Tower of Karma

The battle between the white bear and immobility had just turned into a death fight. The offense that ravages the enemy with overwhelming violence and shapes the defense by breaking the enemy's heart is flavorful, but it doesn't work effectively for them, who fight persistently with Baldias' ability to succeed, his indomitable fighting spirit.

"Get in line!

"Oops!

Tactical method of replacing the depleted front line without lowering it. It felt boneless and even beautiful to replace calmly and quickly with all this death fighting.

"Crush it!

"Answer!

An immobile battle station. But being an attacker, they know. If you stop your hand here, immobilization will be completed. The hard part is the same with the other person. If we go through here, we're marching on the back of Alfred's main unit, so if we keep attacking and pulling it out, we'll have a huge payoff.

"Woolah!"

Stronger and more destructive than anyone else on this occasion, the damsel does not miss a faint flake and comes in at once. The formation broke, and...

"Shh!"

Shrevia also tried to stop her advance with an amazingly sharp blow. A broken blow as a sword for a woman with no experience in action. Baldias' turn to the king could not have been just a thing. Of the samurai, the sword of the fighters.

"Push it back!

"Oh, my God!

Moreover, among them, there is a measure of skipping instructions without lacking calm.

"... I missed you on the real battlefield."

"… is it as an enemy or an ally"

"I don't know!

"Really?"

Unwavering immobility for even a horrible offense. This tenacity is not in any other army.

In the corner of the battlefield they fight.

One seeks a place to fight, the other to defend the stage of his beloved. Though I guess, I don't say anything, and I do the kung fu of inner aid in a place no one knows I haven't seen anyone.

Is it as a samurai, or as a wife, no one will know more about it than she does not speak.

That's fine, and Theresa just hung up a little.

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The moment Alfred gave the instructions to move forward, Corsair and the others did not understand what had changed. But as I move on, I see it. Obvious tidal changes. An army that has been flirting with them in such a brilliant move has not come here to function well.

"Why not?

"Mr. Cress did it for me. The advantage that the head was connected by a fine thread disappeared and the floating pawn increased. A good army, at its own discretion, is still faintly breathing, but cannot move because there is no other instruction."

"You're not gonna do this on your own?

"If I'd allowed that to happen, I wouldn't have made it."

He noticed his location earlier than anyone else, and immediately proceeded with the army and moved the main unit to the middle of the city. At the moment, if we get this far, we'll have guardians.

"Mira, will you hang out with me?

"Yes, it's expensive."

One eye contact, the two ran out. I don't dare use horses. It prioritized small turns over the speed of horseback riding. The rain and the arrows that come down show the certainty of that judgment.

With the breath of Ayumu, they fled, defending themselves, and sometimes their opponents. Like dancing, they use their swords and judge their arrows. I was just saying that we knew where each other was, how to move, even without looking at everything, and I kept everything.

Alfred and Mira. Arcadia is proud to be a young masterpiece named after Olumpia.

"Mila!"

"Damn, people are rough."

Alfred throws a sword of his own and puts down a soldier who tries to see through the gaps in his shield. The falling soldier became a robust formation of cracks, and Mira broke into the enemy formation from the wedge, packed with distance as the wind moved.

Mira rumbles around as an impromptu double swordsman with Alfred's sword and his own. Everyone's gaze turned to them, and next to them, they moved to win with the triumph of their surroundings.

"Blah."

With each loose shield, Alfred penetrates with no hands, destroying heavily armed soldiers with fist punches using force. You're tired of the double sword. Mira threw the sword without even looking at it, and by the time she gave it to me, a dozen people had been rendered powerless. And...

"" Yes, over ""

Slash and abandon the general like a pair of dances, and let just two of us try to break through the enemy formation.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Alfred had a strong glow, backed by morale that grew even though he didn't like it.

"Come on, victory is now!

A sword that flies toward victory. I have no anxiety about that back.

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Claude von Lewis was staring at a woman who wasn't supposed to be here.

Poke the spear at him and leave him, his eyes say.

Marianne von Bernbach stares at the man who has come as read.

He grabbed the spear poked at him and said his eyes would never move.

We are here because we have indissoluble feelings for each other.

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Just a little time back.

"Dear Claude. There's a shadow ahead."

"Well, be your enemy, be your ally. You should be on this side."

We chose the least manly route possible through the north gate and were on our way to the tower, but we saw people along the way.

In the middle of the road, you should be seeing this rider, but there's no sign of movement.

"What shall we do?

"... why"

"Master Claude?

A shadow that becomes evident whenever horseback riding progresses. As the shadow fades and Dirty is seen, Claude's expression fades.

"Why are you here!? I thought you were evacuating with your family! Marianne!"

"Oops. I'm tired of waiting. Claude. I'm here."

Obvious ambush. Claude had a bad feeling about the girl dressed in a gorgeous dress that didn't look good on the battlefield tonight and smiling in the 'always' street. Therefore, even as he approached himself, his men signaled by hand and kept him at a distance to wait.

And there's a bad smell.

"Are you on guard?

"Bye. If you're even willing, I'm the one who understands the worst."

"Buy it."

"I hope so."

Soon, Claude pointed a spear at Marianne from the horse.

"I don't have time to play with you. Get out of here."

"You think I'm gonna leave?

"If you don't leave, it's just a painful sight."

"Oh well, Marianne, you hate pain. But..."

At that moment, Claude did not know the color that dwelt in her eyes. Claude, who has a relatively long relationship and undoubtedly knows many aspects of it among his friends, looks like he has never seen it.

"I mean it today, too, so"

Marianne threw the stone she was holding towards the candlestick behind her. Was your leg unfixed, or something that leans heavily with a simple shock.

"What are you trying to do?"

A falling candlestick. That won't do much damage, etc. But...

The little lights, the moment they grounded out to the ground, burned as if they were also some kind of guide, instantly crushing the way. Not only does it not stop, the house is on fire, and the fire also moves further back into the house, making it impossible to clean up at once.

The thing that was laid on the ignition source - probably oil.

"Oh, you idiot! Understand what you're doing."

"This route was easy."

"Why are you calm?"

"The answer is, I'm asking all the troupers to direct me everywhere. So people never get close to this fire, and we do our best not to cause human harm"

"... Dear Claude, this woman"

"I bought all the buildings. It wasn't enough for a penny, so don't tell your sister, Teresia."

Naïve, the look filled with a cold formula, the opposite of the face you normally show. Even the warriors who had crept through that training ground ran scared of the cold smile that was even floating thin.

"When did you come up with this calculation?"

"In the last six months, six months when everything was settled, I figured out what I could do. I know he doesn't want one thing from me. But I can't do anything, so I'm sorry, Claude. The greatest influence I can have is to restrain you and get Claude the Samurai off the battlefield."

"From the beginning, huh?"

"I left a certain amount of voicing when you went north. Just in case. It wasn't that hard because it's this section with a lot of migrants. When I heard Mr. Kevin was headed that way, I was sure you would come back when I thought about the itinerary."

Are you sure about that?

"Well. Above all, just a little bit, just a little bit jealous. I didn't ask you out, but you got an invitation, Mr. Kevin. Then I'll get in your way! I wonder if it would involve a maiden heart, a blunt claude."

Claude wraps her tongue around Marianne's ability to read and act, even though she is deceiving, completely crushing her path.

If this is a battlefield, and even if it is engaging an enemy country, I cannot think of such bold and effective measures myself, and I would not be able to implement them even if I did.

The first measure to be done by examining it down, rooting, funding and stretching it all out.

"You guys take a detour and head over."

"What about Master Claude?

"I'll take him down and stick him straight through."

"It's impotent"

"I'll do it even if it's impotent. You guys made a detour, but you didn't make it. Good results. Help him guide him to evacuation. After a while, we'll be pushing against the safe North Gate."

"… Accepted"

Spread out his men, Claude descends from his horse and stares at the flames. You can't let a horse stick in this flame. You wouldn't go into it in the first place.

"I'm going."

"He said he wouldn't let you go."

Claude points a spear at a stubborn enemy.

"I was saved by that man. That man took my revenge, so I didn't have to be a vengeful man. And then he took care of me over here, so I have to thank him back. Still not enough. I haven't been able to return one. So!"

Grab the spear and gently place the tip on your chest in front of your heart.

"I was saved by that guy, too. I'm alive now because that man didn't abandon me. The second or the third is fine. You can just be my brother and sister. Even a lie, good. I wanted you to look at me. Make me look like someone he liked. That's what I thought."

Claude and Marianne stare at each other.

"I'm on that guy's side till the end! Whatever the world says!

"Because I don't have time anymore, so, in a different way than your sister, it helps in my way!

We both understood somewhere in our minds. That my beloved benefactor was taking his limits so far. Somewhere I understood that there was no time left. But the answer given by the two of them at the time of the debacle was the opposite, and incompatible.

"Get out of there!

"You won't let me through!

Blood stains Marianne's dress. Neither side is shaking.