Tower of Karma

William was just one person, a short distance from the night camp.

Move your gaze and you'll see your own army drunk in the victory of the field. But on William's face, he couldn't afford the joy of victory, nor the wine of victory.

(I... how did you win?)

On the contrary, he's pale. I'm even blue.

(Memories flying. As far as I can remember... I was at a disadvantage. No, you can say you were losing)

What I recall is a one-horse ride with a hundred captains, Hyan. I wasn't sure I could win, but when it came to a good fight, it was a fight I took because I thought it was a good bet for a minute. The result is victory, but I don't remember it.

(Karl told me that he won with strength... is that possible?)

Regardless of the technology, there must have been an overwhelming opening with force.

(I don't even know if it's inferior to power in the first place. Were you working out just like me? That's all you knew? To that guy?)

Impossible, I think. Confidence shakes if you want. I do not want to think that the Seven Kingdoms in which information is gathered, myself who worked for an imported bookstore in them, has scrutinized and spent five years practicing the necessary information from numerous books, is inferior. Not to mention little difference in stature.

(Laconia, then shitty. I ate a bad meal, but I was careful about nutrition. The body should be sophisticated within the same physique. Even if it's a little inferior, it can't be that much of a 'difference')

I was blown away. I got beat up. By the time I had no skin.

(The chill I felt on Kyle, similar to that... 'That' is the key?)

Occult that usually breaks as ridiculous. For William, who has reasonably elevated himself, the first incredible wall he has hit. But you can't actually bump into it and not know more than you've lost in your own senses.

(It was not in the book. What's only in action. Kyle or that guy has it... I have to have it in my hand. as soon as possible)

Equals no clue. I don't even know how to find out what isn't in the book.

(Well, let's ask Kyle. Can you tell me, is that him?)

I think about Kyle, who is not sweet when it comes to swords, and just a little bit of a grin. In the end, wherever you go, those two are the only places to go. That doesn't change. Until the time I die, I'm sure...

(Even if I leave you there, it's not a good idea for my memory to fly. very not good)

Rarely, the feeling of losing yourself. Memories fly when it highs. Only a few, a few times in a short time. During my audition with Kyle, and when my emotions dawned. I didn't care so much because it was such a short time. Kyle said he didn't have to worry about it either.

(But there's no way I can keep ignoring this)

Rather, when he thought about himself, William could not hide his surprise that he had not taken measures about it.

What the hell happened to me?

I don't know who I am. I should have lived with great care and missed such a big hole. That was in a way giving William a bigger shock than defeat.

…………

Second, William's eyes went to the little puffiness in his own chest. Take it out.

Red as blood, red and brilliant as burning heat. If a diamond is a star twinkle, Ruby is the scorching heat of the sun floating in the sky. The heat makes a person's blood tide .

"This looks good on me, hey"

Ruby, who Rutgard said held on to. I wasn't thinking too deeply, but I got a little interested in why it's Ruby.

(I hope it was easy if you felt the heat in that naive trilogy play)

But to that extent would you try to give Ruby something so expensive? It's a strange story to have prepared silver finishing piercings in the first place, but would it really be possible to have all this jewellery ready in that short period of time, etc. I don't care how much you do for a living - I don't give a shit. I think it's just impossible to prepare in advance.

It was a coincidence that Carl and I met. Occasionally I went to that mansion. William reflects on himself that it is his vice to think too much.

"... you have a thing for me? No, I don't have too much contact with anything at all."

No matter how much thought William stretches, he's never faced a woman like Rutgard in the past. Even when they called me Al, I can't remember anything like that.

"Well, I don't care"

Pushing everything to death, William put the jewel you were trying to fit inside his clothes. Something about Rutgard, etc. The priority is now unlimited compared to the problems piling up in front of us. I don't care, if you ask me, what Rutgard is to William.

"The memory of flying, the power that doesn't fit reason, and the problem at hand are these two"

We should not devote resources of thought to the will of Rutgard, for example. William makes that decision and puts his thoughts on what needs to be a priority.

"Well, what do we do?

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The victory in the field pushed the Arcadia army as far as Laconia. The morale of the Ostberg army is never high, it crosses several battles and takes on a form that draws on Laconia. The offense over Laconia was taking advantage of Arcadia.

"You're not moving, war situation."

Words that Carl pounded and spilled. William, who is quite a bit, nodded silently as well.

"... because it's a siege. It's not easy."

William's crushed words, Siege Battle.

Laconian fortifications are not that robust, but nevertheless have the necessary functions as fortifications. The stone walls circle the outer edge, and the gates cannot be broken thick and easy while they are made of wood.

Tactics include shooting a bow from a distance, laddering its gap and proceeding to the outer wall of the fort. It's just like the basics of siege warfare, but it's not going to be easy because it only goes through the basics. It is commonly said that a castle attack requires three times as many troops, but it was precisely this situation that was' it '.

"Just like before, the guy who moves now bah...... can't say he's too smart"

"Ba...... what?

Carl listening back properly.

"Never mind. Uh, the ladder's starting to pound, isn't it? The spear is an honor, and it gets treated accordingly. Those of us who are moving ahead are after it."

Talking abruptly, William hurried ahead and pointed to those who lay their hands on the ladder.

"But it's hard to tell a good story about the world."

A ladder pointing ahead was removed by Ostberg soldiers on the outer wall of the fort. "Ah," says Carl. William was pointing cold at the falling soldier on his side.

"The fastest spear has less flavor in breaking the competitive rate. It's also risky. This is not a stage where we can't afford to do this."

The two had therefore deliberately slowed down their steps, including by telling the team of ten to whom they belonged. That much speaking power has earned us a solid win during this battle. The son of an aristocrat (Carl), who has already become an open fact, and the strength of his sword (William).

(Yes, you don't have to. I took the head of a hundred captains. I don't need it)

As I tell myself, William makes a confirmation. The answer I gave after thinking about it, that I won't be forced to do it any more during this fight. You don't have to take risks like you did when you were captain of a hundred men. I've already grabbed a ticket to the promotion to the Ten Captain when it comes to Carl.

(Even if I finally took the head of another hundred captains, there would be no promotion to fly stairs)

Then you don't have to move. But...

Somewhere in my heart, I feel distracted. William's own senseless, imperceptible part hurts.

(Are you in a hurry? It's ridiculous. I'm cool. I can carry things more planned and colder than anyone else. It has to be. This time, this is fine!)

The back of my chest...

"My name is Ostberg. The kingdom of Ostberg is a great general, Strakless! Arcadia children, if you want my neck, climb up! Gahahahahaha"

William's, Carl's, all the sights on the battlefield gathered at one point. This vast battlefield, one person and so on, is no different from dust and mustard. In it, the only man was distinctly different from the others.

"... Carl, what's that?

William was staring up at 'it' flashly.

"You were introducing yourself right now. More than that, I knew the General was Strakless! Wow, here we go."

William was at war with the weather curls elsewhere. He was overwhelmed by the brilliance of a big man named Strakless, who was supposed to be in the distance, and what he also called the haunting aura. William, who meant no less than anyone, gave in from the bottom of his heart for the first time. I gave in.

(I... what?)

A monster standing far, high and unreachable. Strength is probably more than Kyle, and other than that, higher order than I've ever seen before. Different digits of overall power as a person.

Where am I now?

William compares himself to the outer walls of the fort, the man who is most prominent. One shines and one is buried on the ground. Too different. aristocracy and slavery, there was a far greater disparity than that.

And enough to accept that...

(I'm...)

"Kahhhhhh!"

"Hiya!? Duh, what's wrong, William!?

William was not quiet.

"I move on. But this is a battlefield. I don't know what will happen. Never leave the Ten and move in full swing. Protect Master Carl, too. If you spare Carl's life, I will kill you in the name of Lord Taylor."

"Yeah, but"

William popped out so he could play. Not the usual sober William. There was another appearance revealed that distorted his face and looked up to heaven in lust.

"William!"

I can't reach Carl's voice. Running through the battlefield at a fierce speed.

"I can't beat anyone!

He doesn't even know what he's angry about. I don't know why I popped up, or why I'm running, or anything. There's only one thing I know.

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"My lord! It's too frivolous. What were you going to do if you were shot with a bow!

"Ugh, I'm sorry. But look, I caught you alive."

Strakles and his men look to the ground from the high ground installed on the outer wall.

"I see. That gray-haired... white lad who fixed Hyan, is it?"

"But he's not as prominent as I am. Guha."

I can't tell you from a soldier. A battlefield with only seemingly bean grains. But the two of them had a solid view of the new buds moving in them.

"True or false, you can tell. I'll come down and vandalize you."

"I thought that's what you'd say, let the heavily armed cavalry already go out of the East Gate, flanked by enemy troops"

The battlefield moves under my eyes, aside from the decent strakless.

"I let you go in"

To the Ostberg army, which suddenly appeared from the side, the Arcadia army, which was only visible above, devours the assault. Overwhelmingly inferior in numbers, but the interests of the land, the interests of the formation, and the quality of the soldiers, all leaned towards Ostberg.

"Guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu are still a jerk who can't use it too much. I wanted to do that."

"You just have to let the pawn do the ambush. Either way, there's no point in fighting like this."

Strakles' men narrow their eyes. A gaze that even drifts somewhere void. The Admiral holds his men's shoulders so as to block it.

"That's why you make sense. That's not the case with all the standouts. If you return the instability, immaturity, or the back, you can stretch all over the place, right? Try it. If it's worth eating, let it live. If you don't deserve it, make a mistake."

With that said, the man next door understands well that there is some certainty in Strakless's eyes. On top of that, I'm telling myself to try it.

"Yes, I'll take care of the rest."

"Uhm. I'll leave it all to you. I'm going to war.

After Strakles leaves, the man once again sees the view under his eyes.

"A battlefield not worthy of His Excellency's exit. Let me at least make sense, white boy."

Heavy-duty infantry broken in. Besides, the man's watchful 'white' blocks his gait. It is a sight to see how it will come from there to this occasion.

"Well, I think I can do a little bit."

In a dancing blood breeze, the man narrowed his eyes.

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"Shii!"

Without any hesitation, without any clue, William's sword beheaded the Black Reaper.

"Gaaaaaa!"

Remove all the safety you've been putting on, just ramp it up. I say no to all that interference.

"Ugh, Dallah!

I can't afford the complete win I've been setting up. Run through the shortest in the critical. Therefore the wounds were constant, stained red with returning blood and his own blood.

The polite movement lurks the ringing, William advancing in fierce, and often cluttered, movements.

"This, just kidding... ahh?

Still, it is also the power of the Lucitanian sword that strikes my neck. William's movements so far have been disconnectable, not exploiting the superiority of that sword, but winnable even with just a sword. But now I'll take full advantage of that, too.

"This guy's strong!

A man who believed in Yu and did not doubt him is crushed of his certainty, revealing the 'self' of stripping.

"I'm strong, I'm good, I'm tough, I'm tough, I'm..."

Gradually eliminated boundaries. The feeling that you and 'you' are going away.

In the first place, I was not willing to push any further on this battlefield. It's pointless. That doesn't make sense, unless it's also taken by the General's neck. Normal William would never do this. There's a man who's supposed to knock on a stone bridge and knock it too hard to move.

"I'm tough."

Broken. The advent of Admiral Strakles, that's all the cold, cautious, highly calculated man broke. But...

"Because I'm your knight. Hey, hey, come on."

Because it's broken, because it's peeled out, and there's some nasty stuff.

"No one should be more amazing than me. I'm gonna eat one of those."

A white beast dyes the battlefield with blood.

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"I see."

Sight under my eyes. There is a place where only part of it clearly protrudes. The white beast is its tip, which can be seen in the distance.

"I can also understand that Hyan was eaten. That's a different thing."

Hyan, who was one of his own men. He was a brilliant hundred captains, but also a man there. In contrast, the grey-haired youth, although it is usually small and beautiful to come together, are now grossly uneven and unstable after freeing 'themselves'. An unscrupulous move, waste is also noticeable, but subtracting it, the highest point is not compared to Hyan.

"Not a bad influence on soldiers,"

Nothing is just the beginning of a frenzy. The gray hair is not isolated because there are those that follow it. All of them are insane, just like gray hair. A bunch of lunatics who are influenced by the lead and go crazy until they die.

"Well, where were you hiding earlier?"

If you listen to Strakles' voice, 10,000 people will be affected. Enemy allies or not. That is the power of a man named Strakles, who is a general and the sword of the country. It is one soldier who is excited or powerless to hear that voice. But there are rare other reactions.

"Just a madman, or a warrior's egg, I'll let you know."

The gray-haired man, William. How is it reflected in the right-handed man of the Great General?