Tower of Karma

Before Olumpia was opened, the ancient ginseng faces had been gathered by the king's convocation.

"It's unusual for Hilda to respond to a call."

Gregor's question-- Hilda floats her blues.

"I'm the only one who gave you my life, you cunt."

"Cass? Did I just say cass about Your Majesty? You whore!

"I never sold you, you rotten faggot!

Hilda and Angelm, who hang out. Shrubia brushes her faceless Gilberto and for some reason Halbert without having to engage herself with the mundane Gregor.

And...

(Why am I being called here?

There was an image of Ignaz trembling in the corner.

"I'm sorry, call me up suddenly."

"There's a gap!

"Here."

The moment William shows up, Gregor suppresses the shitty shruvia. If we get together, Gisgis, after all these years, it won't change a bit, rather in a worsening tragedy. Ignaz in the corner holds his stomach and spills "I want to go home".

"What can I do for you? I don't know what His Majesty wants from us.

"Mm, well, Gilberto's right. We're all out of line now, and I still don't know why we're calling Angelum or Ignaerts."

Ignaz is scared that his name came up all of a sudden, but no one touched him. Discount because the conversation went on as it was.

"I want to help you."

"Ha? So what's happening to us now... you?"

"Are you willing to wage war?

Everyone's eyes gleam. Only Angelm was the color of joy, but I guess there are still concerns, waiting for the continuation of the conversation.

"The enemy is my son, and the time is within a few years," he said.

Everyone except Angelm and Ignaerts pulled through the score.

That's a samurai diving through the turmoil. It's not a lot of pressure.

"Why didn't you forbid the sword?

Before anyone else in it, Gilberto adds a sword to the king's throat shortly after Angelm stops it. Too soon, no hesitation. And William smiles.

"I gathered only those I trusted here. So I didn't need it, that's all. Gilberto von Osvalt"

Quite the opposite of his position, there is no love in Gilberto's eyes.

"I'm sick. Within a few years, he dies. I'm just putting on makeup to show that I'm still alive."

Hilda approaches silently and strokes William's cheek. I look at the adhesive on my finger, I look at the blue and white raw skin that was underneath it, and I flaunt my face.

"I want to transfer the kingdom in as meaningful a way as possible. I called on you to cooperate. [M] I only wish. It's not an order, is it?"

The usual narrative, but now that the mask by makeup had collapsed, it was still more painful. Angelm and others are showing signs that they are about to collapse.

"To whom are you going to transfer the kingdom?

My son, Alfred.

"Earlier while speaking of enemies?

"But as an enemy, my son will kill me. That's muscular. To use my existence without even leaving a single shard, to connect next."

William Lewius' tremendous readiness.

"Mr. William's Not Included. So what do we do next? Are you doing this for your son? Or something else..."

He was an Ignaz who couldn't bear to speak out, but the last one gets a whispering tone when he gets barometric pressure on his face.

"It's not for anyone. It's for me, Ignatz."

William smiles at his comrades who dived through the battle together in the first place.

"As you know, I used a lot, kicked it down, and got here. Many hands against humanity, many evils you do not know, have been made."

You guessed something. Hilda strengthens her sword-shaking hand.

"The sin of piling up to great heights, I've been distressed by the snow, but my body is so brittle. You were a little too unscrupulous when you were young."

"Are you trying to rub that against my son?

"Oh, that's pathetic, though. I'm going to carry what I can carry. Leaving it behind would be a business as a king, as a guide. The hegemony comes with a great responsibility. To the king and to the protector. Above all, we need strength."

"Now I think Master Raphael would be better suited."

"It depends on what you do in Olumpia. If you just get a good grade, clap it out, there's another souvenir and you pass, the winner, well, you can't do it. Me and that son."

"I see, he said it was a fluid one. Well, then, Wonder, let's see if this Angelum can fix it. We should all be worthy of the next king, or set it in his eyes."

"" Not necessary ""

Gregor and Sülvia's voices overlapped. Ignaz was also small-sized and "I don't need it," but it didn't reach anyone's ear.

"I'm beyond the scope of a warlord, such as identifying a king. That's good. I don't care if it's Lafael or Alfred. What matters is why we need to wage war when we transfer kings, why we are hostile to the next king, why we are."

William deepens his grin at Gregor's inquiry.

"The first is because, as I said earlier, we need strength. Compared to other countries, those of you who have little experience in action because of your early departure from active duty will take on the core sooner or later. I want to gain experience in action. As dense as you can get."

"I'm a soldier."

"That's right. And the other two are for the same reason. The outrageous old king loses to the righteous prince, an ally of the people, and loses his crown. Those who followed it are also likely to receive a sleigh if they were at the core. I called out to you because of your bait for the next era."

"Can I be a sprinkler? Ah. No, even in the White Mask era, I couldn't quite hear it. It sounds like a grand order. Well, I don't mind."

"Hate me. Buy a role and get out, huh? I don't mind if I have to."

Ignaerts and Gregor are not particularly willing to deny it. I still don't deny it because I don't even care what the masses think of it in the first place, such as Shrevia. Angelm doesn't have to ask, so he discounts it.

Hilda's been touring the house.

"Why would you do that? We could get wounded in the name, but you're the best. Mark your name as the Evil King in your long history. Why are you trying to do the next thing you don't exist? I don't think there's a back there because we know you on the battlefield. Tell me, this time, no lies."

Gilberto stares straight at William.

A schematic that hasn't changed since the first encounter. I lied to you back then.

"I'm going to, Gilberto. Tower under construction, a temporary room. The area has been completely cleaned. The first power I possess, by the hands of the Dark Residents. You're the only ones here. You're the only ones who deserve to be trusted, beyond likes and dislikes."

I don't have any more bills left for me. I just have to bow my head.

"Let's talk about it all. Yeah, you're right first. I don't think I'm William Lewis of Lucitania."

Expose it all and beg for help. That's all they deserve.

"I was born in Arkas. Just Al, born a slave."

Unimaginable truth that is spoken pale.

The story of a man painted with a lie that is blatant, obscure, and has no choice but to stand up.

The life of one long, talked about so much that the night was white.

History of sin. of redemption, the way.

"- I want you to cooperate. I don't have anything left."

Let me know when the time comes.

Quietly they took their seats. with each prepared eye.

Much weaker than I imagined, carving the story of a man at the top.

Kyle and Gilberto were also stopping the sword at the same time as the Claudes. There is a smoke spray in the sky that begins to whiten, and something red hiccups and faces from its source.

"Argh!"

Blue Kyle runs up the stairs alone. Only the person who screamed will know which one that 'Al' is referring to. And the man who's supposed to stop it...

"Don't be ridiculous! Are you saying that you will be swallowed by the business over this period? I believed in you, and when we stepped into our thoughts, you were at the end!

In anger, I lose sight of my role. Old comrades, at their heart, they were given some truth, and under each thought they answered this convocation. Everything is a story with a script, and if it covers it, everything collapses.

Just once, I swore I'd give my own sword. Because he drove away the vengeance when he lost the one he was supposed to offer.

He said he held the sword again because of the pre-construction of paying back that debt, and because his path was for the nation until the end, and I'm sure 'he' took the same choice.

Gilberto distorts his face when he sees a flame as if he is swallowed by kingdom, swallowed by the cause and refuses to inherit to his son.

"Al, me too"

Mira also runs up the stairs again.

Those who notice the abnormality of "above" begin to turn their feet to the tower.

It's hard to stop the flow once it's born. The man who needs to be stopped in the first place is relinquishing his role. This can't even stop.

"Gil, calm down!

Beautiful pronunciation as if hitting him with a voice from downstairs. Hilda's eyes were pouring on Gilberto. Its eyes communicate their intentions stronger than they exhaust 10,000 words.

(He's a liar. But you decided to believe me, didn't you? We are. Isn't that why you took the sword again? I don't know which measure that is and what the intent is. Still -)

Mira trying to bare Gilberto. That 's--

"Still, believe me, have you decided,"

Kensei bounced back. Sword Saint Gilberto moved out as guardian again.

"I'm really weak. It'll shake right up."

Mira regains her position and once again, attacks the guardian monster of the tower. Alongside that, the two, Palomides and Lamberto, penetrate at the same time again.

Three simultaneous attacks.

"Let's do our part"

I caught it all in the 'dot' and bounced it off.

Incredible skill, three people flashed by isolated sword moves.

"There are two exceptions. Two because of my immaturity. But there's no third one."

The flow - stopped.

"Warrior Chief!

"I thought you were a merchant, was that the mouth you should be talking about"

Still, it opens up and Ivan and Rosetta go in.

Countless white blades, a trick to shoot down all the blades that control the distance with the only sword you can wield. Again, this man is not in the realm of people. That's within our two assumptions, though.

Rosetta becomes a wall and takes away her sight. It is also assumed that her melee attack will be defeated. But more than he uses only the sword he wields, only that moment becomes untouchable.

"Now ah!

Thousand encounters, from over Rosetta's cape, a penetration of a man who was also a finger fold in the spear Nedeluxe runs. It's just like thunder. It brings together flash and noise.

"No, I said no."

On top of that, on the spear, Kensei stands loosely. It was an incredible sight. So much so that the two who were attacking me stopped their hands.

Not the man who misses that gap, but fluttered and leaped between the two, pruning the consciousness of a handknife flashing rosetta, and Ivan was also severed from the abdomen again.

"Insufficient archaeology. Come back out."

Two people rolling down the stone stairs. Using hands-on manipulation, it should be noted that there is no shaking in Kensei.

The man who says Gilberto just grabbed the sword and sees the illusion of thick walls blocking him. There is no previous. The road to go was closed.

"Back off, Ye!

Still, the three young men push forward with a replacement, and they penetrate with a martial arts.

(I guess we should be chasing him if we're supposed to)

Gilberto follows with his eyes the appearance of a monster shouldering himself as he plays them back lightly. I don't see him anymore, he must have entered the tower. With as much strength as he has, he should be able to twist and bend the situation easily.

But I don't think Gilberto will.

(The only man who hasn't used everything. I understand that I was upset at an earlier meeting. The source of your sword was in the man. I don't know what the cause is, but for the worse, I can't fall. Somehow, I just think so)

Gilberto conquers the field as he overwhelms the three of them. Forcefully reconnect and tighten the once broken battlefield to its original end. Nobody lets this place pass. Whoever thinks I am, come. There is only one qualification to seek.

who are stronger than themselves,

(... heh, are you getting closer)

I have no idea - I don't.