red blood flows from William's lips. The same red blood as hers. Fallen into the earth, exchanged, and became one. Heaven and earth, the same colours that are not inherently intertwined.

"Don't let me die easy to the end. Am I hard, is the world hard, or both? Stupid women, you guys. More obsessive men, etc., would be overflowing with alleys."

One stroke of silver hair, William pays blood and delivers his sword.

Going down the aisle of the unpopular Royal Palace, there was a son with a spectacular look on his face and a glance at William. In its eyes, mixed with hatred, jealousy and love, there was intelligence with madness. I'm sure he'll be a good avenger. Drawing on William's intentions, he must become the king's hand, and his feet, and his enemies. I need a wall. We also need enemies.

Madness creates power at times.

(Hate you, Cornelius. And realize that I really don't want to. That's when you become that collaborator. It functions as a chain that binds that one. For King's Road, that's what's best. Besides, I guess you suffer. I'm sorry, son)

William left the royal palace. Somewhere I can never go back.

Long ago, my childhood longing had already rubbed away. I can understand that this is not paradise if I know what's in it. There was not so much difference between heaven and earth.

The same people are hissing each other. What difference does it make? Well cleaned or not, that's all. Crap.

"If there's a next time, I'm sure I'm stupid, so I'll go for it again, here."

Still, people go for heaven. I don't care where it is.

William walked out. Towards the end of the earth...

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Eleonora, queen of Gallias, watched the moon floating quietly in the night sky.

I was remembering that day. The day I first met that guy. What interested me in him was listening to the martial arts tradition, and that's why I was interested. That night was certainly special, but the days we talked about in books such as Alexis' Adventures remain more intense.

That night, I was attracted to my sister.

"Dear William,"

I remember wondering if that voice would come from that sister. Yes, I was the one who used my brother's handover to get ahead of me.

And now I'm far from him.

"Maybe you've been punished. 'Cause it's weirder not to care about the man that your sister's interested in. Hey, sister, now, let's like different people. If it turns out to be the same, let's fight square and square. I'll fight now, too."

I guess I had a hunch somehow. Because we were close sisters.

She must have lived in a way she couldn't. That sisterly, and unparalleled way of life, martyred with pride, abandoned pride, fought, and scattered.

"Good mood, who I admired"

That guy, too, was a beautiful woman with a good moon.