Tower of Karma

Arcadia kingdom. This country, which means ideal home in ancient language, had more power than the neighbouring countries. It is force, it is economic power, and it is the size of history and what has built up. It was a righteous nation of origin that could be counted among the seven kingdoms of the continent of Laurencia.

There was a dark and lonely place in the corner of Arkas, its king's capital, which changed from the beautifully maintained streets. The gatherers are filthy, and the air keeps rising. And most of what dwelleth here were of the slave class.

"Hey, Alrett, hey. I got some bread from the church."

"Oh, have I thanked you properly? My cute little boy."

"Absolutely. And stop being such a kid. I'm your knight."

"Yes, sir. Then let's get half a loaf of bread. Little Knight."

"Yeah!"

There is naturally a class in this country as well. with the king as its head. It is roughly divided between nobility, civilians and slaves. They are basically immutable and require a lot of money if you are to buy a class. Slaves to civilians, civilians to nobles, none of them will fluctuate unless a miracle occurs.

"Delicious, lady."

"Yeah, it's delicious. You have to thank the priest."

This sister and brother are also slaves. My mother gave birth to my brother and right in the other world, my father doesn't know who my father is because my mother was a whore. It was just two small families.

"Tomorrow I'll use the money for me to buy eggs."

"Then my money goes together and I'll buy two."

Finish your moldy bread and connect your hopes tomorrow. Just living, that's just heavy labor. Together, the two of us labored from morning to evening, finally bread and water, a thin soup. One egg in the occasional luxury, that was the life of the slave class.

"Come on, when you eat, let's go to bed. Tomorrow morning is early, and I'm going to bed at night."

"Then sing me a song, lady. Then I'll sleep with you."

"Yeah, fine."

Even a little kid has to work if he's a slave. Values such as child labor being evil were formed after modern times, the farmer's son helps with field work, and the merchant's and technician's son steals a look at the work of their parents, sometimes experiencing and remembering it. The child of slavery is incorporated into society as a workforce. It only belongs to some privileged classes, such as education.

"Hey, honey!

"Yes, sir."

Put out a short candle fire, and the little family enters a thin bed because of it. It was so narrow that if we didn't hug each other, it would fall, a thin cloth that would even let a little cold wind through it, too crude to call it a bed, and they were still happy.

"Hey, warm"

"Forgive me if they take it away. Forgive me if they steal it. Forgive me if they kill me. Forgiveness is more honorable than anything else, and if you beg and look to heaven, God will grant you forgiveness and mercy. So let us forgive you. Let us forgive you. Let us forgive you. My little treasure. Love the beautiful world that gave birth to you."

Listening to a gentle song, my brother feels the warmth of his sister. I hug you full of strength wondering if you'll ever let go of me. Just two of us. My family. That is why we must not leave.

"Hey...... Sa, n"

My sister also held my brother, who falls in the midst of all the riches, dearly as a treasure.

"Good night, Al. My cute treasure."

Slaves are people. But the world doesn't recognize them as people.

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"Don't wander off, little ones!

Angry flying construction site. It is the work of slaves to carry loads here. Children with low unit costs among slaves are particularly preferred in the field where simple tasks are carried out. Even if it's hard work, that doesn't change. If it crumbles, you just have to buy it again.

"Hey, Al. Lunch break, usual place."

"I get it. Let's stick together until then, Kyle."

Small conversations at just a few wrong moments. If you see any signs of skipping at all, their employers come whipping you fine. They don't consider slaves the same person.

"I know you're telling me not to skip!

Next to another child being whipped, the boys carry stones.

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"Damn, the next person to be bought would be helpful if they were a little more slave friendly"

"A mushroom with a deadline - it gets rough when it's a crime scene. But if it's only for rich people and old people, it's 89..." That's it. "

"Uh... I don't like 'that'. If it hurts your ass just to think about it."

There are also different kinds of slaves. The kinds, the jobs and roles that you do depending on what you buy them, naturally vary. Al and Kyle are a time-bound workforce hired collectively by a certain building chamber.

"Like help with personal ownership if you say the ideal?

"I don't like that. I'm gonna have to break up with you."

"I'm out, Ciscon."

"Shut up. Do it!

Slaves basically have no right to choose a job. A mere presence to go where it was sold and to labor. However, there are situations where it is easy to sell people to buy intermediaries. With a deadline, this kind of scene almost goes through if you want, for what nobody likes. Al had expressed hope in buying people to prefer to be sold to these. All to be inseparable from my sister.

"Well, that's unusual. You live with your family in slavery habits."

Kyle is from a distant country. Kyle doesn't know for himself if there are any relatives there who are already in exile. All I know is that you lose, you get robbed, you get yourself into slavery, and you say you're being bought by people in this Arcadia right now.

"There are quite a few places that my family buys."

"You would be otherwise... you would be struggling"

"Sort of."

"... it's not you"

That's what I said. Kyle took his eyes off Al.

Al looks at another, with his neck clenched.

"It's late, it's time to come."

Al glances around for a moment. But I don't see any shadows.

"You're welcome."

A small stone hit Al's head. A stone the size of a fingertip conveys more surprise to the body than pain. "Wow," Al said. On top of that, standing on a stone wall,

"Favela? It's too late."

The person, called Favera, looks down at the two with emotional scarcity eyes that are also different from the iron skin. She only looks like a shallow black boy at first glance, but she is a clean woman at first sight.

"Sorry. Took me a while to sprinkle"

That said, the girl throws a bright red fruit at the two of them.

"Whoa, it's an apple. I'm coming!

Favela eats apples at the same speed as two people eating apples with fierce momentum on their asses, regular when squeaky. The lower class eats fast.

"Pu, you're coming back to life. Thanks for everything, Favela."

When Al expresses his gratitude, Favela nods silently. It was like a tease trick, and yet the two of us somehow understood the timing. We haven't been dating that long ourselves, but somehow the horses fit.

"It's not easy being a solid thief family business. I can eat apples like this, but I was wondering if it would be worth the risk."

"Nothing wrong with that. If you get caught, you just die."

"That's the only problem."

Thieves are evil deeds. If you get caught, I'm sorry it's not just compensation. He is beaten, kicked, and an indelible rettel is affixed to his ID card as long as he lives to be "this person thief". This works negatively in different contexts and will never be seen with a decent eye again.

"Besides, I won't snag. Because I'm a pro."

Favela is not a person in this country. I was born in this country, but my parents entered this country with illegal immigration, a clan of thieves from the Far East, and gave birth to Favela. In other words, this country is not aware of the existence of Favela. I don't have a nationality or identity. Favera therefore has no human rights. There's even a slave. There's not even a minimum. Killing him is no different than a bug or an animal.

"Well, I'm part of the Thief Guild this year, and I'm not like those thieves there."

Favela strained her chest silently. Even thieves seem to have a professional crush.

By the way, a thief guild is one of the dark guilds in this country. It is a group of professionals who can belong to what puts them in the back family business, in which they have won some trust. Affiliation has various benefits and advantages, but at the same time requires a corresponding payment. Favera's family belonged to three parents and children.

"Thanks to this, we can always find it on the apple."

"Yum!

"Ugh."

The three of us sit side by side on the fence. This place, with unexpected views, was quite a hole. There may be no dispute over this hole.

"Mmm, great view over an apple"

"You see the royal palace. Oh, I guess those people can eat as many apples as they want. Stew and all that in barrels."

"You don't drink in barrels. Maybe it's not such a good place. I'm sorry about that place. This one's better suited to sex."

"Well, I'm good over there."

Al's eyes had been sucked into the royal palace and the beautiful sections around it. Kyle mumbles, opens his big mouth and chews. Occasionally Al looked over that side with envy. I've been going somewhere lately, feverish, wandering the dead line, especially since...

I don't really remember the effects of the fever.

Kyle finished his meal first and lowered his back to the limp ground that was shading the stone walls. Just a few seconds, the difference in touch also finishes Al and Favela.

"Later, I'll also give you the lady's share after work. Before this, thank you for the flowers."

"And the lady's share!? Thanks Favela!"

Al with a full smile. He seems happier than when he gets his share. Kyle sighed jealously, and Favela was - still faceless.

"Stick with me. Al's sister is a real beauty."

Kyle glanced at Al,

"If you look alike, you look alike... but don't lack manhood"

annoying al. A slightly neutral appearance makes my sister's beautiful dark hair shake safely. Doesn't look good, but that would also cause poor diet. He's more feminine than Favela, but he's a neat man for once.

"Shut up. Do it. I protect you. [M] Like I can't get a bad bug like you!

"You have a good heart for treating people like bugs. You're such a loser."

Kyle was jumping on Al like that, and in a flash he was taking the mount and pulling Al's cheek. No one on this scene knows that Favela blew out just for a moment when they saw it pulled by.

"Um, who's gonna protect who?

"Siuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

"Damn, you only have one mouth."

When Kyle let go of his fingers, his cheeks reverted and only a grumpy look remained.

"Hmm?"

Then I heard the bell ringing from the other side of the workplace. This is a bell that marks the end of the break, as well as the beginning of a hard labor.

Both Kyle and Al stood up with disgusting faces.

"Whoa, is the play over? Soya Favela. I'll see you around the end."

"We have to hurry. It's a whip. I'll see you later."

"Okay."

They go to the workplace, the other disappears into the city. Far from the clutter, in the back alley with few people, only apple seeds remained pompous.

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Al runs. Hold one apple and one egg in your chest and hurry under your precious sister. Looking at the apple, my sister would think, she would be happy, she would be happy, or she would be a little angry, and then she would hug me, full of thoughts and a smile.

I see the house. Poor house. A hut full of gaps. Still, it was the happiest, most valuable place in the world for Al.

"Hey, I'm home!

Al opens the door. It's the same color in my eyes, beautiful long hair that's just confused with obsidian. Only then is Al full of happiness.

"Today, every now and then, and then! Favela gave it to me. It's an apple, apple."

Al waiting for a reaction. My sister looked back slowly and smiled.

"Welcome back, my pretty knight"

To that smile, the joy exploded.

"That, soup of the day"

Al looked surprised when he saw the table lined up for the meal.

I know there are two egg dishes. I can understand whether the bread was also good for church or flower sales. But the soup was not the usual thin soup, but a lot of utensils, something Al had never seen.

"The flowers are selling so well today, that's why I made the stew. Because Kama-san used to make it only once, and it was so delicious."

Al gave his sister, Alrett's words, a happy look, but the inner question mark remained. Why today?

(Nothing. It's not an anniversary. But it looks delicious)

I'm so hungry, Al. Allet smiled and urged Al to go ahead.

"I'll have it!

Start eating at a tender pace. Moldy bread was also a taste that rose to heaven when eaten on stew. Is it good to be so delicious and so happy? Too happy, Al was a little scared.

"Delicious? Are you good at it?

To Alrett's question, Al nodded with enough momentum to blow everything away. Bitter Alretto. Even that bitter one fills Al's heart. Every step of my sister brings happiness to Al.

(Woohoo, I'm so happy)

There is not one form of happiness. Even if you are poor or treated as a slave, with your sister, that's fine. Just my sister. I don't need anything else. So sure, Al loved his sister so much. And similarly, my sister. Also,

"Hey, Al?

I love Al. That's why I think so differently.

"What, lady?

Al with his neck hanging. The stew spills from the edge of the mouth. Al muddled it.

"You know... is Al having a hard time with your job right now?

Sudden sister inquiry. Al shook his head to the side.

"It's usually not hard. Because they don't whip me as irrationally as they did in the previous place, and I don't get beaten up by distractions."

In return for Al, Alrett clouds his expression. Al hasn't lied or anything. I really don't think it's a big deal. That's all I take for granted. Citizens my age have not seen such terrible things. Even rural children have not seen such irrational eyes. He gets beaten, kicked, works full-time all day, and receives as much wages as sudden tears. That's normal for him. Because all I know is hell.

"What if Al could be free from slavery and be like a citizen?

Al laughs bitterly at his sister's inquiry.

"I can't. Something that doesn't have the money to buy an identity. Working my whole life, and still not enough. Especially if I'm just a slave at the crime scene, and I'm not."

Looks like you're giving up from the edge. And that's normal, too. This country does not have a mechanism through which slaves can crawl. Even children like Al understand. I can't, he said.

"But what if they let you go?

"Well... I'd like to be released. Oh, I'd suck stew if I told you that. It's my stew."

Stew more immediate than impossible story. Al was disappointed with Stew as he drifted off again.

If Al had said how he really felt at this time, to the 'end', the future could have changed. Is that happiness or unhappiness,

(But if you're with Miss Alrett, you can be a slave, a citizen or whatever)

That, at the end of his life, he will know.

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The next day, Alretto was bought by a certain aristocratic house. All that was left was money that would even buy an identity.

The other day, Alretto, who had been spotted on the market, finally bowed his head to his own purchase money, which was being piled up, even though he refused several invitations.

Everything to make Al happy...

Al couldn't stop it. Give me a sister who will be taken by a man of inflexibility.

Al couldn't say. "Don't leave me. Don't leave me alone," he said.

Al, I'm all alone. In exchange for his status as a 'liberating slave' and a degree of money that won't have trouble living for a while.

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"Hey, long time no see, Al the liberating slave."

Kyle and Favela visited Al's house on their way home from work. Al welcomes them in with a lifeless face.

"... is the blur the same? Clean it up."

Kyle starts cleaning all the time. Favera is immovable. I'm not very good at chores in general. Kyle can do anything in that regard to some extent.

"Yes, Al."

Favela tries to hand Al the apple. Kyle, who was cleaning, slapped the thigh and Al's hand trying to receive it.

"There's no apple for dead fish."

"... the one I stole"

Ignoring words like Bozori, Kyle scorned Al.

"I'm not asking you to work anything. You don't belong to anyone anymore, and your identity is' Liberation Slave '. The treatment is inferior to that of citizens, but Tsutsu - farewell to labor. I'm so proud of you, motherfucker."

Kyle grabs Al's collar.

"But hey, you're not looking dead. You can't live like that. Thanks to who, I thought I was free!? Aah!? Who the fuck thinks I threw my life and sold it and made gold!? Though Temei will have to be happy at least for that man to bear his misfortune! You skatan!

Kyle's fury echoes into the tiny hut. Favera will not stop.

"But not anymore, lady."

Kyle's head poke burst into Guru Al. I'm also surprised that Favera is just as good at this.

"If you have time to talk like that, work! Work, work, you buy Mr. Alrett. I'm sure it pays off!

Al opened his eyes. It was a blind spot, buying my sister back. Too unrealistic. Equals impossible - for slaves.

"Liberation slaves are tightly constrained but close to citizens. Labor wages are not the ratio of slaves. It's not easy, but it's not impossible. I'll help, too, if you need me."

"That's why. What are you gonna do, knight?"

Al was ashamed of himself. I don't have the face to match myself more than myself and my two friends who were thinking about my sister. And there's a lot of deep gratitude.

"Thank you. I'll work. Work hard and buy a lady."

There's a light in Al's eye. Seeing it, Kyle reached out to Al, who was falling, lighting up a little.

"Sorry about that. Too much. But while you have someone you can repay... don't give up."

Kyle is lonely all the time. The life or death of the family is unknown. Probably dead. Even if I owe you, I can't give it back forever. That's why Kyle seriously turned to Al because he knew it. Not yet, because my best friend can make it. Unlike myself.

"Oh, thank you, best friend"

Al squeezed his outstretched hand forcefully. The disappointingly gripped hand was full of vitality. Kyle pulls Al up "oops".

"Thank you, Favela."

"Yeah. Me too, because we're friends"

A faceless face. But it's not like I don't have feelings. Al understands the expressionless emotion.

"Bye, best friend. Give two very tired friends a little treat after work."

"We don't have a lot of stuff. Only about bread and water."

"The ingredients, there are"

Favela gives the bag out of her rear hand. Among them, I guess the ingredients that have not been stopped have been properly caught off. Al and Kyle laugh face-to-face. "..." silent expression when I saw it, but a slightly grumpy look favela was teasing the two of them.

"Haha, I'm sorry, Favela. I'll take care of it, I'll put more on my arm and make you both look... I'll see what you can do."

Al wraps his arms around him and stands in a place that is too poor for a narrow cooking area. Kyle and Favela watch over that back.

Even if it fails. It makes sense that Al moved from himself. Besides, we are slaves. It is a lower level human being. Even if I failed a little, I was proud to make it taste good.

"Ugh."

"First, yum...... not good"

Al's first dish also helped the ingredients were a pointless mix of food, surpassing their tongues, which even served muddy water.

"Ku, ha. This is really shitty. Cover me, you fruit."

"It was the most expensive one. That store is a scam."

"I didn't expect thieves to call me a fraud. Well, it's a fraud to sell this piece of shit at a high price."

"And even though it hurt to peel it off, it's terrible that the contents are crummy."

We both surround the dining table in a small house, noisy by the three of us. Loneliness, which was alone, fades, and wonders and powers gush. The sum of friends, different from family, was there.

"hahahaha"

A smile returned to Al.

His heartfelt smile, maybe this was the last time.

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On the way home from Al's house, Kyle and Favela were walking side by side.

"... for once, keep it in Kyle's ear"

"Mm-hmm. What, suddenly?

There is basically no conversational conversation other than when Al and I are three. It is unusual to shake the subject up, especially from Favela.

"The nobleman who bought Mr. Alrett, Uncle Vlad... has a problem"

"Problem is... hey, no way"

"Readiness is necessary"

Kyle squeezes his hair. It exudes the anger of Alrett, the object of admiration for himself, and the mistreatment of his best friend, which he has no place to do.

"Let's do it, hey"

The moonlight is covered in clouds and the Book of Darkness is heavy.

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Al worked vigorously. The work that Al, who can't read letters and can't learn, is still hard work or simple work. Wages didn't rise so much, but people with goals are strong.

"I will definitely get your lady back!

Under that constant determination, Al had concentrated on thorough savings and savings.

A year has passed since that day.

It was one day. People stood in front of the house. A man in a sack stands in front of Al's house. With that in doubt, Al tries to speak up.

"Excuse me. Can I help you?

Man looking at Al. The sight of a garbage worm has been experienced many times with Al.

"There you go, you dirty slave kid."

He throws a sack that wasn't there, and it annoys Al.

"I am a slave of liberation."

"Hmm. So you're going to be human. Look, you guys can't be human for the rest of your lives. Slaves remain slaves. Even liberated slaves must be inhuman."

This opinion is not uncommon. A large number of people in this country, perhaps more than citizens, share the same opinion. The curse of this hand is familiar, but not pleasant.

"... what is this bag?

It's no use continuing to ask questions. Al only asks what he needs. The man also doesn't seem willing to curse more than necessary if he just wants to get out of what should be called this slum city again.

"That one's too broken a toy, if it's a territory, we'll have trouble disposing of it in this king's capital anyway. That's why I came back to where I was. Fuck you."

Toys, sounds strangely creeping into Al's ears. I'm also concerned about where it was.

"What do you mean, what do you mean?

The man gazed at Al with an uncomfortable face.

"It doesn't mean anything or shit. You're an ill-conceived kid. I came back to my original place because Uncle Vlad's toy was broken. And then dispose of it that way, that's it."

That's what the man says and leaves the spot.

The remaining Al extends his rough hand into the bag without it.

My heart rings like an early bell. Don't touch me any more. Don't come near me.

I understand it very well. The contents. Understand and do not look. You shouldn't see it. Should be disposed of without looking. You can also flow into the river. You can bury it. I should have.

Al opened the bag. The contents...

"Oops."

I endured for a moment. But the moment he understood 'it', which was starting to smell slightly rotten, Al couldn't stand to scatter everything in his stomach. Stomach fluids burn your throat. Sea of watery puke on the ground.

"Ah, ah, ah"

My broken heart is raising the voice of the Terminator. Driven by the urge to throw everything out and disappear from this place. Let's forget it, let's forget it, let's start tomorrow with a hopeful tomorrow. Kyle, Favela, and the three of us...

'Cause Alrett, hey...

"Oh yeah, kid.... you're here. Hey!?

The man who came back for some reason. Al raises his vain eyes.

"It's the cost of disposing of a broken 'it'. Take it."

A piece of silver coin is thrown in front of Al. Al's gaze remains directed at the man,

"Why, why..."

When he saw the bump and twinkle Al, the man threw up his twinkle.

"There's nothing you can do about it. Whatever you do with what you buy, the Count is on his own. My uncle bought it and my uncle broke it. I'm giving you money because it's so hard to dispose of. What the hell are you unhappy about? Money? You want money? I don't like slaves because this is what this is all about. Horses and cows are much better off without asking for consideration. You scum."

The man threw up whatever he wanted and then kicked the sack he wasn't. From inside, a body with lost hands and feet pops up. Al doesn't know if it was cut off to carry, or if it was cut off in its lifetime. I don't even want to know.

"No, this woman, she was quite beautiful. Oh, I don't want to. If I were born into a nobleman, I would have whispered. Well, I can't help it. I'm a slave."

Saying so, the man returned and left next time.

The only thing left was Al, who stood still. If you were born into a nobleman, if you weren't a slave, two words swirl around. Inhuman, Al finally came to that meaning. I kept turning away from what I was going to find out.

"... right"

Al found out.

"... Was it"

Al has found out.

"Ku, ku, ku, ku!

Laugh like crazy. Al's heart has broken. It splashes into pieces of wood dust that will never go back to normal again. Rather, it increases madness so that it breaks my heart itself.

"He said we're not human. That's funny, man! 'Cause, look, there's red blood on me, too!

Al scratched 27615; to hug his arms. My nails creep through my skin, and blood bleeds from inside.

"I'm standing on two legs, and I have both arms! I have five fingers, and two eyes. No nose, no ears, no mouth, we're not human even though we're the same!!

Al screaming.

"Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya!

Tears of blood, white hair mixed with pitch-black hair. Hate, anger, giving up, despair, and different emotions swirl, and that creates an awesome look. Al broke. Perhaps so would my sister. Beyond men, to beasts...

"... then no"

But Al stopped at the rink. Not with beasts. Even if a man can be broken by a beast, a man's society cannot be broken by a beast. There is no point in falling for a loser who has been eliminated by civilization.

"Then you admit you're not a person, right?"

That's what Al understood by instinct.

"Okay, I'm calm. I'm human. At least it doesn't make sense if we don't think we are. Isn't that right, lady?

Embrace your changed sister like before.

"I'm sorry I threw up earlier, man. I'm so happy to see you again, I threw up on you. Haha, that's crazy. It's okay. You're the prettiest girl in the world."

His hands and feet have been rubbed, his teeth have been broken, his breasts have been turned off, his ears have been twisted, his eyeballs have been twisted, his expression at death is at the extreme, plus as much time has elapsed since his death, and his rot is beginning to drift. But Al looks beautiful. A sister more beautiful than anyone has returned.

"Welcome back, Mr. Alrett. Come on, let's go home. I have to be with you two. I can do anything with you. I'm sure you two would."

Al is in charge of Alretto and goes inside the house.

Throw away the silver coins. You can't take that one. That means something different than the money that bought Alretto out. The money Alretto got on his own readiness and the cost of disposing of the toys. You can't accept the latter. A single piece of silver doesn't make my sister fall for toys.

"Are we really not human? Or are you human? I want to know. I have to know. So."

Al closes the door. I'm alone with my sister inside. My best family, my cabin for two. I gently put my sister to sleep on a wall full of gaps, a crude dining table, and a narrow bed where the two of us always slept.

"I'm not watching you."

And Al opens his mouth.

"In me."

Al carries his first business (Karma).

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"Al!?

Al's house was on fire. The fire rises and swallows easily, such as a tiny cabin. Ashes all memories.

"Is that Kyle? Don't shout like that."

As Kyle shifted his gaze toward the voice, a stranger stood looking all the time. Beautiful white hair in flames, frighteningly beautiful boy stands there.

"Al, is it?

Perhaps Kyle asks. A dull laughing boy.

"It's obvious, right? That's weird, Kyle."

Kyle was shaking. Kyle generally understands what happened. Information purchased by Favera on the route of the guild that followed behind, another slave was killed by the vices of Count Vlad. That it was a beautiful slave with dark hair. My sister died. My sister, who's definitely supposed to be my favorite for Al, and yet...

"It's been a long time since Favela has either. I've been too busy to see you lately, so I missed you."

Yet Al is horribly normal. Keeping calm. No, I'm not keeping it. It's calm. Without any shaking, Al is there.

"It's about time. I was going to change my place of residence. See, there's money there for once."

All I'm saying is that's why I burned it. Calm, but definitely crazy.

"I could do what I wanted. I can't do that right now. I need more knowledge. We need more strength. You can't stay a child. So yeah."

Al sees his own house, burning it.

"I have to bye. Isn't that right, lady?

Al rubbed his own stomach. It's as if there's something inside. Kyle watched the trick a little bit. I don't care about Kyle or Favela. Where did you take my sister's body? If that was what you imagined it would be, what a deviant behavior to say.

"What do you want to do... what?

The question Kyle squeezed out. In contrast, Al grinned innocently.

Al flickers his white hair, declares the flames, the raw house, the memories on his back.

"Aim up. To find out if I'm, no, we're human!

The flames burn high. Kyle found out that Al was dead by then. The gentle boy with the dark-haired sister-in-law is dead. Al here right now...

"The White Avenger".