Tower of Karma

Inside Lord Taylor's house, it wasn't out-of-the-box. But hobby condiments, one decoration at a time, give colour to the mansion. The overall atmosphere is united, even one thematic one. Frankly, you have good taste, and you have a sense that none of the first-class citizens of the gold hobby have.

"Father's not much money on things, he's often said to be poor, but I like this house a lot."

William was also snorting inside Carl's words. It is not gorgeous, but it is graceful.

"I think I prefer it too"

"So oh, no respect! I'm gonna mumble."

You can't do this, Daho.

William stares at Carl with a bumpy eye, and William is inside.

(Gardens, walls are not that high. It is possible to escape if you have to)

Not that big, but still a sensible garden. In the center, the fountain, the pond surrounds it. I might have even sighed at the comfort of it usually, but I can't afford that for William right now.

(No special structure can be found in the interval itself. I don't have to look at some structure, I know the aisle)

If Carl returns his palm, if Carl's father tries to make William a deceased, it is imperative that he prepare to escape.

It may be unlikely. But not zero.

"This way. We should be ready for dinner by now."

Carl invites. Several servants lined up in front of the door. Wear qualitative made-up clothes, and stand and behave in a well-educated way.

"... ok"

William doesn't change his expression. I'm ready when I get here. Face-to-face with a nobleman I hadn't even imagined, an opportunity too soon, yes, this is also an opportunity (an opportunity).

(I... can't lose)

Ready, done.

"Please come in. Dear Karl, Dear Lewis"

The maid-like lady opens the door. He who sits behind it...

"Welcome to the Taylor family. Welcome, Mr. William."

Lord Taylor. A biological nobleman that William first saw.

"It's a great honor to keep it for your invitation. Lord Taylor."

William bows his head deeply. I wear one or two tricks. This is also knowledge gained in books. It's the first time I've practiced it, the first time I've met a nobleman, so naturally...

"You really have gray hair like gray. I thought a guy with gray hair was coming, Carl."

William shifts his gaze to those who speak. A man who's coming to put together his wavy blonde hair. The year can be seen slightly above Carl and William.

"Excuse me, brother."

Carl, outraged, gave the answer.

"disrespectful guest. My name is Einhardt von Taylor. He's a scholar and Carl's brother."

Seeing Einhardt bowing his head to William with all due respect, William also bowed his head reflexively. Lord Taylor sitting in the back chuckled about how it went into the bump.

"And sitting across from me is our beloved sister, Rutgard"

A girl sitting across from Einhardt meets with embarrassment. As William glanced at him, Rutgard turned away slightly.

(... you don't like to gaze at civilians?)

I can't change one expression, William. Inside is not calm. The man sitting in the back, Einhardt, Carl's brother, even Rutgard, feels himself in the wind looking down. No, that's what I think.

"Haha, Rutgard is very familiar with people. Damn it, I'm gonna say hello!

Curls swelling cheeks. Seeing that makes Rutgard look sorry.

"Ru, it's Rutgard. Be the first to see you, Master William."

"I'm from Lucitania. This is William Lewius. It's an honor to meet you, Master Rutgard."

William tells a hard and lying background. No, 'myself' is definitely William of Lucitania, so there's no mistake.

"I wonder if it will be the last time. I'm Lord Taylor, Laurent von Taylor. Regards, Carl's benefactor and friend William."

William gets a little confused that the nobles bowed their heads.

"Now sit down. Let's have a feast in a whisper."

"... excuse me"

The seats are arranged by Laurent, who has the most parents in the back, Einhardt to the left, and Carl. On the right, Rutgard and...

"... that, would you mind?

"Ah, yes. Go ahead."

Rutgard answers with a voice that seems to disappear. William sat down,

"Have a dish, make it evening"

Dinner began with Laurent hanging.

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(I don't know what it tastes like. What am I eating now?)

All the meals lined up were delicious and William had never eaten. But I had to suffer from unfamiliar manners, pay attention to conversations, plus talk about Lucitania without a hometown I had never actually seen, and my tongue was completely paralyzed by an overly delicious diet and extreme tension that I usually didn't eat.

- But, William, you seem to study a lot.

"No, it's not a big deal"

Laurent smiled with a twist on his desk.

"No, it's a lot. Speak so fluently of exotic language, pay attention to exotic manners, and be intelligent at the end of the conversation, plus you're strong about Carl."

William finds the smile scary. Obviously not like Carl. A gaze like measuring William. I thought something was wrong earlier.

This man, are you trying me?

There was also a finely dug act about Lucitania. Now that I think about it, maybe it was also a conversation to measure a man named William.

"While still immature, I decided to come to Arcadia and then I studied desperately"

"Excellent. It would not have been extraordinary to complete a language in Lucitania, a distant exotic"

Sweat seeps through William's back. The other three are listening to the conversation between the two but still focusing on the meal, and can even understand William's nervousness and so on.

"But why Arcadia? Ostberg in the same Seven Kingdoms is fine, and the seven closest kingdoms to Lucitania are Estado or Nederks, as well as the emerging Arkland if you cross the sea. I don't think I have a reason to choose Arcadia.

This question William had the same question again. Why Arcadia? Teppanyaki stories, questions that will definitely be asked, not William who won't keep it buried.

"... it's not a very good story about hearing impairment"

William with a strange face. Laurent raised an interesting voice when he saw it.

"Lucitania is constantly shaking in the narrow between the two powers. I don't know if I have that power, but if I do, it's negative to be hostile to one side. In the emerging country of Arkland, even if you name it, you'll wonder if you can decorate your hometown with brocade. The remaining options are Arcadia and Ostberg. These two… there is a decisive difference"

William answering even. Everything is an undisputed fact I heard from William "The Person". There is no way that concerns can arise. undoubtedly these are true,

"It's the treatment of foreigners. As a third-class citizen, Ostberg treats me only as a foreigner, against Arcadia, who counts me as a human being in this country. I left the country to raise my name. Then, inevitably, I think we will find ourselves in Arcadia."

For one thing, there are no lies in it. Speaking of lies, it would mean only the presence of those who speak of this on this occasion. Well, even then, your ID card tells the truth.

"You're quite ambitious."

It was Einhardt who reacted.

"I'm afraid."

William bowed his head to Einhardt.

"Hmm, if it's indeed an opportunity, Arkland, maybe it will be Arcadia overall.... Oops, sorry to hear all about that. My meal gets cold because of it. Eat up."

Once the questioning attack is over, Laurent tries to get him back to his meal. William returned it at the meeting and everyone on this occasion began to focus on the meal.

"Oh, one last thing, okay?

……

I was relieved inside, William. Laurent's timing as if he had anticipated there.

"For an ambitious man, would Carl get in the way?

In an instant, the ambient air solidified. Carl stands up with Gatan.

"... what, say?

William is cramped with answers. Naturally. I can't answer that on this occasion. It is imperative to buy Carl's unhappiness. As a result, it would be easy to slaughter only one foreigner, no matter how powerful Carl, the son of a nobleman, is.

"Oh, never mind. I just don't really think Carl would prefer to be on the battlefield myself. My oldest brother Einhardt, like I said earlier, is a scholar and does not succeed the housekeeper. Carl needs the housekeeper, or Taylor, to succeed him. I also want you to learn about the business we're putting together, and if you give up, it's better to do it soon."

Carl tries to stare at his father, but Laurent has a much sharper eye than that, controlling him without saying a word. Again, it is not concomitant.

"We know Karl has no martial arts talent. Let's end this dream. My son trusts you. Your words might wake you up. [M] Why don't you make me give up?

With the kind of eyes Carl seeks salvation, he looks at William. William swallowed the sauce.

This is a very difficult occasion. If you stand Carl, Laurent won't stand, and if you stand Laurent, Carl won't stand. The power relationship is obviously Laurent. Then follow Laurent's will, but muscle.

(But there will be remorse. The trust that Carl would be feeling for me now is broken, and when it turns into hatred, the mistake I make is, it's a huge wound and it makes me -)

William has a mistake he made. That I almost abandoned Carl. He says he doesn't care now, but betraying him will inevitably change his mind. For being trusted, anger can be intense.

(Do we need to set up Laurent in the first place? If you're serious about pulling Carl off the battlefield, you shouldn't need my opinion or anything. It is also possible to see it only as pretentious. But that's also reasoning. Either way, it's against either will!)

For a moment only, William turned his attention to Carl. Carl is looking down. Bite your lips, squeeze your hands, tremble, and look remorseful. I understand, that I have no talent. I understand that by entering the battlefield...

William took a small breath. As if to make sure this is okay.

"Master Carl..."

Carl reacts with fright. Laurent looks to William Tattoo.

William...

"Dear Carl, no, Carl is... I need it!

I decided on my stomach. Carl is the one who can stand.

"I tried to betray Carl when I didn't know Carl was a nobleman's younger brother. On the battlefield, I couldn't afford myself, and many of my comrades around me were in crisis. Do you only help Carl, I'm lost, I missed my gaze for once. Though I did help in the end, nevertheless, the fact that I tried to abandon Carl, the undisputed fact that I got lost there"

Not only did Einhardt and Rutgard peel their eyes at the sudden whites, even Laurent.

"Carl told me that I was a friend. I almost abandoned myself, this foolish me, a foreigner and only a third-class citizen, who, forgiving, even called me a friend. Carl is an irreplaceable friend to me. It's the first bond I've ever had in this country."

Hearing William whitewash, it was Carl himself who was most surprised. William continues. I don't give you time to think.

"Sure, Karl may not have any martial arts talent. But I think Carl has more power than that. It's the power to attract people, the power to draw people inside, to gain trust, the power. That power may not be helpful in a single soldier. But what if he led people? What if I stood on top of people? That should probably have more power than any other. So I think I need a curl."

William ran out of words. I'm honestly not sure it's this route. I don't know if I was right about Carl, or if I should have been on Laurent, or if I should have broken my stomach so far in the first place. It just wasn't a good situation to flush it out properly. Nor is he the one to allow it. Laurent von Taylor is not that sweet.

But it doesn't make sense to die a soldier.

Laurent's words stand like ice, William.

"I'll protect you. Whatever happens, I will show my country, above all through this friendship, to protect it."

When I get here, I'll stand curly even if I die. If you buy unhappiness, you just have to run away from this mansion. I can get away with it if I'm close to the door. The way I came is in my head. The journey out of the country has been built for a long time. You just have to be full of shit and urine at worst.

"Father!"

Carl's voice echoed on the spot. Laurent takes his cold gaze off William and points it at Carl.

"Huh!?

Carl has hardly ever defied his parents. Above all, I've never had such a cold gaze from my father. Still,

"I am, I am, indeed, weak now. I learned about reality, on the battlefield. I'm weak. That is a fact that cannot be changed. But I feel like I can be strong with William. I want to be strong and shoulder to shoulder with him. If you're my best friend, I want to be the guy who lines up with his chest up. So you can't just run away now! You said you needed me. By William's friendship!

Carl defied his father for the first time. It's not like a child is sweet to his father and says selfishness. Serious disobedience. Einhardt, my brother, is fed. It was so unimaginable from the usual curls.

"... Hmm. You got it. I didn't mean it that much."

Soon Panasonic softly, cold gaze and other winds where to blow, regular Laurent was there.

"Fine, let it go. William, I'm so sorry you got into this mess with your family. But I'm glad to hear it. Thank you for being friends with Carl."

Carl blushed and glanced at William. William shyly takes his gaze off. That gave Carl an even happier look.

"Just think about the family business a little bit. The Chamber of Commerce has quite a few workers, so keep them in mind so they don't get lost on the streets, Carl. And never die. Can you promise me that?

"Yes, Father!

You satisfied with Carl's reply, turn your gaze to everyone on the spot.

"No, I'm really sorry. Come on, let's get back to eating. If it gets cold, you'll be mad at me."

When Laurent hit his hand, the meal resumed, following slightly.

The odd air didn't disappear to the end and William still couldn't feel the taste of the meal.

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"Then use this room"

At the end of the evening, Carl leads me to stand in front of the corner room upstairs.

"Thank you, Carl"

William asks to shake hands. Carl shook that hand back happily.

"Never mind, William"

Their friendship was confirmed. If you were just another person, you wouldn't do anything against your parents' will. It's impossible, for example, to give an opinion for Carl, who is only the second son in the book. Because it's impossible, this friendship turns into certainty for both sides.

I'll see you tomorrow.

"Oh, I'll see you tomorrow"

Hold on tight. That slowly releases me. Point the gaze that seemed remorseful to each other at the place where each other's hands were crossed. Noticing that gaze, Carl grins and William laughs bitterly.

"Good night, William"

"Good night, Carl"

Two people breaking up. Carl waves back several times.

William entered the room given to him as he gently waved back to it.

Turning the door back, William said,

"Phew..."

Exhale deeply, deeply.

"Shiatsu,"

The sweat dries and the feeling of crushing on my back twitches and seeps.

"The next room is unused. It's a corner room, so you don't have to worry about one side. That should do it, me."

How fatigue came, William had a weak, exhausting look that he would never show in public. I walked loosely over the bed and fell off my back.

"From the battlefield, I'm so tired. Fuck you."

Evil also lacks more power than usual.

"Nobility is always such a bastard."

William was reminding Laurent of the kind of gaze he would try. If you think about it now, it also seems like everything in the conversation was a litmus test to measure William. I didn't know the season was different. That's what made the actors different from the humans we've seen before.

"That's Baron, fifth place."

I feel far above it.

"... hmm?

A few steps away, but I can hear people walking. I approached this way and stood in front of the door.

…………

William wakes up and stares at the door.

"You don't have to open the door, Mr. William."

The Lord of Voices is Laurent. Tension increases.

"You're very clever. Me or Carl on that occasion, which one to take...... No, I've been choosing words, behavior, and optimal solutions ever since that stage. Clever, very clever. But too smart, I guess."

William is speechless. Beyond the door, what the hell is a nanny thing? I've been experiencing it before, and it's not the same as nanimo.

"I don't know what you came to this country with in mind. For once, I'll listen to your excuse just now with half the talk, but I'm not as fond of you as I am of you to believe that. Because you do, don't you? If you're as smart and strong and good as you are, you don't even need to change your country in the first place or stop being a foreigner. There is no way to take the risky and unreasonable path of raising a name in another country."

Something cold runs on my skin. Feels like when confronted with Kyle in a state of battle.

"So I don't believe your story"

William even forgets to breathe and keeps staring at the door.

"But I'll admit your excellence. I think Carl and I can get along while you're friends."

William bites his teeth. Everything, had been identified. Earlier farce, what it meant...

"Make friends with Carl. Because she's so sweet and so pure. I hope you won't betray me. Whoo, I don't want to be your enemy."

The other guy is too good. I can't stand my teeth in William right now. In the end, all I could protect was a lie called 'William'. Others had been left naked round.

"I'm sorry to keep you company with your uncle. You must be tired. Slow down and good night."

Signs disappear from the front of the door.

William fell out of his back on the bed again.

"Uh, yabe. You can't win."

A tired face, but I went around and there was a grin on that face.

"How much is it? Lord Taylor."

William acted by tapping the stone bridge. But Laurent probably saw a lot of slapping on him. William must have looked very funny to Laurent.

(Carl, the salmon play you hit on your opponent doesn't make sense either. No, did Carl make sense)

That question that put Carl up. It turned out to win Carl's trust, but how it appeared to Laurent, that's scary. It's just...

(In short, as long as you protect Carl, I'll spill your eyes as long as it helps the Taylor family, right? I'm not interested in my little play, just protecting Carl, I wanted to draw that word out)

War is also gorgeous to the aristocracy. If my own son is active, my surrounding eyes will change as well. I don't know what Laurent thinks, but he must have pulled out a win-win relationship.

(Well, it's never a bad condition for me either. The one thing I abandoned would never be pursued again, and I'd appreciate a noble umbrella for a foreigner. I'll let you use it at best.)

The biggest reason I put Carl up, it's because Carl has the elements he needs to go up there. What Carl needs to do to make up for what he learned in Laconia, what William can't have, is never a lie. Conversely, Laurent must have admitted it because it wasn't a lie. Win-win, so we believed in profits because we have mutual interests. That's all.

(I lost today and lost to Kampeki. But one day I'll make sure to win)

William reaches for the ceiling.

It is not until the ceiling of this house first that we reach out to heaven afterwards.