Tower of Karma

"Why did you stop the sword?"

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A sword that stops at the throat. I don't see the look on Raphael's face that leans down.

"Once you stop, I can pull back even in this situation."

"... I loved you"

"... hmm?

"It was strong, noble, beautiful, ideal, you had everything I asked for. I've got drills in place to make sure I'm not ashamed of you in line. [M] But it didn't arrive."

"Hmm?

"You're not gonna pin it, are you? You weren't so interested in me."

"No, I know you like me. What I don't know is what that has to do with this situation. If you want romance on the battlefield, you should be a trouper."

"... well. You knew, yeah."

"So why did you stop the sword?

Beatrix is more interested in why he stopped the sword than Raphael thought. It is a cruel reaction very much like hers. It's like telling you you don't have a pulse.

"Because you seemed relieved. For the last moment, you laughed. You laughed because you won't have to delude me anymore, you won't be able to compare me. My hands stopped naturally when I saw my, my admirer's, unusual appearance."

"... no, I just"

"It's not. He got stronger. I had a bad feeling when he took Renault's neck. He said he had something. Dr. Ignatz, Dr. Hilda, and His Majesty also have a verse that, in retrospect, treated him somewhere special. I knew it, that he would stretch. When I came back from Nederks, he saved my life, and I was about to be crushed by a sense of despair and inferiority towards him. At that point, though you were laughing."

Claude Lewis. One of three out on the battlefield in a special frame before graduating from school. He was the least appreciated of them all. Osvalt's genius and Arcadia's Kirin child, Omake calling Pippi beneath. That was him.

But he tried desperately. To live, to reward, just to know the happiness of living, but therefore crawled up crazed to death.

Unlike those at the apex from the beginning, the glitzy vitality was the source of the leap, a thing that was only slightly lacking for the other two.

"Even at the end of the war era, he didn't know where his growth was going to stop. Beyond my assumptions and yours, he went as far as putting his hands on the top. Really amazing, if it wasn't for him you'd be in a hurry, I'd praise him for letting go. That wild dog."

"... crap! Just snap your fucking neck! If you can't, pull the sword. And keep your mouth shut!

Raphael gently drew his sword with a dry grin.

Beatrice saw the color in his eyes.

"I'm not interested in you anymore, not ideally. Some troops began to make strange moves shortly before the Angelum was discussed. I'm an unannounced move. Expansion against none other than Master Alfred, to stop and isolate others, or... Either way, to say that I was a sidekick too. Just like you, yeah. I mean, if you say so, I'm unmotivated. That's all."

Look at the colors of disappointment that come up.

"Don't kid me!

Beatrice's kick captures Raphael's cheek.

"Lady Rafael!

"But, okay, you guys, like the rest of the army, get on with stopping outside the main unit. Orders."

"... I understand that."

Rolling Raphael still had an empty grin.

"This is all the blood you've got. What's that apathy?"

"The kingdom moves. What did you do? Blood runs. Not so much for the size. Because this farce is a rigged thing. I've been hooked. Perhaps Master Claudia had noticed half the time. Oh, shit, I can't believe I caught you at the end of the show."

"Say what, say"

"I'm a horse. Master Claudia is a human pillar for sorting together nobles who cannot even be king. It's all a farce, for a smooth transition to kingship. If you think about it, everything fits. And when I think about it, the funny thing about me is that I want to die."

The destination for the transfer of the royal power was predetermined. Only myself and the outsiders thought I was the successor. Would there be such a funny story? Would there be such a tragic story?

"Me and you are pathetic terminals. Still, I thought I'd try to dance with you at the end of the day, but at the heart of it, you were falling far from the ideal stained with loser guts. Then there's no way you're willing to do it anymore, is there? And then we'll do what we have to do to keep an eye on the stars."

Perhaps Rafael has been remembering the hook for quite some time. Still, I wasn't even ready to let go of another hope than I gave up what I wanted the most. That's why he was turning away.

To not look directly at the thing that was so far out of its hands.

"Am I the loser, huh? Good, stand up, hey, two."

I lost it all, and the last thing he wanted...

"I'll let you reassert my strength"

"... Phew."

It was at least to push his back so that his scorched back could stand properly.

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Shrubia was staring at a run-down enemy army. I haven't lost my hand. I did everything I could to crush him and use violence. But she still stands with her sword in her hand. Her army was also preparing to intercept the shield while supporting the spear.

Maybe I can blow it off with one more push. How long has it been since I thought so? I didn't think I'd struggle this far. It wouldn't make a lot of sense to skip out here if they killed so much time.

"... lady! Something's wrong with the battlefield. Didn't even come for instructions."

"You mean that man fell. Damn, I didn't know I'd get hit by a woman in the first place. Are you saying it's time for the tide? My calories dropped, too. I didn't have a choice. That's all."

Sülvia peered into her own hands. Boneless crusty hands. I'm not missing a drill, but the smell of blood has faded a lot. I didn't shake the warrior off to either side with the intention of choosing the Avenger, but in the end another thought got in the way until the end.

If only I had the courage and the readiness to step forward...

(Fight with those two or this guy in front of you? haha, too bad minutes are hilarious)

Sülvia turned her back on her heels and turned her back on Therese and the others.

"Take a detour and go for the tower. Hurry up."

"Oh, wow."

In the end, I can't shake myself off to either.

"It was pretty strong. If you feel like it, let's do an audition."

For Theresa behind you, give her the utmost praise. Theresa fell quietly after Shrevia and the others disappeared, leaving soberly.

"... this strength to a woman, I respect you. Girl Jie, Shruvia"

Theresa looks up to heaven.

"I wanted to run with him on the battlefield like you did, too."

Unfulfilled wishes. I understood it was unreachable love. Why are you the third person to deliver things that even those two people can't reach? If that's the case, I wanted to be with you on the battlefield at least. I burn my life with my coveted white knight and all those dreams come to my mind.

That day, I remembered a hero looking down from the shadow of my great grandfather.

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The Alfreds have finally arrived at their destination. Few of them arrived at the end of the bargain. All you have to do is capture the king and the nobles who would be in the tower. Or just finish here.

One more step, one more step.

"... Gilberto von Osvalt"

Stone steps stretching out to the entrance of the tower.

The only man sitting in front of the entrance and exit is Gilberto von Osvalt, a man called in the name of the Second Generation Kensei as Arcadia's strongest force.

And the high brothers of Osvalt, his side, were consolidating their sides.

In addition, Gregor and the others are on their way here. The sound of the battle was approaching us.

"I'm coming."

There is no time. The number of opponents is small, but this unit that has arrived may be destroyed only by the arrival of a few highly skilled troops.

That's why there's no spare time to put it out in the last phase.

"Mira is with everyone. The others are strong too."

"He said he knew."

Since Alfred was gone from Arkas, Mira had entered and left the Osvalt family for training.

They are friends of old knowledge. I understood character and skill.

"Yes, you did."

Slowly up the stairs, Alfred. Gilberto also rose again and pulled out his sword in a relaxed stream. Alfred still doesn't pull it out.

At first glance, it is difficult to attack. If the speeding is to be exchanged by Ray, who is also a Lucitanian stream, it reaches the speed of God.

"Long time no see, Master Gilberto"

"Oh, more than anything in a breath disaster"

"Will you step back?

Don't listen to me.

"It's a shame. It's unlikely that your opponent will be able to add or subtract it."

"I'll kill you," he said.

"... Yes"

Alfred and Gilberto, the high and low differences clogged each other so much. Distance to reach both blades. Little Alfred breathed. A flame mixed with gold and ether rolls up. Alfred smiled pitifully as he created a fantastic atmosphere -

"Like -"

It's a flawed move.

They crush my legs, just one step in time. If you plug your body in and your sword loses its trajectory, you won't be able to make moves.

"- Rah!

Then Alfred dares to stay together as he leaps backwards. I've never had this crushed so brilliantly, but it's not unusual as a measure of abode. Pull and punch were also in Lucitanian moves as a countermeasure.

"Hence doomed. I dig that stuff out of my grave and shake it on my immature opponent."

Against that pull, Gilberto is too delicate and thin to say accept, letting him get a fit at the tip of the blade. After completely reading through the track, I still can't do this to a recipient constant. There's no point in doing so either.

"Crap."

An inorganic eye was staring at Alfred.

"... Being together is not the only move I make!

There has always been chills. Tonight, I had a feeling of not meshing all the time. Even here, which began the night raid and was tormented by Angelm's manoeuvres and finally arrived, it doesn't go as it should. It was as if they were all saying this as if they were walls.

"" "The world isn't sweet" "

Alfred holds the sword and rotates his thoughts fully in his head. Pick the best of all hands, combine, and shake down the opponent.

Let's start with...

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Baldovino woke up with the chills.

It was a deep wound, but my guts were avoided beautifully, and I know my difference in strength once again in the incision as if I had slashed it that way to keep it alive.

"Dear Valdovino, take notice"

"... Oh, I didn't mean to live"

Awesome technique. But it's scarier that you didn't notice until you faced the awesomeness of that technique. Perhaps Alfred is also mistaken. It's not a cute thing to say about the power you're hiding, etc. I remember that feeling, like people are stepping into an area they shouldn't reach. Moves beyond understanding. Even Alfred's hands can see the technology ahead of him, which is based on existing moves, but that's...

"Unplucked, sword. I can only describe it as so."

The sword itself. It is not an extension of a person.

"Take care. Second generation Kensei, no longer a person..."

On a good look, Bardovino's men were barely dead. Clearly it looked lethal, the sword, but no one is dead to say it is. It's a similar effect to Alfred's sword, but I don't think Kensei is fixing his medical knowledge like he is.

Then he must have gone from another route to his place with his sword at its finest.

The stunt is not in people's moves.