Tower of Karma

William was alone, walking around Arkadia Capital Arkas. I don't have any particular idea, I just wander around the open air. Unusual reckless time as William who doesn't like to waste much. There are too many things to think about, too many challenges, and my head hasn't worked at all temporarily.

(Kyle works in the arena, and Favela is also very soft as a guild member. I don't know...... before this in the first place -)

"Sounds like a tough thing to say, but that's not what someone tells you. The one who can, and the one who can't, can't forever. Talent, taste, that sort of thing."

"... So, Temeer, you're saying I don't have talent?

"I didn't say that. Instead, I think you're too much. If I can feel it, I should be able to use it soon. Well, do you have a saying that you can use it?"

"I don't know why. Explain it to me so I can understand."

"I can't do that. Even you don't know everything about me. Again."

"... Kechi"

"I'm sorry. Well, if I were to give you one piece of advice... do you mean accept yourself?..................... No, forget it. That's too harsh for you."

I don't know what that means.

William was remembering a conversation he had with Kyle the other day. The fact that I couldn't grasp anything in the end still leaves a lump in William.

"Oh, I wonder if I can be quick and strong"

First time stuck in a way for William. There was as much to the bottom as there was, but if I strained my thoughts, if I tried, the whole thing could have broken through. Get an environment where you can get it without learning, and if the lines are thin, just take something nutritious and work it out properly, acquire knowledge, practice. That was enough.

"What are we going to do?"

You can't be in trouble with the Taylor family forever. Even if a whole house is impossible, the option of renting a house should naturally be considered. Foreigners deserve it in the ghetto, and the rent is cheap.

(No, I sometimes go out in small conflicts, and now I live in an inn... but can't it end up expensive? Even at this time in a really cheap borough cabin... I'm not exactly a slave, and the public...)

Even this simple thing can't start answering because you can't get your head around it.

(What a worldly thing. It's ridiculous. The grill's really turning around. If we don't cool it down soon, we'll find out what kind of mistake we're gonna make.)

William scratches his head. Driving well at all times was my strength. Now its strength is dead. Thoughts really get to 'that', even if I want them to do something soon. The incredible difference in power, and the ugly appearance of myself in my eyes.

(Damn, forget it now! There will be a lot to think about!)

Still, it won't snuggle me off my head.

William was distressed.

"I'm in trouble, ma'am. I don't even know what to tell you about the product. I want you to be honest with me if you want me to be cheap."

"No, that, that"

"How will you take responsibility if our reputation is lost?"

William raises his gaze. A pedestrian hedge that was made in front of me. At its centre is the open air, which handles cloth. Probably rubbing with customers. Normally William wouldn't stick his neck in it. But...

"What is the situation?

William was upset right now.

"Oh, there's a customer over here. I've been complaining about our product. This cloth is not from Nedeluxe. If it weren't from Nedeluxe, this beautiful silk woven fabric, where'd it come from, brother?

William walks over to the open-air shopkeeper. I glance at the customer complaining about the cloth, but I can't look down and see the face. William is not interested either.

It's only - it's stressful.

"I see, it's a beautiful textile. May I touch you for a moment?

The shopkeeper hesitates for a moment. At this moment, William perceived which there was an affair.

"What, I'm never suspicious. Because I don't know how good or bad the cloth is. I just want to touch something beautiful and precious."

"Oh, yeah, of course you can."

All you have to do is crush and dissipate.

"I see this is a good silk weave. By the way, shopkeeper, this... how do you weave it? No, for your information, though."

At that moment, the complexion of the store owner changes. The customer who put the complaint behind him also reacted perfectly.

"I don't care what it is. Damn it! You don't matter. Just put it down and go away!

William smiled. That seems like a good young man at first glance,

"When it comes to silk textiles from Nederks, it's satin, Zhuzi weave. This cloth is the same silk weave, but plain weave, and I'm not going to tell you which is better or worse here, but the selling complaint that it's from Nedeluxe will have to be called a lie"

I'm full of black emotions if I peel it off. The devil's laugh.

The owner's face turns pale.

"Oh, you don't know what's good or bad about cloth..."

"Yeah, I don't know. Good and bad, it's like I don't know. I just have the knowledge. Nedeluxe is a satin of Zhuzi weave, while silk weave produced in the northwest of Arcas is plain weave. The market price would be...... double different for the same silk textiles. Needless to say, which is expensive."

The owner of the store doesn't even make a sound. The surrounding hedgerows were simultaneously pointing their aggressive gaze at the shopkeeper. If this happens, we won't be able to do business here anymore.

"Well, plain weaving is sturdy and I think things are good in themselves. Amateur, though."

That's what William said and walked out with his back to the open air. glimpse the shopkeeper on his knees, leaving himself to the feeling that the dark desires will be fulfilled.

(Uh, neat)

Thoughts that have gone around a few more minutes than earlier. Descend others, kick them down, and eat a part of their lives. I recognised the feeling of winning, and William was in a slightly better mood.

But people downstream like this who come to an open-air neighborhood have often been identified as truthful.

Different in satin and plain woven silk textiles, but there is no difference that they are the same silk textiles. If it is handled in a specialty shop visited by first-class citizens, it is problematic, but it would be unexpected that someone could tell the difference in silk textiles, etc., in an open-air neighborhood visiting even those who are not second-, third- and third-class citizens.

(It would be wrong to point it out in the first place. There is no such thing as luxury goods)

There is no way there are luxury items like this in the open air, even if there are items for sale. I haven't been able to read the air because I bothered to point that out. It should also be licked by the shopkeeper.

"... well, I've been turning my head, and would you like to fish for one property?"

William makes one stretch to amplify his mood a little neater.

"... of"

(I think I'll rent a room first. Let's do it from what we can)

"Oh, no."

William's sleeve moves flaccid.

"Hmm?"

William's gaze followed the moving cuffs at first, then the thin, clean fingers that grabbed it, the luxurious arms, to reach one person. At that moment...

"Become!?

William's face stiffened.

"Ah, thank you for your help earlier"

Speaking in a small voice with a blur is Rutgard von Taylor. She is the daughter of Laurent von Taylor and the sister of Carl von Taylor, who currently works in the military with William.

"Yes, no. I just told the truth. Yeah."

William flinches his cheeks and makes a nasty makeover laugh. Too unexpectedly, I couldn't control myself in a different way than earlier.

(They saw a bad spot. No, you said you were seen, or this is the tenant who put the complaint in. It's too much, I)

William sees Rutgard to such an extent that he is not disrespectful. I look at Rutgard again and feel stunned by its lack of too much aura. The more you get lost in an instant in the crowd, the less you can feel things like the atmosphere as a person while being beautiful.

(What are the odds of encountering a nobleman and a woman you know in the big city of Arkas, and in an open-air street at such a weekend!? Fuck you!)

It is that I also want to be evil in my heart.

"Huh, I heard the word" fish the property "earlier?

If it suddenly appeared, the question wouldn't clap either.

"Yeah, yeah. I can't take care of the Taylor family forever, and because of that, I can get paid to be a regular soldier with Master Carl, so I thought it was time to figure out where to live."

As I listen, Rutgard's expression is overtly cloudy. William was in a deep panic when he saw the look on his face and wondered if he had said anything wrong.

"I can't believe it's annoying... nobody thinks that's what's in the house, I guess"

End of story that seems to disappear. It is such a small voice that it is the best because it is heard.

"Oh, and, oh, you should save up until you can afford some money. We should turn it into land or stuff when we can afford it, but no, I don't think we need to rush it yet, yes"

"No, but..."

…………

Rutgard keeps grabbing his sleeve silently. William doesn't understand what the hell makes her do this. I can't grasp the intent of the act in the first place.

"And, by the way, what is Master Rutgard doing to a place like this?

To help William unlock this mysterious situation, he shakes a topic of no particular interest. Rutgard lifted his face back.

"... shopping. That, the house is a relationship that brings together the Chamber of Commerce in clothing, and I could do a little sewing and design, and my friends asked me to coordinate for the party, and so, you know, I was shopping. I haven't even been able to buy cloth yet."

Due to the act of buying cloth, Rutgard is probably going to make clothes from scratch. It naturally means something different from looking at clothes and making clothes. Guess, my friend asked for the former. But Rutgard decided it was the latter, and while she was a daughter of nobility, she came shopping here all by herself.

This guess, by the way, turns out to be out of the picture later. Earlier, though.

(if, too stupid)

William was tempted to hold his head. Rutgard was living apart in a different dimension from William's imaginary aristocratic lady. William is the worst at this deal. I can't predict or calculate.

(And I still don't let go of my sleeve. I don't know why)

The sun goes down just doing this as it is. Figure out a way to get this finger off me how to move Rutgard somehow. The answers to be derived are:

"Shopping, would you mind if I stayed with you if I didn't disturb you?

Compromise. Set aside a lot for now and get on with their errands. There will also be an opportunity to escape into that gap, William came up with a compromise.

"I'm not interrupting. Wow, thank you."

Rutgard has a fluffy grin. As always, it's adorable that your fingers are holding onto your sleeves.

"Then let's go. By the way... isn't it hard to walk?

I was going to tell you to let go of your fingers besides saying,

"Really?

It did not seem to convey at all.

Strange shopping began for the leading young man and the girl walking down his sleeve.

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The shopping was diverse. Rutgard seemed to intend to do everything but metal work in front of himself, purchasing many kinds of cloth alone, and putting away the necessary amount of yarn, stones that seemed to be available for hair decoration, etc. When the luggage increased and the noble daughter became unable to hold it, William abstained from escaping and devoted himself to carrying the luggage.

"That's a lot. Will Rutgard attend the party too?

William with big baggage on his own. Rutgard suggested more than once to have half, but that's just the rhetoric. There is pride in the world and in being a man.

"No, I had an invitation, but I refused. I don't really like parties and stuff on the table... but I think it's time to get out."

Therefore, the amount of this package is weird. You noticed a lot of coarse William, Rutgard adds.

"I'm not just going to have one, I'm going to have a couple of clothes made and picked out."

Rutgard, who said it all so lightly, but with all that hard work William has to laugh bitterly. I don't know how important a friend you are, but you are taking too much time. If this is pro bono, the idiot is in full swing.

"Oh, can I look over there, too?

Rutgard walked up to me, the mask shop.

(That's creepy. Or was the party a masquerade?

There are a number of masks hanging in the open air, and the abyss peeks through its eyes and the empty parts of its mouth. What masks for William is marginal, I've never put it on or thought of putting it on.

"Masks are wood carved or come in various materials such as ceramics and metal. It's difficult to process other materials from scratch if you're carving wood, so you want to buy things and then process them."

What William thinks from earlier on is that Rutgard, who is usually oligarchy and has a small voice, will rap a bit about clothing related matters. Apparently I really like this hand thing.

"Mask, hey"

William also sees the mask because he is out of hand while Rutgard is insensitively fixing the mask. As Rutgard said, different materials such as wood carvings and ceramics can be seen. And they're all creeping out somewhere.

(To keep my own appearance. You can't read the look on your face, and your opponent won't take it personally. Convenient. Convenient.)

But wearing a mask is like saying you have something to hide.

(It won't be necessary for me. I don't even have to bother making suspicious elements)

William was convinced of his conclusions and took his gaze off the mask.

The sky is heavily cloudy. The surrounding area is twitching that it will rain. Unroofed open air can also be seen in stores early.

Pouring, the rain grain hit William's cheek. Apparently, he's coming out.

"The mask is both a secret and an omission of one's inner self"

William turns his gaze toward Rutgard as he begins to speak. I don't see the look on Rutgard's face with his back turned from William.

"I'll snap a piece of what I call a mask. The boundary of that thin-skinned sheet. But it allows you to be objective and gain a third party perspective. I think it's only in order to recognize my existence that I have a mask"

In William's brain, an ugly, unusual appearance of herself emerges.

Rain intensifies.

"Even I don't understand myself. I don't know who I am, and I'm sure you don't. I think I'd like that kind of confusion if it helped."

Rutgard turns around. So glossy a grin as to where I've been hiding it. William sobs his throat. I thought I understood Rutgard's grin I'd never seen before.

"Go ahead. I'm sure you'll look great"

'It' handed by Rutgard is a white mask. The 'it' covering the eye area had a unique shape. At first glance, the atmosphere is close to the knight's helm, but somewhere creepy white, shaped like a skull. The red line, drawn in a colorful way, was reminiscent of the flames of the battlefield, of the brotherly flesh.

"Give me this?

"Yes, to you. Thank you for shopping with us today."

To just people, you would look at this mask and imagine a knight. Combining beauty and strength, 'it' is exactly what a knight deserves to wear.

But the impression of the mask from William is completely different. The King of the Dead, the King who unites the Necromancer, is like a mirror of 'Himself'. I was in the mood for poppy. Would I have had such a suitable substitute for myself?

Rain intensifies. Most of the open-air hurried to the store, and the mask shop that was already in front of him had also disappeared. Only two wet people stand on this spot.

William was wearing the mask he'd gotten if he noticed. Ruby shakes on his chest that he should have hidden inside his clothes. Both gifts from Rutgard. And both, a good fit for a man named William. It's on the outside, and on the inside.

Cold thinking returns. The isolation of half a sheet from the outside world allows us to see ourselves more clearly and objectively. I can feel the cold of the rain more acutely than usual. The tentacles make the rain grain feel, the smell of the rain weather, the sound of the rain grain knocking the ground, the taste of the rain stained by the taste -

My vision reflects a wet girl in the rain in front of me.

"Be careful with my father"

Rutgard speaks to William with the mask on.

"My father is a man who can do anything for the house. The Taylor family built a lot of wealth in my father's behalf. Baron, so much wealth that there is no one in the Viscount in line, is. But my father, Laurent von Taylor, hasn't filled one yet. No matter how much gold you have, what you're reading is hardware, what my father really wants is character. He said it was necessary to be truly recognized in this country."

William's impression of Rutgard had changed dramatically. Just a floating away girl, an oligarchy, people-friendly, airless fool. They were all smashed to pieces.

"For my father, man is the one who can use it or not. I, Brother Einhardt and Brother Karl are classified into the latter. They are loved on the surface, but have never been expected or loved except by Brother Einhardt. Brother Einhardt, who understands it, disobeyed and aspired to the path of scholars. My father is comfortable with that.... because I was no longer interested in the brother who made that decision. Me too, I think they cut me off early. As the daughter of a nobleman, she lacks Hua. I can't let a tall house marry me."

The content of the story is tragic, but Rutgard's expression has no dark atmosphere whatsoever. Rather, it even seeps happiness. I felt that.

"But knowing you existed, my father changed Brother Carl's price tag. Because my father thought that with the aid of Master William, it was also possible to raise the Taylor family's stature that it was possible to set up a martial arts medal. My father expects you. That's why I want you to be careful. My father is also on guard when he decides that he is the one who can use you. I used you to get the character, and then my father decided what to do with you."

Rutgard clouded his words, but he knows the answers, etc. "Above" chairs are constant. In order for the Taylor family to go 'up there', they have to sit in a chair somewhere. And we have to get rid of what we're about to try to sit in a chair. It's hard to imagine leaving William alone after the Taylor family sits in a chair.

"To the liver, I command you"

I don't know why Rutgard told William that. Maybe that's even Laurent's trap. Still, I need to keep it on my chest. Laurent von Taylor is more troublesome than William thinks.

"By the way, why are you doing this to me now?

To William's inquiry, Rutgard smiled yet another, innocent girl,

"I got your help, thank you"

I replied with a chuckle. It was William who had a slight sense of prescience in his expression, but never meant to recall anything.

"Oh, you're both soaking wet. Let's go home, huh?

"Yeah, that's right"

Rutgard grips William's sleeve tightly. William laughed bitterly under his mask at the act, which was no longer uncomfortable or uncomfortable if he realized it, and in the form in which he was eventually pushed through by the Taylor family to be troublesome.

(I see, this is convenient)

William was out-of-the-box, this mask, and a girl named Rutgard, liked it.

Now, how do I use it?

The inferior look that William has now on his face also hides the mask from me. As long as you watch your mouth, no one will ever give you credit. William was getting two weapons. Mask and Lutgard. I'm not willing to trust anything, but it's worth it.

○

My family warmly welcomed the two of them back to the Taylor house when they got soaked. Wipe your wet body with a fluffy cloth and warm up in front of a brilliant, burning fireplace. Have a glass of warm stew. And they split up.

One goes to his room to make his friend's clothes.

The other one goes to the borrowing room.

"Hi, Mr. William. Can I talk to you for a second?

"Yeah, sure."

William's rented room. Outside that door, Laurent von Taylor stood. I don't want to go inside the room, it's up to the door.

"He said he helped Rutgard today, and I'd like to thank him. Thanks."

"No, it's natural, considering you're looking out for me"

"Haha, yeah"

"Yes."

Silence went down between them for a while. Do not open your mouth in such cases. Silence is not good for gold, 'the weak' opening their mouths beforehand.

"Rutgard would be smart, wouldn't he? That would have helped a man."

Laurent's atmosphere suddenly changed.

"What that kid said is largely predictable. And I'm not going to deny them. You take advantage of the Taylor family. The Taylors use you. Very understandable win-win. Excellent honeymoon. Let's put each other's personalities aside at this time. This is business. And as long as this doesn't collapse, I'm counting on you. I want you to meet your expectations."

This is also the mild and gentle Laurent, if peeled off. You don't have to hide it any more than you know. Laurent, the stripper, was bigger and more distorted than William imagined.

"I'll take care of it"

William has no choice but to answer that. In many ways, we can't win now. You don't have to set up a battle you can't win. If you don't fight, you won't lose.

William glances at the mask. I was amazingly calm enough to contain my desires and avoid a battle I couldn't win. I was able to determine the situation calmly and objectively. Cold thoughts, which have remained insane lately, are returning unknowingly.

(You can win someday. If you win one last time, I win)

William grins blacker. And probably Laurent across the door has the same look again. A relationship that eats each other's interests.

Either eat it at the end.

○

First night I got a mask. William dreamed.

A little boy with dark hair is holding his knee and crying. Around you are a bunch of dead people who throw resentful voices at the boy and try to kill him with their bare hands. Hatred swells up, hate burns itself. In the perennial malice, the boy just cries frightened.

Only one, only one deceased, was protecting it.

"It's okay, you're not bad. It's not your fault."

A maiden who throws a kind word at me. He has the same hair as a boy and the same eyes as a boy.

"Really? It's not my fault?

The deceased sneers. Anger strikes from all around. The brunette maiden was protecting the boy from everything, even as the grudging voice tried to swell and crush him.

William in the mask just sees the sight. At first glance, it looks like a beautiful act of love.

"... Gillie"

Which sight is salvation for William Lewius, Al. Which sight is worthy? The deceased or the maiden? Doom or salvation. Malice or love.

"Don't kid me!

William reaches out. The brunette looks at it and smiles. The surrounding deceased realizes it and kills William all the time instead of the boy.

"Damn!? Oh, I am!

William swallowed by the waves of the deceased. Where consciousness flies, a brunette maiden hugs William at the end. Protect William from a horde of irresistible malice, from a horde of burning hatred, just like a boy.

…………

What does the maiden not talk about? He won't say a word to me that would soften the boy. I really want you to say it, but I want to talk to you, but there's no word for William from the maiden's mouth. All I have is a smile.

"Hey hey!

At that moment, William's world flipped.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha"

Nightmares. Strange dreams I don't even know if they are nightmares.

When William woke up, his whole body was sweaty and the look in the mirror was too ugly.

"Woohoo."

William rings his throat. I don't understand anything about what happened or what it means. There was just a complicated intertwining of discomfort and unbearable happiness.

"... it looks terrible"

William reaches for the mask. You can't expose this look to public. In playing William Lewis, I could never say how good I am right now.

……

William sees the world through a mask. William's thought returns to normality by his limited vision, a vision bordered by darkness and isolated from the outside world by a thin sheet of skin.

"... ugh"

William restored his composure. I have to do my routine. Raise your heavy hips and stand up.

"Damn, what's wrong with me these days"

William was frightened by his own instability, shook his head for good, and left his room to do his routine training.

Before this, he doesn't know that William has to be both this nightmare and this perpetual robbery.