Tower of Karma

The hall is vibrant. A lot of people started dancing backwards with the band playing.

The ladies dye their cheeks red on the airhardt that came down to the ground floor. Then the two princesses who came down had a lot of men breathing in too much beauty. It was Airhardt and Claudia who started dancing. Baldias and Eleonora also dance leisurely.

"Sa, Karl, I'm gonna dance with guns!

"Yes, I don't like it. I don't like dancing."

Carl dragged me again. William laughs bitterly at the sight. Gregor and Angelum also dance gracefully with the other women. That's the skill of dancing with nobility and all that. This is not how William dances on this occasion.

I'm sure you'll need it any day.

Now I haven't been invited to dance yet, and I don't have enough character or skill to invite you. Just static.

"Heck!"

"Ooh!

I'm more confident than Carl, who's stepping on his feet.

- No, but the Count can talk.

"Hey, you're no match for the Viscount."

Second, a conversation enters William's ear. Especially meaningless conversations.

"Alcohol is limited to the south. But Garias' doesn't taste good. Why?

"It must be national. Because it's a profit-seeking country over there. The quality of the preference does not improve. They can be imported."

Garias is a great power. It is considered the largest nation in the world, and there is nothing unavailable in that country. However, they are also imported and not necessarily produced.

(Drinking conversation, boring)

William slightly regrets listening. Well, it would be pointless to have fruitful conversations on such occasions. I wasn't expecting that much from William and his conversation. I'm very free at last. So much for listening to this boring conversation.

"Count Vlad is very knowledgeable."

William turned aggressively.

It was the gentleman with a gentle look who came into view. An honest and gentle atmosphere.

"V, Radvowoo"

It is also possible that the name is the same. I never thought I was that kind of guy. I imagined a more inferior species, inferior man. But William's intuitive.

He said the man took his beloved sister.

Moment after moment, a tremendous amount of killing spilled. The body doesn't laugh, it just tries to run wild with anger. Kill, kill, kill, kill, hate, anger, and despair gushing from your feet fill William's thoughts. I am still driven by the desire to snap its neck, squeeze its eyeballs, chop its jaw, scrape its nose, break its tympanic membrane, crush its strawberries and kill it all in every way.

"Huh!?

Hilda and the others noticed the anomaly. Both Airhardt and Baldias turn their gaze toward William. A pompous, empty silent time in a hall that is inherently unlikely to be silent.

Calm down, you idiot. I don't know how I can do this right now!)

The silence also allowed William to regain his calm. But the hour is already late, and some people are obviously looking at William with a much blurrier look.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Standing in front of William is Gilberto. The gaze mixes with obvious hostility.

"What do you mean? I don't know what you're trying to do."

William returns it in a bright tone so that it sounds as light as possible.

"White. What made you show the inferior!? Answer me, Inhuman!

Hostility becomes the sword and plunders William. The atmosphere Gilberto has is a sharp sword. It is a sword that protects the nation and a testament to its loyalty to the nation as an aristocrat. It would be aristocratic and sword to the bone marrow.

(Not good. Totally...... I'm the guy who does it when it's at stake)

I also knew I wouldn't be willing to let Gilberto get away with it without looking.

(How do we get through this... that's hard, shit)

The large pool of talented people on this occasion makes the problem difficult for William. It wasn't deludably murderous, and the atmosphere was my own personality. Those who can see and feel it, even if they say it wasn't themselves, will soon find out.

"William!"

Carl tries to stop by, but Hilda stopped it. The situation is not very fragrant. I didn't do anything in particular, but it is true that I gave Gilberto a decisive pretext.

"Answer me. I'll use the Osvalt family's power to get rid of you, depending on how you answer."

Yes, Gilberto has just the power to eliminate whatever William isn't doing. The Duke's family has so much power.

Sweat runs down William's back. This place is in distress. Fatal fatalities of such a worse nature than battlefields.

(… hmm?)

There's a thin fog at William's feet. No one has noticed yet.

(Is this it?)

William searches his memory. Conditions like fog can't exist in this place right now. Besides, this mist like it accumulates at your feet is not natural. If...

(... hey, I seem lucky)

source of fog. Thanking those who would be there. Smiling William.

"What are you laughing at? You are making fun of the Osvalt family!?

"No way. I'm just surprised you haven't noticed that a normal samurai would be Sir Gilberto."

"Notice? What?

Gilberto with a strange face. William smiled,

"I'm a visitor. uninvited,"

I did my gaze on 'There'.

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At the stage when the fog reached below his knees, everyone on this scene noticed a strange thing. The fog is tasteless and odorless and probably not like poison or anything. Pure - blindfold.

"What are you talking about?"

Gilberto asks William. William ignored it and moved out.

Whatever the aim is, this is a help boat. A good ride would rather be a good opportunity.

"Carl, protect Your Highness. Don't let him through even if he's dead."

Carl also moves out in one word. I don't know what the order means, but the obedience and honesty that move as ordered, and above all, that's how it came to be. The invincible Karl Ten was made up because this is what Karl is.

"What will William do?

I'll answer Carl's question with a grin.

"I... hunt."

William takes the knife he prepares for his meal, once and for all. The only person wearing a sword on this occasion is Airhardt, the prince. And pack it at that point if you're on the steps to use it. There is no future for military men and others who failed to protect the prince. But if you protect it - there won't be a better place to make money.

The fog deepens. The screams of your ladies echo in the hallway at the stage of covering your body. Armed men, including Carl, are all guardians of princes and women. It is completely defensive.

Then you're not looking for a prince.

At this point, only William took the princes off guard. No fool targets the first person to be protected with such a hand. Conversely, it would be natural for the Prince to think that others were after him in the bluff. That's not why it's good to leave the prince alone. But the big name is made up of the part that Carl protects.

The fog deepens all at once. My vision disappeared.

(We need to override the impression we just made.)

Courtesy clothes and knives. Approximately not in a position to intercept something. But enough...

They...

"Coming! Don't let one ant through!

"Respond!"

Even if all assassins were manipulative...

"One first"

Because William is far better.

Blood splashes. From here on out became the real ball for William.

A state where everyone is deprived of their sight in the fog. Only William moves around freely. Even those who can feel the atmosphere cannot normally move like this. But William is not. As a samurai, I can do more because I am distorted. The number of drawers is not the same as those who target only the battlefield.

William's five senses are much sharper than before. I gained an atmosphere, and I didn't just get stronger. Five senses work more acutely, more extensively, more deeply.

"Second one."

If you're blind, you can listen to it by ear.

William's knife strokes Assassin's neck in one letter. A knife that should be gently, sharply, beautifully, and daringly made into that of the instant famous sword that William used.

"Three, four."

If you're blind, you can sniff it with your nose.

William dances. Nobody's watching, the audience is just the Assassins wrapped around the mask in front of them.

The Assassins were the only ones most confused by this situation. Stepping is perfect. There should be no one obstacle to the goal, and even if there were, it would be round hips. Armed selves, and independently forged eyes, can gain vision even in this mist. There's no way we're inferior to ourselves like that.

"Five!

If you are blind, you can feel it on your skin.

But now, only one monster dominates the scene. Just more corpses even if you're on your way. The Assassins change their methods.

(Scattered... who's after you?)

He abandoned William and switched to assassinate his target, even if he was far away. It's a decision too late, but I guess the existence of William was too unexpected. It took away the heaviest weights of vision in the five senses. Who would have thought that there were beings who would not suffer from it?

(In the meantime, the sixth!)

William throws a knife. It was like an arrow. It shot through Assassin's temples. Lightly pick another life.

(Four more. Two of us are...... oh too bad. That's too close.)

One assassin, who was too close to the prince, was the food of Baldias' haughty arms. He is crushed with Baldias' big foot as his spine crushes around to the ground with too much force. Another Gilberto had rubbed his jaw up and lost consciousness, and three of them, Hilda, Angelm and Gregor, were releasing a kick to grind their lives.

(Do it. Aren't your mouths the only ones?)

With that in mind, William also takes the seventh life again. I don't pick up the knife I threw, I use another knife that I have so much on the table that it rots, I snap it from zero distance and shoot it through the back of my head.

(One more!)

But one of them. I'm clearly moving differently than the rest of them.

That sounds like a pretty good move.

disease, and supple movements. And unlike all nine other assassins like dolls just to carry out their mission, they feel intelligent in their movements.

(Avoid me... not even the princes. Where is it? Who's after you!?)

A move that doesn't enlighten the aim. An odorless move, like a thief walking through the crowd without signs.

(The sound is low. The smell, the smell of perfume. Ha, I'm going to lose sight of this)

The last assassin who has been in full swing. I feel like I want to hunt for this at all costs. But William was about to lose sight of it. Thoroughly that the footsteps are also melted into the surroundings until the smell is small. The rush, sweating, conveys William's back.

But...

(Murder spilled! Did you rush to find the target?)

William caught the assassin on the verge of losing sight. In time for criticism.

The fog begins to clear. This is our last chance at each other.

"I put it on!

William broke in with the opponent, who would probably be the subject. The assassin is in front of you. The target's gain is like a knife. The opposing self is a knife for meals.

Stay out of my way.

Assassin with a higher voice than I thought. Set up a knife.

William slips the knife in by poking a gap in its behavior. The assassin twisted and cleverly twisted it. To the tremendous flexibility of his body, William is surprised and at the same time an assassin's knife targets William's throat from an incredible position.

(This guy... strong!)

There is no sound in the movement. Make unnatural movements natural. A move that differs from the strength of the strong, but that extremes the strength of the weak. I feel terrible for not smelling martial arts.

"I'll kill him!

Zokri. I've never felt more murderous playing William. A sword of intent to kill with such a firm purpose. How much can such pressure be unleashed if you hate those behind you?

"Phew."

Weakness, if you see that, everyone will lose their mind.

"Hiu."

supple movement where the whole body bounces like a spring from. A motion that creates a gap and follows it, not a motion that pokes a gap. The person who makes it is not a warrior. Rather, he's not even an assassin.

No way, what's this move?

William knew the move but thus did not create a gap. Align the knife with the assassin's movements. The assassin also waves a knife at the risk of his life.

The knife and knife intersect.

"Well... why?

The assassin's mask broke. From inside emerged a beautiful woman with brown skin, William's childhood tame and unrivalled best friend, Favela.

"That's over here...... Huh!?

William realized who he was protecting. The target of this assassin is the person behind it. And the reason Favela joins in it. There is only one. There is only one person.

Hikari William turns his eyes behind him. It was difficult to see there because of the sumptuousness, but there was no doubt, no mistake, the figure of the man who had burned his eyelids earlier.

You know what?

I don't know how, but Favera found out that Count Vlad, her sister's enemy, was going to be on this occasion, and she must have also originally requested an assassination to get on board with it. If you're doing anything else you did against Alretto in the back, you'll buy as much as you resent him. It's not an unnatural story to have a request for an assassination guild. It is also not natural for Favela to ride it.

(So I can't believe the three of us... idiots)

That's no longer the dimension. The way of life never crosses. There's a part of Kyle that's guessing it, but I guess Favela still doesn't understand it. That's why I'm fine with this kind of misconduct.

William draws a glimpse of Favela's face.

"Run to your usual place. And then we'll do it."

Words are a gentle whispering voice, but this is close to an order. If we look each other in the eye, we can understand each other as much as we think. It painfully passed on to Favela how angry William is right now.

An instant encounter. The moment William let go of his hand, Favera escaped on the fog. Its feet are fast and there is no sound. The fog had faded, yet the darkness was on Favera's side at night.

When the fog almost disappeared and the neighborhood began to make a scene of tragedy.

"Are you... a white mask?

Vlad called out. For Vlad, William would be a salvation being. No, that's the same for everything else. A hero who left the assassin. Achievements prevail over shapeless killings, atmospheres, etc. The track record of defending it, and the track record of saying that it had finished many things, was more proof than anything else that I didn't think bad about on this occasion.

William strokes his own face. The masks were breaking off each other at the same time and falling to the ground. I'm there face-to-face now. That's fine. Because 'this' is technically not the way you are, but the vengeance of 'Al' who is in you. It doesn't make sense if you're not barefaced.

"Yeah, Count Vlad. I am the White Mask, William Lewis. See you soon, Count."

This is a declaration of war. First and last revenge, left by myself, who was a white avenger. that opponent. Originally my sister and brother, they looked very similar. He had the same hair color, the same eyes, a gentle and serene boy. I might have found out at this point back then. Or one slave, possibly not remembered.

"Thank you, Mr. William. You owe me your life."

Vlad seeking to shake hands with gratitude. William accepts that happily.

William has changed. The gentle little boya of those days died, and gained gray hair and bottomless despair at that time. As a white avenger, he made an extraordinary effort to feed his hatred, gaining knowledge and strength. I understood what I was doing, and I was ready to go up the tower.

So Vlad and other things no longer. Not if you're obsessed with the Earl. What a tiny thing compared to a throne that is the height to aspire to. Still, bullying is necessary. Even if it's trivial for William, that's everything for 'Al'. "Al" also has to be a little more than he admitted to being part of it.

"It's not a big deal. Count."

So William turns his best smile to Vlad.

I will multiply the hopelessness I received that day by dozens. This smile is its voiceless proclamation.

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The hall was quiet. The fog is clear and nine bodies are rolling onto this spot. Everyone in this room is not paying attention to that tragic sight. I was just staring at one point so that it wouldn't even go into my eyes.

Beautiful and sturdy appearance from inside the white mask.

Clear gray hair casts a red shadow on the reflection of the candlestick lights. Poor eyes with eyesight make an even deeper impression of a man than when he is hidden in a mask. The flesh, a reasonable mass forged and drained of waste in any way, gives visions to those who see in supple form.

He is the right man for the night. He is the right man for the moon. If we met under the moonlight, we would take a breath before that 'beauty'. The moon attracts people.

He was a man like the moon.

"... Dear Carl. I even let one escape unconsciously. I'll take care of this later."

Every word becomes a picture. I don't even remember most people on this scene, such as the earlier mess. No, the impression I had of William in the first place is changing itself. Things like the repainted past don't quite come to mind. So liberated from the mask, William was full of charm.

"Be careful!

Only Carl is usually used to seeing calm on this occasion. Even Airhardt and Baldias never expected a man with so much charm to come out from under the mask.

"I see. This performance works."

Airhardt is impressed. The intense image that William planted on this occasion, the fascinating impression, was born because he usually hid it in a mask. Whether you're an ugly man or a beautiful man, the white mask confuses, haunts, and intrigues people.

Because I am confident in myself, the act of hiding increases the effectiveness. This is self-produced to attract people. The more I know about what I see under the mask and what I don't, the more interested I get. To a man named William Lewis.

"Dear William,"

Even the ones in the glow...