Tower of Karma

"I wonder where he is by now?

Kyle was always together with Favela on the back street trail where the three of us were gathered.

……

Favela is not here. Kyle can only smile bitterly.

"You're so silent without him."

"... right?

"Yes."

"Yes."

Then there will be no conversation. Al, Kyle and Favela, when the three of us are in constant conversation, but this is the case when one is missing. No, I'm sure Al was there.

"Favera, if he comes back... don't stop me"

……

Favela with his neck hanging. Kyle wrinkles between his brows.

"I understand he returned the favor he took care of for five years with a vendetta."

Favela takes her gaze off. Know it or not, Kyle continues the conversation.

"Ask the assassination guild to go through you... and kill the shopkeeper and his wife. I burned down every store to destroy the evidence. Carefully prepare the body for Al."

Without looking at Favela, who would have been responsible for one stick of the killing, Kyle continues to tell the story alone. It's more uncomfortable for Favera not to blame.

"I thought it was a sweet procedure for him by reason. What gives you time, huh? Burn it all down for yourself, erase your memories and records, and now you're totally done!? You're kidding me!

Outraged Kyle. Favela that looks uncomfortable.

"I'm glad you're not the army or the lookers, Kyle."

A voice that should never be heard on this occasion now reached the ears of both of us. The two of them turn to the voice in amazement. That's where I was.

"Hey, what's up, both of you? Face me like that."

He left the country and was about to do something about Al. Whatever you do, neither of us thought you'd be home this early.

"Why didn't Al leave the country?

Even Favela's voice is trembling. Surprise, joy and all sorts of emotions must be shaking. Al laughs when he sees it.

"Who said we'd be vacating the country for a long time? Temporarily... I told you?

Then we cross the steps and come closer to the two of us.

"No, no, no, no, no. No more sea of shit. Never again."

I'm gonna pose for you, Al.

"I'm sorry. Al."

Kyle slapped his fist in. Al falling into the waterway for blowing up. Distort your face to surprise and pain.

"What the fuck!?

"That guy... he said you were like family. He said he would take over his shop one day. I don't have a son, I need you."

Kyle trembles. What Al did is not acceptable. morally, ethically and naturally legally unacceptable. Five years ago, the shopkeeper hired Al, who knew nothing and couldn't even read the letters. A benefactor who gave Al wisdom. You owe me a pile.

"Oh, you were a good man"

Al crushed unfortunately as he muddled the blood flowing from the edge of his mouth. Kyle's hand stops.

"He was a good man"

If regret seeps in there, we can still start over. If there is a piece of regret there, sin can be atoned for.

"He was very... convenient."

Without regret - no sense of sin sprouts there. And fine dust.

"You've given me wisdom. He gave me knowledge. You gave me a place to learn. Very good man. I appreciate it. Make sure you live happily ever after."

Kyle didn't understand who the person in front of him was. I'll go up anyway. I want to take my sister's revenge. I can see that. That's understandable. But how about the monster in front of you? Aren't you trying to eat more than that?

"The only family for me is Miss Alrett. You two are the only friends for me. Other than that, outside. Other than that, I don't care, do I? Will it help me or be my stepping stone, that's all."

distorted and enlarged nanimo in five years? That goes beyond Kyle's understanding.

"Previously, and always will be."

Al took the parchment out of his nostrils. That's one piece of writing. Tickets to the future.

"This... is a third-class citizen's identity card. How?

Tertiary citizens. From first to third degree. That is proof that in this king's capital, we will have citizenship in this country. And a testament to a miracle that slaves can't get in a generation after a lifetime.

"Oh well, you guys couldn't read the letters. I took this from you, William of Lucitania."

Kyle and the others can't read the letters. Even if you can read from the pattern of the paper to being a third-class citizen, you can't even know the name there. So I didn't know. That the letters written there were not named Al.

"Take it away, you say? So who's that William guy?

"Come on? Aren't you even at the bottom of some dark hole?

Al, who doesn't look bad at all. On the contrary, he just said, "Oh, my God. That's amazing." Kyle forgot his anger. He was just stunned. Oh, my God, I don't know if I should speak up.

"ID cards should also have fine physical characteristics, fingerprints and other checks. Scams are hard."

Favera was surprised in a different way. I've seen fake certificates several times. But there is a good chance that they will fall apart. Even the back in the back is hard to get a full citizen's certificate. Occasionally there are other people's certificates on the black market, but the truth is that others' certificates don't make much sense and there is no demand.

"Yes, there you are, Favela!

Al gazes at Favela just saying he was waiting.

"Certificates in this country are complex, elaborate, impossible to forge, and meaningless for others. There are fingerprints, too. The Seven Kingdoms even if they rot. But other countries aren't necessarily the same!

Kyle looks at Cursory and Al.

"I've seen many certificates from my experience working in import bookstores."

Al snorting at the seed as a delight.

"Every country has a certificate, but none of it is very the same. Some things are more complicated than Arcadia...... some things are simpler. And Lucitania is a pretty simple person among them. Name, address, proof mark of that country, gender, age, identity in that country, that's all. And they are… they are no obstacle to those who replace them."

A way you can't think of in a human being in this country. I don't see anything other than other countries' ID cards and other business proficiencies. Al knew that. That's why I did it.

"Lucitania is a mountain nation. A collection of numerous settlements. There are few disparities in status, and many are born and die in that settlement in the first place. Externally there are certificates, but they are of low importance. That's why it's a monkey. Holes everywhere."

Al nodded his tongue. Among several listed candidates, Lucitania was one of the most prominent. That's about the same age, Al, when a defenseless duck arrived. Something about eating and being gentle.

"I'm just pretty nervous when I knock around the front gate. If there's anything out there, it'll be over on the spot, well, you'll die. However, if we exchange it for this tertiary certificate of citizenship, also known as the resident alien certificate, the worry will also end. Now I'm on the starting line!

Favera was applauding with no expression.

Al did do a great deed. They grabbed what they could never reach in slavery.

"Al, you're wrong"

But the miracle is over a man's corpse.

"Kyle, what happened just now? Don't worry about the people on the outside. How many people are dead?"

Favela nodded yeah. Favela is of the same opinion as Al in one way or another. The traction is clear and I don't care what else happens.

Kyle quickened and Favela soared.

"Hey. I don't want to say this. If you're a gladiator too, you've killed one or two people, right? Even Favera is a bandit. I've had that much experience. Why can't I just blame you? Don't you think that's inconsistent?

Kyle lays his eyes down. "Humph," Al snorted, wondering if you'd seen it.

"... oh yeah. No matter how much work you do, I'm sure that's not acceptable. One day, I'll get paid, and so will Favela. karma, that's what it is."

Al remembered Zokri and the feeling of poppy skin. Kyle's atmosphere was changing.

"But you're the only one who didn't want me to come in here. I could have become a liberation slave because of this. You're free, you're a bookstore heir, and that's how I wanted you to live for real!

Kyle reached for his lower back sword. From the sheath, the moment you see yourself, you're overwhelmed with killing.

"It's not too late now. Live truly in repentance of sin. I was too late to stop. But we can still make it. That certificate... use it to live the rest of your life."

I want you to turn back now. I can't legally repent of my sins anymore. Because death only exists no matter how you fall. So Kyle doesn't say that much impotence either. But at least about the part of my heart,

"Joke, it's finally starting. I will never choose the means! I'll step on a lot and crawl you up, without any long haul or anything!

Hearing that, Kyle pulled out his sword. Knock down your sexual roots, sometimes you don't quit exercising your powers. That is friendship.

Al trembles. It's like a different vibe than when you were given an archery. Al has never seen Reaper, but now Kyle compares it to that.

"Then until I stop. This is a blade pull. I'm not going to die... but it hurts."

"Stop it, Kyle. There's no reason for us to fight."

Favela tries to stop it.

"Fine, Favera. I was just upset. Always preach to me greatly... how long are you going to be my brother!

But he controlled it, and Al also pulled out his sword. That is the Lucitanian sword created by William's father. A dish of pearls rarely seen in this country.

"That's a good sword. Did you take that, too?

"Oh, William, it's your souvenir. This guy didn't pull the blade, Kyle!

Al I meant to threaten you.

"So?"

The feeling of being looked down from the 'heights' flat, the feeling of being crushed, the feeling of being crushed, strikes Al. There is no man who can be more powerful but better suited. And experience isn't Al's ratio either. This is the power of a man named Kyle.

"Even if I die, I don't know!

Al swings his sword up and jumps. Pretty sharp move for being buried in a book. Rational, elaborate and delicate. It was manifesting Al's character. But...

"Don't worry.... you can't kill me"

Kyle is at a rate far exceeding Al's reaction rate.

"but ha!?

I slapped Al on the belly of my sword. Just one blow, but Kyle's blow has a different simple girder of strength. Twisted down the techs, Al was slammed against the wall. Even that technology is better on Kyle in the first place.

"Give it up. You can still turn back"

"Well, rarely. Yeah, yeah!

Al gets up and stands up again. I am excellent. I can stand on top.

"No use."

That certainty breaks down the delusion.

Every time Kyle came up against him, he slammed him down relentlessly. Beat him with the belly of the sword to show the difference in force. Arm strength and technically difficult maneuvers. Still, Al doesn't get it. Even if Favela tries to stop it, neither Kyle nor Al will stop.

"No more, no more"

Favera was crying. The expression doesn't change. Still, tears fall from my eyes zero.

"It's time, why don't you give up? Favela is crying too. We want you to be happy. I want you to live for real. You know what, best friend?"

Kyle also had a crying look. His eyes are shaking with pity as he looks down at Al, who falls down.

"Heh, heh, heh. Don't do it."

Still, Al stands up and points his sword at him.

"Be happy? Live for real? Don't be ridiculous. Don't be ridiculous!

Al's roar. A cry from the bottom of my heart.

Swing your sword up and pierce Kyle. I just have to get Kyle for being aggressive.

(12) The two impending each other.

"When did you take it first!? Who took it from me!? Where is the reason why he let go of the wild and I have to put up with it!? I have to kill him. The one who killed your lady, the one who set it up, all of this society that allowed it! Where in the world is happiness!? You're bringing your lady back to life? Kailu!"

I punch into the grump like I'm wasting time. The emotions that had been containment since that day were bursting.

Kyle - I just have to take it. I can only accept it. Throw it away, slap it with the belly of a sword. Technically possible, but I couldn't do that with Al now as a friend.

"If you can't, don't stop me. Please don't deny my life. I only have two more. A friend of mine who knows you... don't deny it."

Crying Al. The sight is as if we were back five years ago. The child was there.

"Al, you"

Finally, Kyle could see Al's bottom. That's unmingled vengeance. enlarged it swallowed everything and became Al's life itself. Maybe that's not even vengeance anymore.

"Kill me if you deny it. Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!

There's nothing I can do about it because it's simple. My sister was everything to Al. Just a little bit, we were just inside of it. More than most of Al was my sister, I can't help but turn that upside down.

"If I kill Al, I will not forgive you."

Favela also takes out a dagger from somewhere and points it at Kyle.

"We're friends...... not?

To Favela's words, Kyle had no choice but to unload his sword. Whatever you say, I won't waver. If you don't kill me, I won't stop. And Kyle can't kill his friends.

"Al, I won't admit it. But I can't stop you."

Kyle lays down his sword. The atmosphere was the usual Kyle. What does that look like to give up, now think?

Al looks relieved when he sees it.

"I'll do my best to get Kyle to admit it. Because we're friends."

Al's words are irresistible. Even if we know, we can't do anything about each other's unevenness. Al doesn't bend when he dies. Kyle can't kill his best friend. And you two are friends for nothing.

"So, what are we going to do?

To Kyle's words, Al let his face shine. Hand over your sword and turn back to Kyle.

"Right. No, you do...... I knew I had to go to war if I was to be born first. I'm a third-class citizen for that. He volunteers for the army and is flown to a front-line region. So build up your kung fu and get a stepping stone to somehow be here"

Al looks at the two in a rush. If you're going to the front-line area, you won't be able to come back for a while. Depending on the war situation, we may not be able to go back a few years.

"Well, all I can say from you is, don't die, live."

"Good luck, Al. We'll wait here."

"Thank you both. I'll do my best."

The three are best friends. But not all of my best friends can tell. Even if I knew, there was nothing I could do.

"Later Al. That sword wasn't bad."

Al with a face that looks like a bum in Kyle's words.

"You bummed me out at your leisure."

Kyle squeaked around with his hands on his head to the muddled look of Al.

"I'm strong. This is still the arena. Then it's a little something, don't be silly."

"Stop, let go!

"Gahaha, oh shit"

"... hehe"

"" Favera laughed!?

Back to the usual three. We all acknowledge that it is on thin ice. Still, it's thin ice that makes the three of us want to take care of it. Because they know it's not forever.

"For now, don't die, Al"

"I know, Kyle."

Al travels. To crawl up.

If this place could stop all branches, Al, this was the only place. Kyle later regrets it. At that time, I should have severed my hands and legs. But I should have stopped and put them down. No, not long ago, if Al had stopped before he carried Karma...

And there is no IF in history.

Al proceeds. Whether the road is bloody or not, it never stops.