Tower of Karma

"When I heard Laconia had fallen, I chilled her liver."

"Yes, yes. Kyle was grating."

"You were crying."

"I'm not crying"

A week and a little after Laconia fell. William Lewius was back in Arkas, the king's capital. After the withdrawal order is given, Al and the Laconian soldiers return to their respective places to regain their positions once and for all, and for rearmament. Sure, but I'll be back soon.

"Anyway, you know, you were unlucky. Well, you can admit it right away."

Al obeys Kyle's words.

"Bad luck? I'm not kidding. I'm so scared of myself."

"Are you twisted? You got yourself into a losing battle, didn't you?

"Oh, it was quite a death fight. And the one who neglected me died because of it. We lost a good number of soldiers, so our seats were empty. Well, it's not a lot of seating... but it's also a fact that I can't sit without being free."

Al spreads his hand.

"There is no promotion in the loss. But it's better than a draw like shit I layered on every day. You know why, Kyle? Favela?"

We both shake our heads lightly. I don't even seem to be willing to think about it, I don't have a little tension.

"Because after a loss, there will be a battle to win. This is a facial matter. Arcadia goes to take it back with all seriousness than Laconia's take, its disequilibrium"

Kyle punching his hand with a pong.

"I see, there will always be a battle to win"

Al shook his fingers tinkly at Kyle, who was quick to point.

"You can't always win. I told you, it's a matter of face. The opponent should be ready to win. After Laconia was taken, there was a traditional battle, Arcadia versus Ostberg's Laconia battle."

Kyle and his people have no reason to know, but Laconia is the real deal once it's taken away. Historically, taking it here will continue to dominate Laconia for nearly a decade. Taken. Taken. Repeatedly, the seven kingdoms face each other.

"It's an untouchable battle. It will be a big fight. If you lose, it's all par. But if you win...... big kung fu rolls in. This is a great opportunity for a thousand people."

Big if it works here. Big war even if you lose, your chances of sitting in an empty seat swell if you survive. It doesn't have to compare to when you win, but if you don't die, you don't have zero chance.

"I can't help hunting soggy groceries. The neck. Take the big neck. And I'm gonna make it up!

"Well, I don't know much about the battlefield. Just be careful."

Speak to the tense Al as Kyle speaks.

"That's all there is to it. Some of them might be stronger than me. No, you'll be there for granted. Don't fight that kind of guy."

"Whatever you say, don't tell."

Attention and tense down Al. Kyle smiled bitterly,

"Well... I don't know who you're dealing with that feels cold like this -"

Zokri. Al's skin pops. I felt the same way.

"Don't fight. You can tell. And you'll be able to beat that one day. But you can't win now."

It doesn't make sense. It's not theoretical. But I understand with Al. What is the difference between the man in front of you and yourself? That's what the man says. You'll need to keep it in mind. Above all, Al's own intuition held this chill as a certainty that he could not beat it before.

"I get it. I don't fight."

Al poses for you. Kyle looked at it and smiled.

"By the way, where's Al staying? Home, no."

Al's originally owned house disenfranchised by the 'burning' and confession of liberated slaves who say Al. Another human being lives there by now. Al is not willing to go back there. If you do that, a human being named Al, who killed him because of it, will be spared from living.

"If you have no place to stay, I'll lend you a house. I'm all alone, so you don't have to worry about it."

((No, that would bother you. in many ways))

Al and Kyle hammered in their hearts. All three of them are best friends, but it's time for adults. Men and women have a variety.

"I can stay for three. It's not wide, though."

It stood for my parents dead in the dark, but neither Al nor Kyle cared that much. Parents are not to be loved for Favera. I've never been loved again. I raised Favela to keep my clan alive, and Favela never asked for anything more. That's all this Al and Kyle fills up with.

"I'm sorry to distract you. It's just for once."

Favela dropping her shoulders disappointingly. Even then, it is the boulder that does not change one expression.

"Oh?"

"I'm going to have you stay at a house I know. I tried to say no... but they pushed me off"

The moment he heard the word acquaintance, Kyle dazzled his face, and Favela distorted his face as much as he wanted. It's unusual for Favela to pervert this far without changing her expression.

"Friends!?

Glittering eyes Kyle. When I heard those words, Al and Favela said at the same time, "Pep!," he vomited.

"Make a joke. You're the only friends I have. He's outside. But he just doesn't want to be distracted by saying no because he's also a colleague on the outside. I lost my temper in vain, and I failed in Laconia."

A man who was his own superior officer in Laconia. At the end of the day, I shielded him and killed him, but Around where I still couldn't stop being frustrated, Al was still there.

"Oh, my God. Stay tight. Come and get along."

Kyle pushes Nico and his back. Favela kicked Kyle's back in silence.

"Oh, man. We can still afford the time!

"Just go early, okay?"

Kyle to ignore. Favela keeps kicking.

"Wow! Well, I'll see you again before we go out. Bye!

Kyle pushed Al off as he was. Favela was out of breath saying "haha".

That hurts, Favela.

"Kyle's sorry."

"It's a good thing for him."

Kyle smiles. You got angry with that face, Favela kicked Kyle again.

"Yes!? Don't kick my chin. Chin!

"Shut up, Kyle. Oh, my God!

Favera disappears somewhere after saying so.

The remaining Kyle sighed.

"Is the dependent constitution mutual,?... I can't say anything about people either."

Puffy spilled, Kyle sneezed and scratched his hair.

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"Oh, William!

(... Why are you already here?)

We still have time to assemble. Yet I'm already waiting. And more than anything else...

"That was fast!

"Ah, oh. Well, I was free."

The fact that I've come early is heavy. It's very difficult to be seen like I'm looking forward to something. No matter what they ask you, you are in trouble, but you are in great trouble.

"Then walk a little, but come on!

"Okay."

William looks around.

(Arkas is divided into four basic compartments. Slum, commercial, civic, and aristocratic streets. And then the living area is subtly different depending on your status and income. All the time)

The place now is a relatively wealthy section of the civil district. I guess Carl is a bong, as you can imagine.

(Probably first-class citizens. There will be no second degree in this land)

Primary citizens are rights that high taxpayers can have in their hands among citizens. Absolute numbers are small in themselves and have the right to be close to nobility. Of course, there's a huge gulf with the nobles.

"So that's it. When I told your father about William, he wanted to see me."

Keeping up the talk with momentum, Carl. but William keeps quiet.

(I've never been too close to this section. When you get rich on this level, you basically buy slaves and servants to the store.)

The surrounding streets begin to feel luxurious. A land from which only the fairly wealthy would be able to live, because of its relative affluence.

(Wait, wait. This guy... isn't he so rich!?)

William gazed at Carl. Decent Carl.

"You're very rich."

"Hmm, but it's more amazing around here, and it's not much of a deal."

You mean you live around here because you can't do it? That's just about as rich as you can live in. This... has created value for use)

Whose heart is it, William? William had begun to calculate how to use Carl, who was far richer than he could have imagined.

"Is it time to get there?

"Almost there."

William looks surprised. Ahead of this, that's what only the richest citizens live in. Beyond that, no longer in heaven...

"Right through that gate. Wait a minute."

"Also, through the gate!? Hey, wait a minute!

William's expression is heavily distorted when he comes here. There was a lot of sweat coming out of my back. My breathing gets rough. My heart rings like an early bell.

"What's wrong, William?

Curl's face without evil. That's horrible now.

"Um, at the end of the gate, a section inhabited by nobles, should be"

"Oh, you know more. You're a foreigner, but you're amazing!

Shaggy Carl. But I don't care about that for William. It's not there that matters now. Most importantly...

"Is Carl... aristocratic, is he?

"Yeah. Well, the fifth place in the Fifth Duke, it's the Baron's house, and it's no big deal. I don't have a title myself."

An obvious, lightly said fact of shock.

The moment he heard it, William blued and lay low on the ground. Beat your head to the floor as much as you want, showing flat surfaces until complete.

"What's wrong, William?!?

It was Carl who was surprised to see it. William's vulgar dungeon. I don't see that fortitude on that shaking back.

"Say what you don't know. I'm so sorry for all the disrespect!

ambient stirring and other murmurs. This place is dead and alive for William. Wrong hands, wrong mouth, instant, death awaits.

"What's the matter, William! We're friends, right? Besides, you're the benefactor who helped me! There's nothing you can do to lower your head!

Carl speaks on that back.

"No, it's true that every third-class citizen heard a mouth that was just a noble brother! I'll do anything I can! I'll spoil the punishment too! Hence all life!

Is this the kind of place where you get your life scattered? I don't deserve to believe in any more of Carl's sweet words. At the whim of Carl, who thought he was the one who wasn't enough to take it, William loses his life. Like my sister.

"So you are the benefactor of my life."

"I tried to abandon you!

Yes, William and I rather saw it as a good opportunity if there were no stains. But there is only one mistake William has made. If Carl had known he was a descendant of nobility, he would never have made a mistake. The stain of trying to abandon me, abandoning me even temporarily. And you know Carl, who has eyes for eyes.

"La, we had no choice because it was a riot. Besides, you would have helped me, wouldn't you? Without knowing that I was a nobleman's younger brother... that's what made me, really, really happy. So put your face up. You're as good as you used to be."

William was terrified to look up. If you raise it up, and there's a darker grin there, you die. Halfway down the road, all of a sudden, by an accident like...

(Will he die? Here I am!)

Face up. What caught my eye was Carl's relieved grin. Still, William doesn't break the tension. 'Myself' knows a man who can smile at people while he is willing to kill. I don't like it, but I know who I am. Who can say Carl isn't?

"Come on, stand up."

William slowly squeezed his hand stretched out of Carl. Don't be alarmed. I won't break my guard. Still, now, I just have to hold onto this.

"Haha. But you still care about your identity."

"It's obvious. If you touch it, it could kill you."

"Uh, there's no way I'm gonna kill William! Besides, nobility doesn't kill people easily."

(Well said. You killed me like garbage)

Though William's inner heart is not serene, he does not commit the foolishness that represents it in his face.

"And no more of that salutation!

"It's... I can't"

You can't change how much Carl blames you for this. There is such a thing as the surrounding eye. When the nobility is seen as lacking in respect, it is not something that we know where to make obfuscations.

"Mm-hmm. Well, come on there. Let's discuss it. We need to go to our house anyway."

William and Carl start walking. William walks backwards with no heart.

"Okay, Master Carl."

"Dear Sir, no!

"But it's not appropriate to attach Sir (Lord)."

"Banned anyway!

William turned into a troubled face. Pumping and angry curls are horrible, but there are unspecified aristocrats ahead. For William, like flying if you blow, knocking on a stone bridge is not enough.

The two stand in front of the gatekeeper.

Carl von Taylor.

"You're the son of Lord Taylor. Please come through."

The gatekeeper stares at William.

"He's my friend."

Carl runs out of words clearly. If you say so, there is no right for gatekeeper style to say this. That is what nobility is all about. Inequality at birth, when nobility speaks of white, goes black and white.

"Please come through"

Surprising colors don't disappear from your gaze. There is no way it will disappear.

In short, William is floating. I'm overwhelmed by this city, even by just buildings.

"This way. It's not a big house, it's embarrassing, but this is our home."

William had a paralyzed sensation. Until earlier, I would have been overwhelmed if I had looked at this house by the time I crept through that gate. But I crept through the gate and touched just a little bit of this' world 'air. Then I also feel a little short.

(No, stupid or me. It's natural, the Lord of this House is the Baron. the lowest of the five dukes)

The humans who live here in the first place are of a different dimension themselves. This place is a complete world. Lower boundaries and comparisons etc. Too nonsense. I also know how Carl feels a little shy. In this world, this House is certainly not enough.

But let's not forget...

(I... I don't even deserve to stand here)

Everything in the world rejects William, Al, who was a slave.

(But I'm sure I'll eat all of you)

Now, still a vanity. Power, wisdom, experience, everything is missing.

Still, Al moves on. The only way to do that is because the only life I need to do that anymore.