Tower of Karma

The moment Claude arrived in front of the stone steps, there was a lost sound in him. That was something I didn't want to believe, but at the same time absolute certainty comes to my chest. own death, about to spill a spear that would not even drop in between.

I couldn't make it, my chest burned to such despair.

Beatrice, who was watching the next door, perceived from his expression what had happened and something had ended. If I hadn't interfered with it myself, I might have made it. As a result of pushing the ego through, we were to deprive him of time that mattered to him.

Now I know the weight.

"... a new challenger? I also hated hanging out with children's games, well."

No one was running up the stone stairs anymore. When I see three young people with breaking abilities in this place who are just overwhelmed and unable to stand up, it breaks my heart. Hundreds and two hundred can't be slaughtered. His legend is an exaggerated thing.

A swordsman who was too big but thus undervalued. Without boasting about it, he is now half-headed without a battlefield.

There was no one to know. There was no way to know.

Except for those who know him turned into a sword saint on the battlefield.

"... there's no point in fighting"

Gilberto tilted his neck with a strange look at Claude's vomited words.

"It's all over now, though. It's settled. Alfred wins."

Both factions boiled down to Russia in the words. It would have been where the great chorus of victory would have rolled in, but the atmosphere of sword saints reigning in the center of the stone steps had conjured it.

"Who declared that?

"... if you were a samurai, you wouldn't know..."

For just a moment, he just missed his gaze, but Gilberto quickly entered Claude's nostalgia without missing in the meantime. Death, words floating behind Claude's brain. Claude cut the rudder in the direction of nature and - 'living' - before the protruding death.

"Again, do it"

An unimaginably destructive bombardment spear from a compact orbit. There is even the art of taking advantage of spears in this very small time.

This is it, Wu, this is the move. A stack of people not in the beast.

Gilberto smiles and captures the spear with a 'dot'.

"Nah!?

Now it was Claude's turn to be stunned. An excessively powerful spear to allow the opponent to make a mistake. It was only for intimidation that it was lightly requisitioned directly from the front of the sword. Now I have no standing as a samurai.

"If it weren't for that man, you'd be the warrior I'd do it with. More than I can stand here, these stone steps can't be climbed by chicks falling and lying there, immature people with a flashing colour, or any other elephant. You are also one of those who was played by him. Except, like Alfred, it's special."

"... me, special?

The spear doesn't move even though it's just held down by the tip of the sword. Claude was going to be dazzled by the size of the monster in front of him. Whether you can win even if you are physically and mentally sound. I finally see the real image in front of me. I don't know who I am right now.

"Me, Gardner, Kruger, Thunder, too. I was given a role. Have a clear role. The same goes for the others. The others are just extras in the first place. But you two are different. While he was given a role, he was also given a choice. Hence the special treatment"

"You think it's an option?

"You hadn't noticed? From the beginning. During the war, it began when he admitted to letting his precious power turn to the Nederks, allowing the Admiral and the Three Kings to hang, this time even giving him the free will to which side. Well, that being said, the answer to which you're going to go was self-evident to the man. I'm here for more than anything."

Special treatment. Choice. It's a good story that those that I've enjoyed as a matter of course were special things from the rest of us. I just happened to have less doubt because Claude moved to work beneficially for the White King.

Suppose it was different somewhere in a few choices.

"And at the same time, it must have been his stomach for me to be pulled out by you. I won't, and I don't feel like it. You can't reach me right now. The White Knight's eyesight also fell. Because you thought I'd lose to someone like this."

A heart that was shriveled by a sense of loss. There goes the fire.

Excuse me, seniors.

"Hmm?"

"It's not over yet. Let me sweeten that word."

That's the same thing that can be directed from father to son, that Claude doesn't know. Still, he believed that someone he respected would beat the monster in front of him. Even if we missed many opportunities in time for everything, if there was trust in its place.

"And now I'm the strongest."

Variable freedom, wind thunderstorms, storms strike. A ray of lightning rips through cloudy weather, and its spear blasts.

Multiple.

"That's more than me, then you want it."

They are all cut off by the sharpened sword itself with a 'dot'.

"Ha, seriously."

"Ahead, I will never hold my sword for real. Don't miss this opportunity. Don't miss this moment. The only chance he's got for me to go beyond me is now."

"I'll do it!

Gilberto was laughing inside. The real reason I hated that man, it was that the man who was cold, cruel, letting everything dance on his hands against everyone, had made a few exceptions. Unconsciously, the goodness of the roots made it there.

It just so happens that the opponent who gives his own sword is a little exception to that man, and the opponent who was just a little guessing at it also loved that man again. The point is jealousy. Aren't you cunning, I've always been clear, but deep down, I'm connected to that guy.

That's why I hate it. I don't care if people like me for calculating, but I don't really care if I'm crowded with unconscious things I haven't calculated. Besides, the subject was worn. You can't be clumsy enough to get along with this.

Another exception is the youth in front of us. The person wouldn't have noticed, but the earlier words had a bit of a lie. Beyond the warrior who says Gilberto. Yeah, I know it's true that the guy believes that, but this is just one more special treatment option. I didn't believe I would win, I just gave him a chance to fight.

It is the last gift that the man gave to his son, Claude, that is Kensei. Gilberto was set up as an understudy because he could not stand up as a wall himself. Go beyond yourself, go beyond Gilberto, and push your back up to heights.

Upon learning of his existence, his strength, Gilberto's head had this painting floating around. It's all over that man's palm, and that's a hundred steps away and acceptable. But the exception in that man, this battle that would have arisen out of kindness, even if it no longer meant anything.

"I'm sorry, but I'll never lose you!

"Damn, you hate losing!

Win by hanging on Gilberto's will. Anyway, Gilberto doesn't like William Lewis. Always have been. Because it was myself who met Carl first, but it was William who found and raised Carl's vessel first.

It's just that for that reason...

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Kyle was watching the moment of settlement. As the flames of the Red Lotus surrounded all directions, and its palatine flames swayed loosely like a human shadow, the two slashes hit each other and something disappeared. Something invisible, vengeful aggressiveness and even consolation warmth - various kinds of pneumonia, disappear.

The sure thing is,

"... good day,"

That the monster that says William is over. And by cutting him off, Alfred, the successor to his' power ', took over safely. A new king hustles someone inside and outside the world after this farce. blood and labor for it. A hegemonic king turned into a fool for that matter.

This is where the inheritance came in.

The fool king, later known as the demon king with all sorts of merits, falls into the sea of blood, into the swamp of the corpse. The severed person would not have seen his vision distorted by tears, but there seemed to be some joy in the face of the collapsing man, then a pitiful grin.

"One era is over, and a new one is coming. The business of those who have repeated it over and over again. But I don't know such beautiful, muddy shifts. It was a great curtain pull. Both sides, full."

Airhardt praises them. I made every effort to get here. Settlement beyond the time ordained by God. Each obsession brought them to this occasion.

"That's the king, Kai El Erik Grevilius"

"... oh"

The old king fell and a new king stood.

"What do you want from people, new king?

"Nothing."

"To the throne, to the crown, to the king. What do you see?

"Nothing."

"So what will make you king?

"We will strive for a complete world, on our royal road. The king is nothing but a gorgeous costume to put together for it. A tool to form my royal road. And the world of men."

"Come on, do you want to use everything for that?"

"... I won't let you lose money. I hope they enjoy the happiness I give them, the pain, without knowing anything. A world where I can manipulate people's worlds and enjoy happiness and laugh as normal, even one step ahead. Happiness, misfortune, everything is food for it."

The last sweetness was missing from Alfred's appearance.

"You'll be guilty of an enormous sin."

"It's above my knowledge. If it is one king who knows everything, then it is inevitable that all the sins of men will come to the king. Therefore, it is the king who bears everything, Father."

Reaffirming the strength of the king born after the journey to this place, William learned that his role had been fulfilled. It is even regrettable that it is his son, but he chose him himself and he responded to it.

Now the king standing in front of me is stronger than himself.

Therefore, the world can no longer do itself.

"Let me finish, usurper. A king is a usurper. Ability to take, codify and redistribute from the people. It doesn't have to be a king. The only thing that makes sense in this world is being a king. Woohoo, don't waste too much time. I am."

William moved his powerless body by will alone and stood up. And made his own son wear a bloodwet crown. It doesn't mean anything in itself. It is just an ornament the same as a mask. Precious metals, same as gems.

It's always people who make sense of it.

"You are the king. Alfred Ray Arcadia."

"Encourage with the whole body and spirit. And let's connect next."

"... Conquest"

Alfred turned his back on his father silently. I can't rest forever when I'm watching. Father, above all, I cannot take off the mask of king. So, the truth is, he turned his back on it, no matter what he wanted to see through to the end.

"Goodbye, Father. I know everything, and I want you to know..."

A crush no one can hear.

Alfred wiped the 'blood' stained in his eyes and advanced his legs forward.

"Let me testify as a witness. And the new king fought with dignity, and prevailed over it."

Airhardt fell on his knees and drowned his head before the new king.

"Thank you, Master Airhardt"

To the words Airhardt raised his face and shook his head.

"Yet, Your Majesty, if you become king, you will stand above everything. Don't put your position back on."

Alfred laughs bitterly. Yes, he's already a king himself.

"Thank you, Airhardt"

The king does not look up.

"What a waste of words"

The king would look down, and yes it was in his words. We have to give an indication. He that standeth above the king, and he that standeth alongside him, it shall not be in the land. I just 'cleaned' it for that. Shaking with one word is people's hearts.

We have to be thorough. What do you call a position?

"Come on."

"As you wish."

Alfred leaves the room with Airhardt and still no fire. I glanced at Kyle sideways, but I didn't dare to blame him. I understand that it has some kind of relationship. A relationship that even myself, my son, can't get into.

Then at least at the end of the day...