Tower of Karma

Southern Arcadia Kingdom, Laconia. It was a war zone, formerly the territory of the Kingdom of Ostberg, the corner of the Seven Kingdoms now confronted. before it was the land of Arcadia, and before it was Ostberg's, and furthermore -

There are no decent snobs to field work in such lands, only desolate lands where usurpation continues. There's nothing crazy about trying to settle in favor. There is no longer profit there, only the battle just continues for Fumiko.

Even today in Laconia there was a battle like planned harmony.

"... tired"

There was a gray-haired man in the flat a little out of the fort, in the field that took place there.

"Uh, yes, yes. It's a good thing you're willing, yeah."

"Uh-oh, yeah, yeah!

"... but keep it and plow the fields. In the next life."

Pooh and a twisted neck. A gray-haired man who softens.

"A skirmish between the miscellaneous soldiers. You have to work hard like this to earn a penny."

Slightly removes an enemy soldier's attack, and hiccups the enemy soldier's neck. But even if it stood out somewhat during the turmoil, there's no way I can remember it better 'up there'. I don't even remember it in the first place. At best it is just used to be good for superiors to the extent that hairs have grown in nearby miscellaneous soldiers.

"The superior is desperate for himself, so he's not even looking at me."

Stupidity that spills on you. For the youth, this place was exactly like this land, where there was nothing to learn and no productivity whatsoever.

"Go home, eat and sleep."

That's what I think, a young man who fights in a slight pull. Sunset if you notice. It is time to fight.

The usual battle is over again today. It is a draw as usual.

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A pedestrian is pushing against the fort of Laconia. Even if there is no productivity in this land, soldiers buy things, and they don't pay badly. As a result, out-of-the-box flourishes. Mostly stalls, but some of them rented houses.

"Stew of ravioli, with more ravioli"

The gray-haired young man was eating in a shop that wasn't thriving that far in the corner of that stall group.

"Wait."

handed to me blurry. That was still a blurry serving, but the quantity is quite high. The price is cheap. And the flavor...

"Still no good"

To be clear, the store owner doesn't even turn around. If the young man doesn't care about the flavor again, he scrapes it and scratches the meat of the ravioli.

Being heartless and continuing to eat, there were quite a few signs of people. Young man waving a spoon without worrying.

"Uh... be the same as a lot of people"

Orders without initiative. Store owners and young people don't care and immerse themselves in the work. The store owner dulls the stew from the pan appropriately, and punches it in the plate appropriately. Too appropriately, the person who ordered it seemed flashy. There are few repeaters in this store.

"Wait."

Look at the dishes served and be stunned. Try it and excuse yourself. And look at the amount left and blow the bubble. That was the behavioral pattern of the first person to come to this store.

"Shh, that's amazing. I can't believe I could eat this."

Apparently, the person next door is speaking to the youth. The young man shook his gray hair and raised his face.

"Oh, well, I'm not a suspicious person. I'm Carl Taylor with the same team."

Seeing a boy named Carl, the young man has a flash of memory (so to speak, there was a new one in there). The twitchy golden hair made me feel good growing up at first glance.

"It's William Lewis. Greetings."

William the gray-haired young man who says so and returns to his meal. He was formerly a liberating slave named Al, but now he is William Lewius. He is a tertiary citizen from Lucitania.

"I know! Everyone's rumouring. He said he had amazing gray hair. And then... my tongue is a little weak."

Carl said the last part was frightening so the store owner wouldn't hear it. William looks up again as he moves.

"For what?

"Uh... I wish we could be friends"

At that moment, William was attacked by an unpleasant sense of visibility. Carl's face wears with a red-haired young man. Red and gold, different, but the atmosphere overlaps.

"... I'm sorry, but I say no. I'm trying not to make too many friends here."

It was therefore not the preferred opponent for William. I basically hate rich and full opponents.

"Oh, well. Then you can't help it. haha."

Carl, who is overtly disappointed. The face also looks' self 'again. Instead, he was supposed to be dead.

"Why don't you eat more than that? Because of this, the stew will tempt you."

That's what I said. I'll finish the conversation half forcefully and go back to dinner, William. Carl said, "Ugh, yeah. Right," he replied, heading to the stew, carrying the stew to his mouth and immediately falling down.

"Oh, hey!? What's up!? Was it that bad?!?

William is just amazed at this. The store owner knows the face. This store should crumble early.

"Customers. []/(n, vs) money/money/money/money/(P)/

Store owner requesting William for two. I don't even look at Carl who's falling. It would be strange if it didn't crumble right now. It would be the top of the storefront chisel I want it crushed right now in Laconia.

"I'll pay. You just have to pay."

After finishing Carl's care, William paid a bump and flattened the stew for two.

"Not good!"

The shopkeeper was also surprised if he was surprised that he had finished eating the quantity for two, or if he was surprised that he had eaten up the unsavory stew.

"I'll be back!

That being said, the grumpy William left the store refreshed. Whatever it is, it is valuable for William to grow up in a restaurant where this much can be eaten cheaply. Even if it doesn't taste good, it should be nutritious.

"Shit, it's a bad day"

You can't even keep it rolling somewhere, William carrying Carl on his back. If I was in Arkas, I would have ignored it, but now it's the same crew. I have trouble getting bad rumors.

"Do you want me to take you to your room?"

William, carry your luggage (Carl) to the room you're renting.

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"Mm-hmm."

When Carl woke up, there was a very simple room there. One crude bed, and then one window and desk that looks like it's not sunny. And hanging in the window frame...

"Ugh!?

William. Hearing Carl's surprised voice, William took his finger off the window frame.

"Are you awake? Then just go back to the room you owe me. If you're not borrowing it, go back to your own sleeping bag."

"Oh, uh, what the hell did Mr. William do?

Are you surprised by the window frame hanging earlier, Carl looked at William with a flashing look. William scratches his head like a bum looks bad.

"I'm working out my body. Suspension is general exercise. If you carry your bags, you can load them, and you can train them even if you're in your room."

"Suspension or load?

Carl's question mark is not a weird reaction in Arcadia. Training in the first place is all about swinging swords, spears, and being in action. Little or no training is given, such as hanging, or used as a word in the sense of hanging as a child's play. There is no concept of overloading the muscles.

"That's the kind of training I have. Read Sparty textbooks if you want to know more. Arkas must have copies and translations in the library."

Once upon a time, when William was Al. It is a book I have read many times. It has a rational, ready workout for the human body that is not comparable to the workouts that go out to Arcadia.

"Heh, Mr. William gets to read books, too, right? Knowledge."

William twitches at the words of casual Carl.

"As, well. Somewhat knowledgeable though."

"And you're from Arkas? I'm from Arkas, too. Oh, and my brother likes books, so I think I can talk to Mr. William!

William in a graveyard moat if you notice. You were a little distracted. You were talking too much about things you didn't need. "Huh," he exhales deeply to calm himself.

"I'm a third-class citizen, a foreigner, so I stopped by Arkas a little bit. At that time, I just stopped by the library and read the book. It's time, okay? I'd like to get some rest for tomorrow, too."

"Mr. William is a foreigner, isn't he! Heard a lot...... shouldn't. I'd like to talk more, but I'll be free today. Thank you for taking care of me! See you tomorrow!

Carl pops out of the room healthy. I won't forget a word before I close the door.

When he saw the closed door, William had his head in his arms.

"Wow...... it's so hard"

William's sigh echoed into the narrow room.

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"Mr. William! Good morning!

"... you're well in the morning. Good morning."

Carl stares at William with that look on his face with glitter.

William and his superiors, watching it, walk over here.

"Oh, do you two know each other? Then you take care of him."

"Become!? Oh no!"

Words spilled all of a sudden into the decision.

"Hmm? Are you willing to answer me, foreigner?"

Blindfolded, Blindfolded William. Superiors, and opponents are second-class citizens. There's no way I can give a verbal answer in many ways.

"No, I got it. Placement is this way, Carl."

"Oh, yes!

William and Carl were staring at their backs as they walked together, with their loose eyes.

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William and Carl on placement. Stand by at the top of the fort, behind the archers. In the distance, the army is always starting to emerge from the strongholds. Not at all. As usual, march of planned harmony.

"You're a disaster, too. Join a hater like me."

Is that why he's bored, William whimsically spoke to Carl. Carl, who was struggling with silent pressure, makes his face shine. And indulge in what you are told,

"Mr. William, do they hate you?

A pompous curl. He didn't even know what the interaction meant earlier.

"They hate me. I didn't know what to add or subtract at first."

To the nuance of additions and subtractions, Carl again necks off.

"No, it's just that... soldiers were to this extent, and they underestimated people's jealousy."

Disconnect your gaze from the pompous curls and look outside the fort. Today is a defensive battle to fight in the fort, not in the field. View the army pulling over to the fort of Laconia.

"Hmm, more than usual...... more?

The ground starts to ring in the fort. Then the surroundings swoop.

"More than more, too much"

As usual, it makes noise and collapses. The lazy atmosphere disappears from the fort of Laconia.

Carl lost his hips. Yesterday is the first line. Even that first formation is like a skirmish. Too small compared to the troops coming towards us today.

"Lucky you, Carl."

Carl turning his gaze to William. That face...

"You can taste the war. Not really."

Awesome grin.

Laconia's peace breaks down today.

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Death has begun. The field is full of dead bodies. There is already no army of allies in front of the fort of Laconia. The fort took many ladders, some of which allowed enemy troops to enter. It doesn't matter whose team or where they belong anymore. Obvious defeat. Lost battle.

"Not bad."

William smiles and slashes and throws away the enemies that have broken in. Compared to Kyle, babies and adults, even a tremendous level to compare.

"On the contrary, good. Fine, the best!

Slowly stab the sword in the armor joint and jump up. His opponent's throat ripped and a hiccup of wind cut sounded. I can't even scream if I get my throat slashed.

"I'm really twisted!

I kicked as many enemies out of the ladder as I could think of. Drop a few people off with a grin as they fall into it.

"Let's mow it properly until we have a signal to retreat."

William multiplied the confusion and mutilated his enemies. Avoid enemy attacks and sometimes shield your allies to prevent them. Standing around without a gap has a different dimension than one of those soldiers.

(It's not like Temeer and the others, Musikela! My archaic counterpart is the gorilla in that stupid big spectacle hut. Finally, I'm not just barebacking like an idiot. I used my head to build my body efficiently. It's a different world to living in the first place than a trashy bastard with a brain like Temeer and other bugs!)

You can't just let this inside out. Spit it it out, it won't stop.

(Hmm? Oh, Carl, you're alive, too. Well, I'm dying.)

Desperately wielding a sword, Carl, but the movement is obviously amateur. Enemy soldiers aren't a lot of arms either, but dying in that would be only a matter of time.

"Ha, help me!

Ask for help around, but naturally no one is responding. We can't afford that, and we're all full of ourselves. Without anyone's reaction, an enemy spear ripped Carl's cheek off. Roll it, Carl leaking piss. On the verge of death...

"Who is it?"

At that moment, William and Carl's gaze crossed. Just for a moment, the encounter of the moment.

(Who will help? Anyway, you were happy too, weren't you? I have a family, I have a warm mess, I have a fuzzy bed, so, so...)

William takes his gaze off. That also amounts to a death sentence.

"Ah."

I dropped a small word. That's a word of despair. The end of it all.

"Die, Yee Yee Yee!

Enemy soldiers, Ostberg soldiers, are also at risk. He has a family, too. I'm here to protect you, love you, protect your family.

"Yee yee eh!?

A spear dances in the air. It's not just spears. Dance and scatter with every arm that was waving it. Blood smoke blocks my gaze. I don't understand what happened. I don't understand,

"Die."

I understood my death.

Jumping neck. To keep the blood from flying back, the person standing in front of Carl kicked the body of the enemy soldier.

(I... what are you doing?)

William couldn't believe what he did. Trembling hands. I'm not trembling at what I killed. I'm trembling at what I saved. Saved the outer man. Save a wealthy, happy, unworthy young man in a place like this. Impossible.

(For a moment, only for a moment, the man dabbled. Um, the red-haired boy)

The red-haired young man I put on my hands. The man who took away his existence. The look on his face, the resentful look on his face, the look he called Norman and laughed...

"Oh, oh, William!

Carl crying out of emotion. I forgot to even put "her," and cried clinging to William. "Thank you, thank you," he continues to snap. William watched the sight with cold eyes.

"Nothing... can you stand?

William reaches out without looking at each other. You can't see the look on your face right now. No one can even show Kyle or Favela.

"Thank you, William.... Ah,"

Carl remembers the last thing I forgot to put on and forces me to add.

"William is fine. It's time to get ready to leave."

"Yeah, but can I leave my place?

William stroked the incoming enemy soldier unconstitutionally and turned to Carl. The expression is already calm itself. I can't see the phantom of 'myself' already.

"Not good. But those who blame it are already dead."

I recall shielding my superior officer's man to prevent enemy soldiers from speeding earlier. Then it must be, but it is necessary.

(In the first place, all this death battle requires is the death of a large number of superiors. Survival... I'm in trouble if I don't have to get him to die enough to automatically roll up)

It is the extreme of fools to die floating in a death battle.

(Well, this guy is worth using. If you don't think so, you can do it.)

William shifted his gaze to Carl's dumb surface. I am now more ashamed of what I have leaked, blushing. It is a pleasant story to say that we are still in the middle of a battlefield.

"Let's go. If you don't want to die, follow me."

"Ugh, yeah!

William takes Carl behind him down the fort. If you want to go back, you have to go back to the North Gate. You will be blamed for being too blatant and carrying unwanted troubles.

(We have to get out of here... we're gonna die in this shithole.)

William sighs looking behind his back.

(Ha, really, what am I doing)

There was a look of Carl following William with his eyes shining.

On this day, the fort of Laconia fell lightly.