Tower of Karma

William was walking through the city of Arkas. I have been surprised by my plans since night, but I am free at the moment. Carl was just peeking through William's room from the yard like he wanted him to play, so the shape he came out of in the morning. I can't help but be tired of Carl's entertainment until the day off.

"Why don't you put on some archery?"

"... I had a game yesterday and I'm tired"

William was coming in front of Kyle's house. By the way, William, I'm outfitted with a rash and a hat because it stands out as gray. I don't wear the mask because it stands out the other way around.

"Wait a minute. Prepare now."

In the end, it was Kyle who was sweet to William.

"Zua!"

"Huh!?

William put together a funeral for the corpse. Kyle sees and understands it. William understood that he was the monster in it. I understood myself and learned the art of taking it to my limits.

"What do you say, Kyle? Ruh! I'm wearing it, too!

My torso. It's very unpleasant.

"Sounds like it. Now it's even easier to understand, isn't it?

Zokri. William's skin is refreshed. And laughter disappears from the bodies as well.

"We can clearly see each other's current limit values," he said. Well, that's the thing. "

Anomalies gushing from Kyle's entire body. Giant body, too gigantic a warrior. I can't imagine how much polishing would create so many warriors, or how much monsters would mature if we went through how many training grounds.

"... please be gentle."

"Have you been doing that for a long time? Don't be silly."

If I can show you the difference between kachin and this force, I can understand why not. Distance between Kyle and his own warrior.

"Oh!

"Slow, light, weak"

He was recently an unbeaten William on the battlefield, but with Kyle opponents he still doesn't even have a chance of winning. It is a condition such as being blown to the crossing of the nose.

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"Come on, add or subtract."

"I've been adding and subtracting a lot, even this one."

I'm not sweating one thing compared to sweaty William, Kyle. The difference has historically been that my own best friend was so distant as a warrior that I didn't like him.

"Arenas are full of monsters."

"No, I think you're going to have a good line right now. I told you before, I'm strong."

Kyle's words that even drift somewhere tired.

"Could he have become a champion?

"No comment. It doesn't make sense if it does. There's no use for money, and even if you grab glory, you'll be ignored by the person you want to share it with."

Kyle drops his shoulder disappointingly. I somehow guessed. William slapped Kyle on the shoulder and did it. And I remember being spilled, and I'm a little naughty.

"Oh, no, Favera, I haven't seen you lately."

"So, nobody's talking about Favela?

The whiter Kyle wanders. William was full of laughter when he saw how it was going. It could have erupted a little.

"Busy times have passed, haven't they? Summer festival's over, and as usual, you're on break, right? I stole it, par, while I did it."

Kyle nodded silently at William's words.

"I thought I was free, so I invited you to dinner yesterday."

"... you mean yesterday. Could it have been yesterday that you became a champion?

"... No Comments"

I'd like to go for a cup of Kyle's overly understandable standing around, but I can't get drunk right now because I have something to worry about and plans from night on.

"When this job is over, the three of us are going to play. All three of them were emphasized."

Kyle holding his head. Ignore it and William thinks.

(The three of us, play? That's odd, it's not like you don't understand the situation)

I understand that Favela is obsessed with being three. Apart from Kyle's thoughts, I'm sure Favela understands that the odd thing is that there's no way we can allow that to happen right now. No matter how much we disguised ourselves, it's also possible that if we were together in public, we could be triggered by something. Even meeting in an unpopular place is a grey zone and never appropriate for the situation.

I didn't mean to play in it, and the reason I bothered to say it to Kyle...

(Well, I can't help thinking, can I?)

I don't have enough information to think about the current situation. It only makes me grand when I think about it.

Besides, it's time to go.

If I looked up at the sky, the sun's inclination would have stopped quite west. You must be prepared for the evening, and there must be no delay.

"Well, it's time to go."

"Mm-hmm. Do you even have any plans?

Kyle sees William, who was totally going to have a drink at home.

"Ma'am. I was called to a pretty important party. I'm not the one who was called."

"I see. I don't know, but good luck."

It was Kyle who often got around to this sort of thing. I don't really pry, and I don't try to step in. Public and private are well separated types.

"Next time I see you, I'll be strong enough to knock you down."

Then I won't see you for ten years.

Two laughing together. Make it William. Make it Kyle, there are only three people, including the other, who can make this smile. This bond takes precedence over anything. Not yet.

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A carriage carrying Carl and William rocks every single one of you. Carl and William sat opposite each other in a way. The face to face curls are a little muddy.

"Where have you been all day? I was gonna play till night. No."

"... assignment, done?

"... I'm looking forward to the party hehe"

Conversation stops. This is the best way to keep Carl quiet. Give him some kind of challenge and let him glimmer and shut him up until he can solve it. Serious Carl tries his best to solve it, but in less knowledgeable Carl, he gives it a time-consuming challenge to solve. Oh wonder. The ability of magic words to silence chatty curls. Too much can be a problem.

"Who was the host?

I feel a little sorry for you, so William will shake the subject. Then, in an instant, Carl's face became more gorgeous.

"Uh hey. I wonder if General Baldias will host it. There seem to be a lot of awards and promotions and a lot of military personnel. But some of them are pretty amazing, and they kind of twitch."

Immovable Baldias. Arcadia is proud to be the best knight and warrior. That appearance, which is so famous for the nations, is also one of William's aims. Of course, I don't intend to be satisfied with it.

(The problem is the quality of the nobility. A martial officer is invited to quite a few houses, even a civilian, anyway. It doesn't look like it's solidified or anything. Something, well, I don't know anything about this world enough to guess what it is)

Either way, this is like deciding Carl's recommendation to a hundred captains. That's definitive at the time Carl was called. That's all we've built up, and rather, as a team of ten, it should have been a rare one to see in history.

(Though, I don't have enough power for Carl to eat this much face. Someone else is the star of the day, and we're just an entourage.)

Even if it was an accompaniment, being a hundred captains would widen the range of tactics a lot. It was also a moment that I was waiting for as far as I was concerned that I felt the limits to the Ten.

"Just calm down and be free of coarse phases"

"... William's just a novel these days"

The carriage carries the two of us. Back in the aristocratic city, to the private residence of Baldias, a great nobleman and hero of the nation.

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luxurious. It was exactly the kind of mansion that could be described in a word. Baldias' own gorgeous decorations are something I'm going to hate furiously, but I guess they won't let me like his status. Indoors that are so luxurious and brilliant are hard to hold.

"It's amazing how light a hall can hold so many people."

"Yeah, it's just hard to build this many houses on this land, isn't it? Because you can't buy land with just money, and you have eyes around you."

The land called the aristocratic district is peculiar. Lower boundaries make most things happen when even money is accumulated. But we're going to need something to say about character in this place. On the contrary, you have to live in this mansion if you don't want it. A space where character takes precedence over gold. I guess that's why Lord Taylor is distressed too.

"- What's that mask?

"Look, the Taylor family's -"

"Oh, that rise -"

Leaks from the perimeter convey strange eyes against two people who are lacking in character. So much for Carl, who is supposed to be a nobleman. William and others would be below the wood end.

"Mask, with it on?

"Oh, I'm here as Carl's shadow. Besides, you can't take the mask off as a 'white mask', can you?

The name 'White Mask' spread with William's martial name. Only in the countries around Arcadia, but they were showing a little spread. This time it will be more courtesy to invite you as a soldier only, if you become one, to wear a mask.

Of course, to tell the truth, the mask stands out the other way, so I thought it would be treasured in such a conspicuous and purposeful place.

"Carl, you look good."

Carl shuddered terribly. Not a very happy look. He also looks rather scared. In the meantime, William decided to take a static look. In other words, it is abandoned.

"The Unstoppable Karl Ten? That's amazing."

A woman came by Carl's side and grabbed Carl's shoulder.

"That little curl is busy"

"No, compared to Hilda, I can't believe it."

The woman called Hilda against the reluctant Carl looked slightly amused. The light in my eyes is dear that.

"Compared to Hilda, huh? Since when can I compare to you? You're in good shape, Carl."

A woman called Hilda raises her gaze and stares at William.

"Or are you floating around finding an excellent sword? Hmm?"

There is no warmth in those eyes. As opposed to what was directed at Carl. Rather, the killing temper drops zero. Overflowing from the body is the wind. Beat William's whole body like a storm. With obvious hostility...

(Is this guy... stepping in?)

William also defines his opponent. Something like an aura overflowing from the whole body is the character of the person. I guess he's more of a good person than he can feel ugly unlike himself. However, hostility towards William is not overwhelming.

"Hahan. I can see you, too. I'm Hilda von Gardner. Dame Hilda. That's a good mask, colored man."

Daim. This means that you are receiving the title of knight in a woman's body. In Arcadia, knighthood is not hereditary. It is a title that can only be gained by those active on the battlefield. That's why the nobles want this. Because it is a sure testament to my work on the battlefield.

"It's an honor to compliment you, Daim Hilda. My name is William Lewis. See you later."

Well, I also understand William to a lesser extent without such a title. And...

"We look forward to the day when we can line up our shoulders on the battlefield"

William is also extraordinary again. Ride the remnants of the body to the point of gently incense. Hilda's eyebrows move pickly.

"Oh, Carl, it's getting out of tune."

Throw Carl at William. The gaze remains intertwined with both Hilda and William. Carl just gets flirted with.

"Nothing. I don't know what's going to happen to him, his brother and his frigid old man, but if anything happens to Rutgard, I'll kill him then."

With that said, Hilda left the scene with refreshment. What was left were two pompous people.

"... get to know Master Rutgard, is it?

"Um, best friend, is it? Rutgard doesn't have many friends, as you can see, but he's the only one still dating. It's just that Hilda's busy, and Hilda's got her own family, so I don't see her all the time."

Hilda's pattern. William decided that there was so much to catch, and no need to pry in particular. In short, I guess Hilda is a daughter around the Count or Marquis and out of tune with the Taylor family.

(From what I've seen, a lot of people I know are sociable... I don't even think it would go well with Rutgard)

Hilda away from here is greeting various people around. I guess most of them know Hilda or are in a friendship. The intimacy looks clear.

"Hilda is a senior hundred captain. He's the best young man in the world. Look, the hundred captains of the same generation that Hilda is talking to right now. Mi-na, I'm from the same school.... I fell, eh?"

The people in conversation with Hilda did have a different atmosphere than their surroundings. It is aristocratic but also gives off the smell of the battlefield. Some of them put together quite a bit of atmosphere.

"Don't be so humble. You don't have to go to that school to catch up today."

"Huh? What do you mean, catch up -"

The moment Carl tried to listen back, the place quieted down. Baldias, the organizer of the day, showed up on the second floor of the hall. An unbeatable presence in this ruggedly luxurious mansion. This is noble, this is general. Everyone drinks a toast.

(I see, that's the immovable Baldias. That's a lot)

William before is going to be able to guess and figure it out, but now he's calm with wonder. Masks and knowing Strakles, these two are big.

"We thank you very much for gathering in such a miserable place today. I also prepare meals and alcohol whispering, but I would like to carry out a conveying ceremony before doing so. If there are no differences, please stand up."

Everyone stood, including what was sitting. Well, not many people sat there.

"Today we were in a position to execute the MC proceeding because of the hosting, but things changed rapidly. Only the conveying formula was left to this person. Ladies and gentlemen, please give me a round of applause."

Are you confused or a sparkling applause. Some of them had already applauded with all their might. Especially on this occasion, the more highly disproportionate...

(Why? What's coming?)

William's confusion, the answer.

"I entrust His Highness Air Hart von Arcadia to the ceremony"

"Ha ha, you still suck at introducing this hand, Baldias"

What showed up was a monster wrapped in a golden aura.

"What?"

For a moment, William's consciousness was flying. Gold burns my eyes and I don't recognize the person well. So much power. Everything that wraps around is different.

"So, it's the second prince. I've never seen it before."

Carl's legs were shaking, too. It's like the gods in heaven have suddenly appeared, and I can't help it.

"It is an extra honor to have you with us today, the immovable Lord Baldias"

"I urge you not to bully the old man. I'll leave that to you, Your Highness."

Airhardt stands where Baldias stood. The presence of Airhardt was so out of place that the occasion seemed to be at the heart of the world alone.

"Gentlemen, I'm sure some of you will be the first to see me. I just left the referral, it's Airhardt von Arcadia. It would be an honor to meet you later."

I have trouble reacting even if the prince snaps at me. They were all rigid with ideas on how to react on the spot. Airhardt laughs like he's bored.

"I'm sorry. I just can't behave very well to you because of the delicate position of a second prince. I can't be king before I have a brother."

Shock speech. Whatever the second prince says on these occasions touches the throne, that's all the big case. Everyone's senses were paralyzed when the shock was too strong from the appearance.

"Your Highness, don't play too hard"

Baldias infuses. Airhardt accepted laughing mischievously at it.

"Then I want to execute the transmission ceremony quickly. First off, they all worked well for Arcadia. The battle in Laconia ahead, its victory, from which we continue to reign the victory of the bamboo. Thanks to everyone. I intend to prepare promotions, medals and special rewards to satisfy as many things as I can tonight. There's no way I'm going to water this meeting later."

I get a little laugh about how I've been able to be this prince Nori.

"Then start the transmission formula. First of all..."

Even the army is told promotions and medals from a position above.

In the meantime, William had one face under his mask.

(I am better at strength and knowledge, but is there still so much difference? A human being in heaven by birth.... then my heart will shake)

Everything is the same if you die. That's what William was thinking. It doesn't matter up or down, if it's something that's going to die as well. Nobility and slavery have nothing to do with it. Yes, I thought so.

But is it really true, is death equal, and where is the reason why death alone is equal when it is so different at birth? I don't know if even if he dies, he's going to have a different destination, or if that monster really dies in the first place, everything. I didn't know anymore.

(Airhardt von Arcadia)

That's the second prince. So the First Prince, how far away is the king in the first place?

Second, Airhardt and William's gaze meet. For such a moment that he wasn't sure if he really interacted, that was all William understood. Give him my distance. I thought I was walking fast. I thought it was enough at this rate. But...

(Not enough. Too much is enough. At this pace, how am I supposed to catch up!?)

Easy on your sweetness. We need to go faster, higher, and run up.

(hey, is that the white mask of rumors)

Likewise, Airhardt recognized William's anomaly again. Being too tiny for Airhardt. If you blow it, you fly, to that extent. But its tiny existence is about to scratch its feet. I can see Airhardt reaching out to heaven desperately.

That's ridiculous for Airhardt, and I can't wait to...

(Like, he)

Interested me.

William and Airhardt. The heavens and the earth met at the beginning. No one now knows if heaven will crush the earth or if the earth will eat heaven.