Tower of Karma

"- Am, William, William!

"... n"

When William opened his eyes, there was a crying face of Carl in front of him. Around us is the figure of William's ten-member squad. The fact that there is a ceiling means that it is in the curtain.

"I... what happened?

"Nothing like this! All of a sudden you ran on your own, went all the way to the top of the wall, and we were desperate to chase, but there were so many people, and when you came down from the top of the outer wall, that's why I panicked!

To Carl's rare angry face, William was in a strange mood for weakness. Further, leave Carl screaming for a moment and sort out the situation.

(Now it's time I lost. Now I can't help but remember. Intensely baked are black, big sheep. I can't remember that face, but the last blow weighs...... it's burning in my hand)

Still a numbing, indelible palm. That is the hint that conveys memory.

(Beast, it's just a beast. I look like an ugly beast in their eyes. That)

William remembers himself in the eyes of the person he killed. He drowned a bloody saliva, his face distorted into a mess, his eyes running bloody. I couldn't help it, William was ugly.

(After that, I... met you. Like we always talk... no, we talked, was it done? No way, that's ridiculous)

But the paralysis in William's hands, the memory in his head, did leave the monologue of William and his sister, toddler regressed. It's hard to believe, but William couldn't control himself completely in front of his enemies.

(The man's, influenced by something that haunts him, forgets me, sells fights far more than even himself?... ku, ku -)

William couldn't hold up what was coming up.

"Kuhahahaha!

Those around them who are frightened.

"Duh, what's wrong, William? Could I have gotten angry? Did I say too much?

"Goddamn it, no, Carl's not bad at all. I just realized I couldn't do it at all. I meant to think I was thoughtful, but I thought I was calm, but if I opened the lid... this sucker. I don't want to."

William was burning in anger at himself. I was in the mood to beat myself up to this point when I was so full of confidence. I'm not good at anything. I was just mistaken for superior. I was thinking on the desk that everything I got in the book was right. I was wrong to think that I was superior in embodying them.

"William is amazing enough. I don't know what I am."

Carl's comfort is also gratifying to William today. I get comfort from the overwhelming understatement called Carl. It is a tremendous humiliation. But now that's comforting. Don't let go of this anger, this pity, all the negative emotions you're feeling right now.

"Thank you, Carl. It would help if you told me that."

That's what drives William. My anger towards myself springs up later.

"I'm sorry everyone. annoyed."

Why should I bow my head to a miscellaneous fish that doesn't even deserve to remember its name? It must also be lowered because of its failure and defeat. That's what losing is.

(Will I ever lose again?)

If you can't forgive that, you just have to keep winning. We have to keep winning and grab a position where we can keep our heads down. Better than anyone, higher than anybody else.

(I can't lose. I'll keep winning)

William made an absolute vow to himself. The vow to keep winning.

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Kingdom of Ostberg. It is a nation located southeast of Arcadia. The territory is roughly the same size as Arcadia, and the climate is little or no different from that of Arcadia. Further south, it is bordered by the super-Power Garias and is also famous as a Wu nation that has held back its aggression many times. It is a great power that crowns the Seven Kingdoms.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty!

To that great nation, change was coming. Ostberg's hero, Strakles of 'Black Gold', bows his head...

"No, it's not a big deal. Struckles is the hard work. I'm really sorry to have you make the loss a hero in less than a few days from Gallias' moment."

Age fifteen, was a boy of thin lines. Sweet saggy eyes for jade hair, full of aura of good people from all over. Besides, that's a proxy for even being wary. Everyone likes boys, and everyone doesn't hold guard or anything. In a nutshell, he was a boy who liked people.

When the boy bows his head to Strakless, the place becomes noisy.

"… Your Majesty. If you bow your head to the king, you won't be able to show them."

A boy who hears Strakless's attention and gets a stiff look.

"But that's what I'm saying."

"Oh hon!

"Well, that being said, Strakless. Here is the nonsense that has pushed me to do an unwanted job. I can't ignore it and stretch my spine."

Boy laughing at it. That relaxes the field. Strakles sighs too and laughs at the boy. The boy also deepens his smile accordingly. That's the only place that brings in the air like a place to relax in front of you.

"It is only when the former king is defeated and the country will become unstable that we must keep our minds together."

"Ugh, I'm sorry, Kimon. Don't rely."

"... if you look like that, I'll be the villain"

Strakles' deputy general, Kimon, who tried to keep his mind tight, is contacted lightly.

"Well, you truncated unstable elements in anticipation of what would be unstable. areas that are originally less profitable. I'll spare you nothing but Fumiko."

I deliberately truncated Laconia. It is a view shared by all present on this occasion.

Though it would not have been necessary to attack it, the last life of the former king forced him to recapture Laconia, resulting in a great battle. Even if you take Laconia, you can't afford to carry your baggage to Ostberg, where the king has just changed. That's why I lost. Take great care not to be seen at your feet, not to see the instability through.

"The former king was a good man. Care was taken to identify the successor and not to waste it on the issue of succession. The last Laconian invasion was a waste of hand, but it was also all for His Majesty's sake"

"I know, Strakless. My father was still weak, and he wanted to put a foil on me that he had taken Laconia. The love of my last father, how can I ever resent"

Kimon was listening to this conversation with cold thoughts inside.

The former king was not foolish, but could never be wise. The invasion of Laconia is the last thing to make your name history. There was no love for my son, and Strakles and Kimon ran off and finally the boy now was taken up as his successor. If Strakles had remained neutral, there would have been no such thing as a boy sitting on the throne, and the succession struggle would still have presented a muddy appearance.

"Besides, if you're referring to my father, I have you guys. All of you are replacing my father. I'm counting on you, guys. Let's all come together and set up Ostberg!

A hanging voice unrelated to hegemony. But the morale of all who are present here is nagging. This is also a moral business. The only and best weapon this boy has.

"By the way, I have a treat, do we all want to eat?

People.

This was the reason why Strakles, whose creed was not to take part in politics, pushed it to the king until he bent it.

There are already no political enemies in the present king. No, they were, but they were all taken in by the present king. It wasn't intentional either, it just absorbed political enemies with the principles of becoming friends with nature, making everything one's companion. There is no intention there, and therefore powerful.

No enemies, hence invincible.

Eighth King Ostberg, Ernst der Ostberg. He is the next generation of heroes. That jade smile has no enemies.

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"Kimon, by the way. That kid, did you let him live or kill him?

Finishing the report in front of Ernst, Strakles and Kimon walk down the aisle of the Royal Palace. Respecting Strakless, Kimon was walking a little behind him.

"I survived on my own"

Briefly, state only the results. Strakless slightly surprised by that.

"Have you escaped the hand of the 'Black Sheep'? Gahhhhhhhh!"

You were satisfied with the report, Strakles grinned and thought to the battlefield that would come one day -

"... I regret it"

Kimon gave it a different vibe. A rare confusion for Kimon.

"Maybe, sooner or later, for Your Majesty, it will be poisonous for His Excellency. That's what I feel. Something similar to certainty, which swells day by day."

A pretentious word that is still unusual for a kimon who usually answers concisely.

"Kanna. Don't you dare! In this year...... I don't know if I can taste new things! That's why we can't stop fighting! Gu Ha, Ma Nang!

Kimon's concerns were dispelled in an instant. How can that immature man do the monster in front of him, the monster created by the battlefield? At least, while Strakles is alive, there's no way he'll make it. It creeps into Kimon's chest with certainty.

"The black lad of Garias and the white lad of Arcadia, and His Majesty. The newfound Arkland knights are extremely luxurious, and while the Seven Kingdoms survive, the public opinion is as readable. So good. Very good!

Heavy, too heavy a man's presence. Shake the world and shake this man.

"Do you want me to eat you or me... Guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!

Heroes, still reign in old age.

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Snow falls. It sinks and pours. That could be a beautiful view from a house with constant fireplace lights without letting the wind through. But for the boys, it's a white reaper. Gradually, twitch and take away the heat, eventually leading to death.

"Brother. The blanket Nika gave me, it's warm."

"Oops. Sometimes the rich help, too."

"You should never say it again. Nika, about your brother."

"I hate rich people. I'm just playing with you because I'm your friend."

"... because I'm not being honest"

Thin dirty brothers and sisters twirling around in a beautiful blanket. Especially my brother seemed to hate the world for the snow and the warm lights he could see from the outside.

"Winter, I hope it ends soon"

"Stick to your brother and go to sleep. If you go to sleep, spring will come."

"Yeah."

Why do we have parents, houses, and no money? Why do others have parents, and houses, and money? Why is the world so unreasonable and unequal?

"Hey Lilya, one day, my brother will definitely feed you hungry. Meat, fish, whatever. What a pile of salt. So just give me a few more minutes. When I grow up, I'm gonna make a bunch of money, build a castle, and be a king."

"... that's fine with me if you're with me."

"Of course I'm with you. All the time, all the time, your brother will protect you."

"Thanks, brother. Love it."

"... ooh, ooh. Go to sleep now, too. If your brother's with you, he'll be fine."

"Yeah."

Around them were corpses freezing to death in the cold of a day in a row and being thrown away as they were. Walk down the back street and you'll find the body of a poor man there. The world exhales its exhales too cold against the poor.

The boy held his sister hard, wondering if she would ever be taken away. Girl falling asleep in relief. The boy smiles when he sees its restful sleeping face. The boy is not willing to sleep until morning. Until the sun rises and tomorrow comes, there will be no peace of mind.

I will protect you. I will let my sister survive by killing everything that strips her of her fangs.

"Oho."

Everything from that little cough...

"Hey, Wolff, it's booze. Are you sleeping?

"... I'm not asleep. It's even better because you don't drink enough."

"Aye, Captain."

It was an unpleasant memory. He got drunk in an amount he wouldn't normally get drunk because of all the things, and fell asleep as he did. I have an unpleasant sweat on my back.

"Hoi Captain"

"Ooh, isn't that water!?

"It's watertight. of water."

Even a crappy joke is a seed of laughter for people with booze. Wolf laughs again too when he sees the stupid side of the people laughing with their bellies. Keep it up, Wye. After all the noise...

"Na-wolf. Where are we going next?

Quiet back for just a few moments when everyone is on the important question.

Bordered by Ostberg to the north, the Mahogany Sea to the south, the mountains to the east, and many small groups of countries to the west, this era, this world's largest nation, the super-Power Garias.

There was a group of blackheads near its western border. Hundred-person night camp. The night is lit by the fire sheep.

"Ah duh...... for now I bought a beautiful one with the gold I got from the last battle, paradise paradise on the southern island floating in the Central Sea?

Almost everyone cheers, the man or woman who threw the question or the indistinguishable slaps Wolfe in the head.

"Because of what we've done before, we've come all the way to Garias to earn a dime! And besides, take the regiment's money out on your own. Come on!

Wolfe, slapped in the head, looks at another as he says, "There he is".

"... you can escape that slave woman."

"... I don't have the taste to not convey my charm, yeah"

"Wolfe was too disappointed. And too sweet for a woman. If I had, I would have slaughtered that slave bitch."

"So I did it alone to Chu. That's him. You."

"That's what I'm saying is sweet!

Those around them accepted the two arguing as the usual landscape: "You always do," "Yes, yes, let's drink," etc. In fact, there are not many people watching, each relaxing as they please.

"I forgive you for being sweet on the woman and sweet on the side.... but I'm the one dying."

Suddenly the tone drops, pungent men and women. Wolf's face is also cloudy.

"... bad. To be honest, I was a heavenly dog. I didn't know there was such a monster in the world."

Thinking back is a month ago, a skirmish between Garias and Ostberg. I didn't know why this was the right time, but the Wolves joined the war in the form of being hired as mercenaries in a sudden war. As a result, he achieved many battles but suffered only one painful defeat.

"Strakless in 'Black Gold', that's a shame. Stronger than anyone I've ever had. The battle, the personality, it was like I couldn't stand my teeth. Damn, you missed me!

The gaze of everyone who should not have seen this place earlier gathers at one point.

"You're a genius, you're strong, you're cool, you're the most handsome, you got me!

It's usually a statement that scratches in from somewhere, but Wolfe's shape, and the black shadows visible in what he sees, flooded out of Wolfe's entire body, and that was intimidating his surroundings.

"I agree until I'm a genius and strong, but cool and handsome... and it makes sense"

of which only one is flat,

"Shut up, Nika. Anyway, I'm very upset. Even that deputy general sheep bastard is stronger than me, even though I'm surprised there are people better off than me. Ma Ji Hemu. He said he was a bee."

The man and woman called Nika scratch their heads abusively. There was another one in the corner who didn't care. Some of them were drinking chicks but discounts.

"Nah, nah, the opponent is a leading general of one country, but also of the Seven Kingdoms and their deputy generals. It's weirder to win. How many times do I have to tell you?"

Wolfe is about to cry out to Nika's words, who blames her for the frivolous wind.

"Because... I promised you I would never lose"

"To Lilya, right? I don't know. Still, you know it's over when you die, right? I have to live. I don't even have a chance of revenge. If you die, I'll be alone. That's awesome, Sasha."

A small rocket rocks on Wolf's chest. Those portrayed in this will only remember these two people in the world. It is irreplaceable to these two.

"I know. I know. I can't lose. And I'm not dying. I won't be impotent, but I won't be forced. That's all right, Nika?

Wolfe quietly opens her rocket and sees a picture of a girl laughing in it. That's the memory of Wolfe and the others who lived in a small country far north before he died, the remnants of it. I couldn't do anything, save or entertain you. All I could do was leave it like this. Things that admonish themselves that were helpless.

"... oops. Then we'll decide on the next battlefield. We're not weak anymore. But I'm not even strong enough to be alarmed. To be strong... I have to do the number of places, you know! Ten years of paradise in the South."

Wolfe falls apart looking like he was fitted with a garn. Nika grinned that she would do it in contrast, leaving beside Wolf with a full grin.

Nika sits in a place with a big burning fire in the heart of a night camp where large crowds gather.

"Good luck with the couple comics"

"Become!?

From the perimeter: "Hugh, Hugh! It's hot in here!" "Even men and women, let me do it!" The cheer flies. Nika throws a knife in her hand as she slides it off her cuffs toward the person she said was a man and a woman. "What!?" and a surprising rolling man.

"I'm not a couple, and I'm not a man or a woman! She's a clean maiden, you idiot!

Instead of the scene and quieting back down, the gigglers were still shaking their heads off one turn. Nika snorts and sits on the spot again.

"Ten years, hey. Can we catch up in ten years? To that monster."

A man who spoke earlier next to Nika spoke to her with a sigh.

"We can catch up. He's a genius, a strong, hard-working man, though. There's nothing harder than him. So he just overtakes it. If I overtake you, no one can catch up to you. Wolf's a great guy, yeah."

Nika's cheeks are slightly red because of the bonfire, or...

"Well, Wolfe's from 'fast'. We just run like we're desperate not to leave him. If you go after him on the back, it'll be over for now. While I'm desperately running, I might be surprisingly outrunning them all. Then…" The Black Mercenaries (Noir Gallu) "is the strongest"

Black Mercenary Regiment (Noir Gallu). The name of the mercenary regiment to which everyone belongs. The leader is Wolf. And the deputy captain is Nika and the other, that's the good guy we're talking about right now.

"Wolves are swarms. No creature can beat a herd of wolves."

The black wolves grind their fangs quietly, their nails. Now they're still a small herd, but sooner or later they'll strip the world of their fangs, so they'll run on the battlefield and build up drills.

"Hey, can't I just buy one?

"You don't have to do this. Do it! Temeh, sit down in the rocket a hundred times, Olah!

Under the starry sky, a pitch-black wolf moves.

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Far west, across the ocean lies a large island. A long time ago, in that land known as Garnia, there were now countless small nations, born again and again when perished. It presented a swirling Warring Age look.

A country that shines brightly as a beautiful star in it. That's Arkland.

"Princess, the night breeze is poisonous to the body"

"Oh, wait a minute"

It's only been five years since the founding of the country, and three years since I changed my name to Arkland. But in only two years, he made his name known throughout Garnia, and after three years of substitution, even the Seven Kingdoms were bombarded before Garnia crossed the sea.

"Beyond that mountain, beyond the sea, there is a battlefield bigger than Garnia. Why don't you roll? Sir Baylin. I... can't help but roll."

The man, called Baylin, saw a burning flame in the girl who would not even go that age.

"I love war. Blood, iron, everything is loving. Am I crazy? The flames that are burning us are proof of the curse left or no?

The beautiful red-haired girl stroked her sword lovingly with a prick in her hips.

"You can go crazy. Princess's, as our maiden of war Apollonia of Arkland wills. Together, we at Ark Knights will embrace everything if we head for the Princess, cut off all enemies and let you in."

The girl, called Apollonia, is satisfied with the answer, or her gaze is the star of the night sky, poised for the earth beyond the mountains, but with a fluffy grin.

"Leave it for me to slash."

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Apollonia of Arkland, a girl still under the age of seventeen. This girl is the Arkland leapfrogging king who presides over this country.

"And I'm not a princess anymore. Stop calling me a princess, Sir Baylin."

"Ha, excuse me, Your Majesty Queen Apollonia"

"... itchy"

"Ha."

Three years ago, Apollonia succeeded the throne in weak crown XIV. The king himself withdrew from the throne and gave the crown to Apollonia. All because of Arkland's luxury, the stronger must be king. Therefore Apollonia became king. He was stronger than anyone, more equipped with a king's vessel than anyone else, so...

"Often a princess is good. Well, it's still a fight tomorrow. Closed today, ravaged tomorrow!

"Yes!"

The land of Garnia was burning in a great flame called Arkland. The flame, it is now in the Garnia. But once it's flooded out, I don't know if even the Seven Kingdoms can stop it. So much heat, a country called Arkland, a king named Apollonia, has.

"Whoo-hoo, where's the battlefield?"

A flame called Apollonia increases the fire and burns the earth.