Tower of Karma

mountainous areas of southwestern Arcadia. This is Arcadia's border with Tire, a small country. Even though it is the Seven Kingdoms, no, it is the Seven Kingdoms, therefore it is a great power; therefore, there are many such borders, and even if there is a difference in national power, it cannot lay full breadth in all directions.

Tire priority is not high for Arcadia. Therefore, skirmishes antagonize. No, I was antagonizing. Until now...

"Okay, let's go. You two will be escorting Master Carl, and the rest with me."

A bunch that was wrapped in green cloaks all over the soil. From the side, the landscape, which was assimilated to the soil, moved. Throw away the cape and descend the slope once and for all.

"Become!?

Surprise attack from heights. It's already too late when I realize it. They captured the sides of the columns from the heights.

"Hiu."

The art of making enemies is unlikely. Plus...

"Olah!"

Everyone is equipped with long spears, except those who have penetrated the enemy in the lead. The interests of heights and the interests of equipment, the interests of tactics emptied of enemies. Completely indispensable, a must win. In other words, battle is:

"White mask!?

It's over.

It's over before it starts.

Ten more bodies on the frontier battlefield. Ten lives were destroyed in an instant.

"William! It's okay!?

Carl von Taylor, a blonde young man rushing over. A white masked man looks back towards you.

"Doesn't it look okay?

The white masked man, William Lewius, said sarcastically with a refreshing grin on his mouth. You're relieved by that, Carl makes a relieved face.

"Okay, let's move to the next location. It's a mountain battle. We need to make some more money."

"Mountain warfare is a wider range of tactics than field warfare, right? Because of the effect of the terrain, positioning one sounds very effective, and the sight is not good, so you can ambush and ambush."

"You've been studying a lot."

"Eh heh. I'm doing all William's homework."

"... I'd like you to study voluntarily if you can"

"... I will do good"

Subordinates are conversations of obedience reversal, a familiar sight. Carl, the captain of the ten, and William in a position to assist it, but his position in private matters is in relation to Carl, who teaches William. Of course, in public, I would stand curly, and I would never cross the line, but curly, on the contrary, it was a strange relationship where I was dissatisfied.

"It is easy to position a few mountains on the battlefield. The sun is still high, so I'd like to keep two more. Ignaerts leads, Frank assists him. The area of operation is fine as it was yesterday's point of operation if there is no unexpected movement. Master Carl is adjusting his team in the middle of the day, and I'm going to have a rough time."

Copy that.

It is Ignaz who is a short victory. Frank is the tall soft and calm one. Both are talent that Carl has pulled from the Chamber of Commerce under the Taylor family when forming the Ten. The sword arms are so-so, but the degree of loyalty to Carl is different from the others. Although it's obvious because it's like a family or a chamber of commerce being held hostage.

Frank with Ignaerts in the lead, followed by the others. William Shingeri won't move until he makes sure everyone has moved. Make sure everyone has moved and wait until some distance is created. Though it is likely to be isolated by solitary action, William's broad, backward vision has a great effect on the team. In addition, William can escape unless captured or besieged by his enemies. So open up a little bit more distance than the others. So free time.

"... Hmm"

To play, William kicks the neck of the ten enemy captains who jumped earlier. In the meantime, rolling down the ground by the way, a strange exaltation and a small sense of conquest arose.

"How was your life so far? Were you happy? Were you unhappy? Do you have a wife? What about my daughter, my son? Do you have any friends?

William can't contain a boiling grin.

"Zan, hey, hey. When you die, it's over, incompetence. Happiness, misfortune, riches, poverty, nobility and slavery don't change. Dead you lose, alive I win. That's everything."

William leaves it to the momentum of the word to try to step on the man's head. At that moment...

"Hmm?"

The feeling of discomfort runs on my chest. Painful, sad, unwanted pain.

The man's awfully open eyes showed William wearing a mask. Ugly beast, a monster that transforms the death of others, misfortune, into joy. "Myself" in the back of my eyes looked at it with a pitiful look.

"That's... everything, Old Man."

William stepped on the man's head as he wished to dispel the phantom by saying so. What a squeaky head. Bouncing blood on your cheeks, soaking it up. The phantoms and the pain splattered. All that's left is...

"I knew it was a good battlefield. For the nearest death, for the pure exchange, it should be easy to understand."

A beast that wears man's skin.

Cover your mouth with your hands and hide your grin. As I understand it myself, not much of this grin favors people. It would rather look unpleasant. That's why I hide it.

(Yeah, the mask isn't bad either because it helps to sell 'faces'. Good condition, too)

I've run the battlefield many times since that day. I have never had a rampage like when I was in Laconia in it. Calmly, sometimes I've had complete control of myself if I drain gas like I do now.

(Except at night)

A dream I've been seeing since that day. Dark-haired maidens and boys, and...

(crowd of swollen deceased)

A growing number of deceased as they run the battlefield. The boy holds his knees and cries like a victim. Maiden graciously holds it. A sight of severe nausea for some reason. Rather than the deceased these days, it is the relationship between those two that makes me uncomfortable. William doesn't know why.

"Whoa, it's time to move."

Waste of thought is just eliminated. The mask is something that omits itself.

"Well, you can switch. Me."

A valiant name that begins to flow through the battlefield in the midst of many battlefields. William Lewius, a reinforced team of ten with the 'White Mask'. Karl Ten. An undefeated squad that keeps fighting for results. The name of the "White Mask" is starting to sound a little bit, little by little, on the battlefield.

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"Ah, Mr. William. This way, sir."

Invite William, whom Frank has caught up with.

"Don't be shy"

Shape with enemy back as William operated. Enemy formations are laid in formation with just over ten people. There is little difference in the number of people, ideal shape for attacking.

…………

Usually I attack without hesitation. But William kept quiet.

(…… the opponent is probably a captain of a hundred. armor looks different than the others)

At the heart of the enemy line are different men in armor. William narrows his eyes.

(He says reason can prevail. But...)

Ahead of William's sleigh. The figure of a man confident and waiting for his enemies. Look at the light chills emanating from it.

"... we're leaving"

Judgment is retreat. Instruct him to withdraw while keeping all the favourable conditions in place so far. If this is what you don't know about William, the Carl Ten, you'll want to make a difference. But...

"Uh-huh, can I be the leader again?

Ignaz accepts the instructions lightly and confirms: No one else will show any special surprises. If William says he's leaving, he's leaving. This is the iron rule of this squad.

"Oh, wait at the next point. I'm going down again."

Why the Carl Ten is undefeated. William's discernment and discernment will thoroughly reduce the attack. Winning fights are not retrieved and unwinnable fights are thoroughly avoided.

"Well, then, guys, let's go"

Carl's decree begins the retreat and the journey to another point. That action, which is carried out neatly and without hesitation, is terribly sophisticated. There is no hesitation in retreating, it is inevitably difficult not to be greedy. It is difficult to get that intention across the team.

"Okay, quickly, but quietly."

"I want to talk to you. Mr. William will be mad at you."

"Muggle!?

difficult, but William's force and Carl's character were rooting it. William's force and track record convince Carl's favorite personality to accept it without resistance. The atmosphere of the squad is pretty good. Strength is also rising.

(This is fine now. This is the best)

William only does his best. Because it's best to be thorough with it.

…………

Still, the person who is making it thorough,

"Fuck you."

I wasn't convinced.

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"Hmm?"

The center of the party. There was something like a slight sign of standing up in a man's eyes.

"Oh, the white mask? Come on, you're full of rumors."

Looks like he's almost finished retreating already. It was brilliant to use the local interest well and create a difficult situation to catch up with. But that's all. There is no 'scare' for a man.

"Hey white mask! Why don't you fight us without running away?

For that matter, it's also a stressful battlefield for a man. Almost everything is powerless when it comes to measures, and they are flirting almost as much as they like, except themselves. I'm sure I can win if I get hit from the front. So frustration also accumulates.

"Whoa! Is the only way to escape!? Mr. Undefeated White Mask. Yo!

If you don't stir it up cheap, it's not right for you. In fact, if you look at it across the battlefield, it's a complete defeat. The equilibrium is already out. The main team of men are just picking up wins and managing to fix the battlefield. It's hard not to let you even pick up that win on this occasion.

"... Shit, you're thorough"

There is also an annoying inner feeling, a sense of admiration. A tactic that perfectly reads through the opponent's formation and prunes it out of its advantage, an intuition to look at the opponent's power and think about attacking and pulling. Both come together at a high level. If a man can do that...

"... we have to let them hold it until reinforcements arrive."

Measures to attract the opponent as a snob are underdeveloped. The phase on the tire side is never bright.

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"Damn... fuck you"

William fisted as hard as he could at the tree, good thing no one was there.

I can't hear voices from the rear already. I don't even follow you. That's why William didn't even try to hide his frustration.

"I'm supposed to be 'up there'. I'm supposed to be stronger than Sanoshita than that mutton fish! Why should I?

Blood bleeds from the punched fist. An awesome look under the mask.

"How long do I have to stay in this situation! I can understand Strakles, Kyle, and Raheen. I can also be convinced. But...... why can't I even beat those mutts!?

Miscellaneous fish. That's how the man looked in William's eyes. In other similar circumstances, he repeatedly withdrew from similar opponents. My instincts tell me I can't win. But the other thing, parallel to reason, was William's deep screaming that he was on the scale himself.

"How long, I... I should be able to do more..."

William was hitting the wall.

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Etmund Hundreds. It is a core unit on the tires and a hundred men who have been up and running lately. There was more and more noise in the night camp. Almost a winning battlefield. Regular soldiers were swelling their homes and mercenaries and irregular soldiers were swelling their dreams about the rewards they earned by winning.

"Ugh, come on, Frank. Hi. Temeer and the others didn't do anything."

Ignaz inflates his cheeks.

"But without them. I like this one because they're crushing the road."

Frank overlooking nature with a difference in height. The annoying Ignats stretch out, but it doesn't make sense. Frank put his neck on the mysterious behavior, and Ignaerts looked remorseful.

"All of it, Mr. William, is Master Carl's operation. Those guys are just standing around where they were told. More than just winning and counting, the opponent can't be attacked. Why do we make it taste so good?"

"You said that too, didn't you, Mr. William? I don't care if it's a polar stone, because if it blocks the road and puts moderate pressure on you, it's fine. That's why I knew it was useful. He said the head count was important."

"Ha, the stone and our reward are all in the same place."

"Well. But I think we're making it a lot easier. Doing what you're told isn't gonna change, is it?

"That's what they say."

Ignaerts sat down. Frank also puts his head on. After all, no one is working their heads off but William, and the other ten captains, more even Captain Etmund, are already -

"Oh, I'm sorry to keep you both waiting. Here comes the military council."

Carl sneaks out of his tent and stops near the two waiting outside.

"No, so, what happened?

Ignaerts, who was sitting around, stood up and Frank corrected his posture as well.

"Mm-hmm. As usual?

Just the three of them look away and leave the spot with the sleaze. After leaving, Carl sighed,

"It's just, I knew it was painful. It's like I thought about William's operation."

I uttered words with a muffled look.

"Yu and Mr. William are convinced too, aren't they?

Carl gets even more muddled over Ignaz's questioning.

"They're asking me to convince you. Carl said it was more convincing."

As for Carl, I want everyone to know how awesome William is. I feel guilty for embezzling you, and I don't like using William.

"You may be offended, but I still think it's convincing in noble and foreign terms. Externally, Mr. William is a sword, as he is now, and perhaps it would be nice for Carl to understand the structure of his brain."

Interpretation by Frank. Probably correct, but as Carl, I'm not convinced of a lot of things.

"Well, if you're convinced, fine. If Mr. William's operation passes, we won't lose."

"I don't think chronic is a good idea, though."

"Heck, Frank is serious."

"Haha, why don't you and William have a meeting tomorrow for now"

"Heh." "Yes."

The three set their feet on William's waiting place for the meeting.

The three enter the tent being given to the Karl Ten. The tent is an excellent space that is not very large, but can be easily carried and lightly prevents some wind thereon. Karl, the captain, is the only one who sleeps here, and we also do brief operational meetings for the squad, etc., here.

"I'm home... that?

William, who usually spreads the map over his little desk and thinks about the operation, was supposed to welcome him, but now...

…………

William was asleep.

…………

Three flattering people. He rests on a round chair with his hipster mask on.

"... ha eh. It's rare. I saw it."

Ignaerts expressed surprise in a small voice to keep him awake. Frank is silent and agreeable. Carl also looked at the sight in a "ho ho" and other winds.

"Duh, what do we do?

Frank asks Carl in a panic with you.

"... In the meantime, get out"

The three of them are about to leave the tent, as I indicated.

Three people surrounded by an unspeakable atmosphere.

"Even that guy can show a gap like that."

Frank smudged and crushed. Ignaerts also responds "Sure."

"Looks like I've been tired lately, and that's what William does, yeah"

"Well, it's a streak after a streak. I haven't even been home to Arkas in a while."

"On top of that, it was almost like Mr. William was moving a hundred men in the shadows these days, and maybe his hard work was considerable."

Let the Hundreds advance their movement through Carl. He has also sold bribes and charms to Etmund to help him pass through the prophecy. It is natural for William to wear out, who had taken on both the work on the table and the work on the back. In addition, martial arts would not have been in line because they always keep the top.

"Operation meeting, what do you want to do?

Carl roared a lot at Ignaz's words. Think about it a little.

"Think about it lightly with us and have William check it out when you wake up tomorrow. If we don't get some rest, William will be punished."

"Sure. You won't even pack that much now that you're almost victorious...... what do you think, Ignaz?

"I'll take care of the area. I'm not good at thinking like Carl or you."

"Then the three of us think about the operation... then we're staying!

Wookiwki curls. Yes, more than William is occupying the tent, Carl must be allowed to go wild like the rest of the crew. Carl, promoted to captain of the Ten soon after the war in Laconia, gained the right to sleep in a tent. But he wanted to be in the wild with everyone. And right now, there's usually no loud William around there.

Why didn't you wake up William, the key to the operation, albeit the victory? It all comes down to this stay. The supreme measure burst unleashed by Carl von Taylor.

But the Taylor family's son, Nojuku...

Frank makes a trembling voice. If I find out I let Carl live in the wild, I don't see what the father of the Chamber of Commerce under the Taylor family would say. What's even scarier is that if you touch Lord Taylor's scales, the worst house can crumble. Ignaerts in almost the same position also had a blue look.

"It's a metallic gold. We'll have an ops meeting and we'll all go to bed."

"... a house that lasted three generations doesn't mean it's a normal sum."

That's what nobles say.

"Then behave like a nobleman."

"Oh, don't tell me. This is an order. It's a noble order!

Carl was groaning furiously about mistaking the two of them elsewhere, who didn't even make a sound, for some kind of sleepover. You two keep your voices shut.

"" No, no, no, no. "

I heard you said.