Tower of Karma

After William disappeared from Baldias' private residence following one of the missed, he evacuated the princesses and ladies to another room, where Hilda and the others worked for the cleanup.

"This cut with an edible knife... brilliant stuff"

Angelm raises an exclamation. The grumpy Hilda also has to snort at this. If you ask yourself if you can do this with an edible knife, I can assure you that you can't. I can't move like William when he smashes my sight in the first place. I couldn't do that, so I was very thorough escorting you.

"No. I didn't know you could move so much in that fog."

Gregor was surprised that William could move so much. The foggiest hours were completely out of sight, and it was not a situation where the Gregors could exert their power no matter how strong they might be. I'll protect you, so make the best of it. It is only natural for Warrior Gregor to appreciate William, who was able to attack only one of them.

"Is this the white mask of rumors?"

"I can only say that I regret to punish as many as seven men by myself."

"Carl's guy had a good pick up, too."

The other hundred captains were astonished by the easy number of seven. In that fog, William took advantage of the assassins accustomed to the darkness. If you ask me if I can do that, I'll have to say they can't. They couldn't have done it alone, such as protecting the original target, Count Vlad, in the first place.

"... hmm"

Gilberto rattles his nose. I may have meant to be a good outrage, but the earlier killings were clearly directed at someone in this venue, Gilberto's senses are not so rotten that I don't know its orientation. The shape of the assassin who was lucky enough to break in. Gilberto thought so inside. And that is a big win.

"That's scary."

Hilda spills her puffiness and authenticity. That last standing must not be burned in the eye, than the fact that seven assassins have been killed, rather than the fact that the incision is sharp, and that they were able to move even if their vision was blocked. White sturdy that emerged from the fog.

"What are you afraid of?

I'm not just looking good. There was an atmosphere. Something dark, and bottomless, that will swallow everything. People fear darkness, but at the same time they also have the nature to be attracted to darkness. William's dark part, few will be attracted to its strength. That number should increase from now on. That's what scares me.

"I'm a knight and I'm starting to get better."

"I'm here. Right! So don't stick your cheek together!

I can't help but be scared that the book of the night will cover this country.

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Arcas, capital of Arcadia. Few would say that it is not a city that excelled in the Seven Kingdoms, but it is not a big city in view of the whole world. The size of the box that accepts so many people, the capacity as a city, is just what I said Seven Kingdoms. But the great, but therefore the hard to see, the lurkers in the hard to see, also exist in this country.

"Huh!?

Around Favela were finally those who lived in its darkness. Everyone wears the same outfit. My face is masked and I can't ask for a look. It's inorganic killing that fills the place. Favela set up a knife no more.

Assassins who fail to assassinate are not assassins.

"Death to those who are no longer assassins."

"I should die"

No anger, no sorrow, no joy, no one. A mere existence that kills people. That's the assassins who belong to the assassination guild. Everyone was all emotionally missing for some reason. Only those with the background and training to say so are here.

"... I won't die. Not yet, I am."

Favera is the most emotional place in the world. Even she, who is usually faceless, has diverse emotions swirling just not on her face. I don't know how to describe that. I don't mind if I don't express it in the first place, because it will be passed on to the three of us.

"The three of us, live!

Three, Al, Kyle and Favela. The three are connected.

"I should die"

An assassin leaps in front of Favela. Favera is ready to fight.

"Shit!"

Favela masterfully manipulates a small knife. If it's about the person in front of you, I can cut through. I actually cut it off and she was better at it. But...

"I should die"

If you two...

"Not yet!

Stand tall against the two of you. Do not squeeze motion lightly. Not letting the movement feel gravity is just one word. There is only one glance in the Bandit Guild. Still...

"I should die"

The three of us...

"Gu!?

Favela gets kicked from behind and rolls. It was a favela of butterfly-like motion, but once the motion was stopped, there was no longer anything we could do.

"I should die"

Without a moment of hesitation in a futile motion, a poisoned knife approaches his throat. If one is wounded, he dies instantly. Violent. Without pain or suffering, Favela...

"Sorry. Al, Kyle"

That's the end of Favela.

"Not at all... I wish I hadn't done it from the beginning if I were to apologize"

Three assassins who were engaged with Favela. The torso was turned down at the same time. The wound was rough and the guts were punctured around. Like a flashy, spectacular death. To make that happen...

"... Kyle"

"You're preaching later. And you guys... die."

Kyle. A man who is a childhood tame to Favela and Al and lives as a gladiator.

An assassin sneaked in without a sign behind his back. In contrast, I'll poke you lightly with my back fist. Just bounce it. Flying assassin's head. The blown head has shattered its mask and its face is so submerged that it does not retain its original shape again.

"Huh!?

An emotionless assassin.

"You better run. Now I... can't stop 'me'"

Aura of the overflowing strong. The scent of death is so intense that the assassin, who should have no emotions, cannot come close. No matter how many assassins get into a bunch, you can't win. The absolute strongest was there.

"Sorry."

The strongest moves. Grab and grip the assassin's head. You don't even need to use your gain on a miscellaneous fish opponent. I can only ravage myself with my strength. The fist breaks through the assassin's belly and at the same time grabs his spine and drags him around. The assassin who hits it also dies with another blow.

"To, run!

Assassins who were supposed to have no emotions. How much training and experience have you gained for this? Even before his death, he had unshakeable confidence and readiness. But...

"Make sure you run. If you run away, I'm not going after you."

The sight created by the monster in front of you is easily erased, such as readiness. This is not a battlefield. This is the capital, Arkas, and even though there is no place on the street, there is still a man's business on the street. There is no better sight for this hell being created behind it.

Escaping assassin. Kyle doesn't follow aggressively.

"Ha, ha, ha, okay, I'm alive!?

Because the way out...

"You can't let them get away with this, Barca!

Because it's already blocked. The assassin's neck dances. Brilliant is the silver sword.

"Kill them all for now, and that's what we're gonna talk about."

A duly groomed face in the open air there and a man wearing a cheap hairy snail. The image of the body overflows from the man's body. So the assassins here understood.

That you can't get away with it.

"" Die. ""

A merciless blood breeze strikes.

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The three of us rolled into Kyle's home. It's been a long time since the three of them have aligned themselves in this way to someone's residence. That makes Favera happy, but look at William and Kyle with a rugged face and lay down her face slowly. Of course, the person is sober, but from the side, the expression is as good as ever.

"Count Vlad, huh? I know how you feel, but it's stupid. Too stupid."

Kyle told me to throw up. There is also anger at Favela's shallow, but I am helplessly angry at myself for not being able to rely on her there any more, or even consult her. If you had consulted me, I would have stopped it, and if I had helped the worst, I could have definitely stopped it.

"Favela, the end of an assassin's path is whether he dies on or after a mission, that's all. It's not what makes a living person. You understand that, don't you?

Tell him to tell me, William. But far from its inner serenity.

"... but it was my chance to kill Vlad"

Favela trying to make excuses. Kyle making a grip on his thumb, but William took control of it.

"This is the time, so let me get this straight. It's no longer a big deal for me about Vlad, and there's no future for the three of us to live happily in this city together. Everything you've done is for nothing."

Favela broke her expression big enough for anyone to see it for the first time here. Kyle stops moving and slowly brings it to the wall.

"I consider you two friends more important than your own lives. I've never rocked there, and it's unlikely I'll rock again in the future. Swear on my path, I'll never give in there."

William gently hugs Favela, who is about to cry.

"But hey, that's why too close a distance for each other is dangerous. Whether I snap or one of you snap, if it's too close, all three of you are Buddha. And that's also a risk you can avoid if you don't even get close to me. I don't want you two in my way, Favela."

"You can't do that! I can't do that!

No matter how far it goes for Favera, William is only Al. William laughs bitterly at that. That's why Favela doesn't understand that we have to leave. No, maybe it's hard to accept even though I understand it.

"You can do that later for now. Now we should think about Favela."

Calm words. Favera glances at Kyle for the cold of the word. The other two take precedence over themselves for Favela. And that's just like the other two. That's why the three of us will never engage in this part of the world. If it meshes...

"Kyle is right. The pursuit of the assassination guild, as well as the city, has become quite noisy. Less time given."

Release Favela gently, and William sits back in the chair. Think.

"Do you have a hand? I can only think of enough to run away from the country."

Favera shakes her neck when she hears that. It's impossible to leave the two of us. Then the more you choose to die, the more Favera favored the two of you, and above all, your mental dependence.

"The worst hand is to keep running in this city until most of it stays cold like this. The country will never give up, anyway, due to the characteristics of the assassination guild. Unless I or Kyle can protect you at 46: 00, but I've been on the battlefield longer, and Kyle has a job to do."

"... don't worry, I can protect you at 46: 00."

Ignore Kyle, who barges in softly.

"The safest and best hand is to flee the country like this. If we cross the border, the power of the country and the power of the Alliance will be difficult. Even the Alliance isn't free, and the talent is finite. It's a whole country. Just to chase every human being, yes, we won't be able to point many people at it. Even if I let one or two of them chase me, to that extent, Favela alone wouldn't matter. With Kyle on it, we'll be all set."

As for William, I just want to push this hand. When we think about the future, the future is the best one that gets rusty but this is what happens to each other. William's path is too far from the rest of us. Something about William being able to hit the beat with confidence if the possibilities of involving the two are unlimited to zero.

"Impossible"

Favela to kick ass. Kyle nods about it too. The hand I spoke of earlier, but it's unlikely that Kyle will escape from the country. There's no way I can leave William alone and run away. I know my soul and my guts.

"Then that's the next point. A bit of a beating. Naturally, I would risk one or two of my life. I'll put it down first, but for the most part, it's a bad bet. I push to flee the country. This on the other hand comes with a perfect and comfortable process chart and William stamp security. I can offer you two together."

That's what I'm saying, William, but I don't expect Kyle and the others to endorse this. Only a warning. I was just suggesting that all three of us could lose our lives in some cases that things would be a difficult phase ahead of us from here.

Kyle and Favela have no shaking. William sighed when he saw it.

"... get in on the assassination guild and negotiate. There are few ingredients, but it would also be possible for Kyle and I to manage to get to the negotiating table. If you get that far, I'll do something about it."

I'm not sure how to answer that for William. In fact, the situation is packed more than it looks. The other side is the state and the dark side of this country. Even though one of them can be very troublesome, we must be able to escape these two and live in this country in the future.

"I see. The point is, you're powerful."

Kyle takes his business tools. That's just the tingling air.

"That's the thing. I hope so, champion."

Eyes on one. Pattern while everything is conveyed. In addition to Kyle's power shown earlier in action. It's about getting more trustworthy. As long as Kyle is around, I can handle it. I've had the power to make you think so for a long time. I'll just have to bet on that this time. The three leaders have always been Kyle.

Heart and soul, that's what these three...

"... what are you, a champion?

Two people who are about to get stuck. If you think about it, Favela doesn't know that Kyle is at the top of the arena. Well, even if I knew, I'd probably be done with it.

"Hey, well, that's it. Careless, but it's getting a little... fun."

William's words were creative of the three. The three of us have had less time to act since that day. It's a long past that I was stealing and walking apples in stalls. How long has it been since we've joined forces? It doesn't return to the child's heart, but it also makes me feel a little excited.

A great battle of a generation risking the lives of three people. What's at stake is life. It would be the lives of three people if we got here. There is rarely a situation in which the three men are equally dying, and because they are equal and equal, they can hope without any evil intentions as friends.

Come on, let's go.

I rarely get a chance like that.

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"This sight... what?

Unpopulated Arcas dead spot. Usually unpopular and idle, but now there were scattered hell paintings of dead odors and organs spread. The area is full of intense aromas with faecal urine and blood reflexes. Approximately not a human tradesman.

"... 'Windcat' Favela is certainly excellent, but she has no power to do this"

The assassin who targeted Favela is a man of sufficient talent. There is no reason for both quantity and quality to fail. Suppose there is, my buddies' reinforcements. Besides...

"One is... a monster"

The man hurries himself back to reporting to the Lord.

We need to hurry. If the atmosphere filled with this occasion strips the tissue of its teeth, it's not free.

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"Bullshit!?

There was so much killing storm that there was nothing I could do about it. The darkness of Arkas, its abyss, the lowest layer of the slum, ravages the home of the assassination guild is a single monster. Against are the skilled assassins. They all have considerable experience, skill and power. Perfect assassins who pushed and killed emotions, erased them, and completed them. And now...

"Takeshi!?

I'm on the run. by the hands of only one monster.

"Anger!

The monster was a warrior. The flesh is polished as steel, giant. With a swing of the sword, put together the meat and bones and chop them into a thousand folds. It no longer has anything to do with the sharpness of a warrior. Even a mere stick can cut off a thousand opponents. Even if you were pulling a blade, the warrior's earnestness can be lethal to the target.

"Nun!"

Humans break in two. I can still understand if I lie down. But if it's vertical, it's different. I just think the supernormal powers worked. It is Theory of sword moves that aim between bone and bone. Ignoring any of that and daring to slash the bone vertically is an outside move. It is this man who exchanges it.

Turn large numbers into meat chunks in one swing.

More sprinkle your organs with two gestures.

I can understand it if I swing it three times. No one can beat this monster.

"Damn, I don't think it's my turn at all"

William is also showing his assassin opponent his spare standing around again, but the man in front of him is different.

(If it's just simple strength, even Baldias and Strakles won't do anything. I see, this is you in the arena. I don't know, the best gladiator Kyle.)

Kyle was strong enough now to repaint William's assumptions with ease. The warrior's aura beats heavily around the area. My skin doesn't just tingle. With that slaughter in mind, I was forced to evoke feelings of knee-bending, manure drooling, crying and forgiving, assassins throwing away corners...

"Ha!

Put together any joint venture and pay it off. So powerful that even William, my friend, would tremble. The sight it created is nothing but hell. And the bad luck for the assassins also stems from Kyle being a gladiator and a spectacle worker. The spectacle must be flashy. The audience wants it again.

More flashy, more miserable, more graceful.

Kyle knows how to make hell out of it. It is the gladiators who enrich them as to how they can entertain the audience, please them, and excite them. It's the extreme that attracts them more than you'd expect.

"Retreat"

Twist the assassin's neck with one hand, crying and pleading raw. There is no mercy for a warrior. Their greatest bad luck is that they touched the warrior's inverse scale. Having laid hands on the warrior's most precious treasure. End of story.

"I see. The fellow" Windcat "is the" Beast Fighter, "Kyle?"

Standing in front of a warrior is a man with a slightly different atmosphere, even an assassin. Kyle, who reigns in the bloodbath, stares. That's all the opponents would have lost their will earlier, but the man flushes it flat out.

"A true monster who was too strong to escape the champion, had no opponents, and was forced to fight the Beast, a second-in-command gladiator but originally the front seat. This sight is also convincing. But don't do this anymore."

The man's killing spirit is sharp.

"You think you can beat me to that extent?

Warrior killing is mighty. It is obvious by comparison. Overwhelmingly Kyle is stronger.

"If it's anything... there's nothing I can't do"

The only thing held in a man's hand is a poisoned knife that rubs to death. More weapons planted in clothes. Nothing fights grandiose from the front. Solemnly fight as an assassin. I have an arm that makes that possible. Plus...

…………

Behind the man is a line of assassins of power close to the man. Surprised when the assassination guild is proud. Power commensurate with money enough to build a house to move one person. That lines up a few people.

"I'm willing to win. This' me 'too...... you got naked nah!

Breathtaking apex. The apex is to win even with so many aligned opponents. Responsibilities of those who are strongest. Even in large numbers, the strongest only ravages flashly. Warrior's leader, look at this.

"Back off, Kyle. That's it for you."

William stops Kyle from trying to move. That's Kyle who reveals his dissatisfaction, but it's William's role to think with his head. And this situation is as originally planned.

"How would you like to see it as the best in your guild?

The man looks suspicious in William's questioning. All of Kyle was prominent, but William was also responsible for a significant number of assassins. Though not a strength worthy of vigilance for a man, he decided that a thoughtful way of fighting required a certain vigilance.

"What can I do for you?

A man who is only vigilant and doesn't break his combat posture. There is no sign that those behind them will move either.

"I want to negotiate. It would be desirable if I could meet the top of the Alliance, up there as much as I can."

At that moment, he is simultaneously turned to death by the man, his surroundings, and all the assassins who were watching him faraway. William, a run-of-the-mill that concentrates on one person. Take that. Still William won't shake.

"This one has Kyle and me. Even Favela is not weak. It wouldn't be constructive to do more and build a pile of corpses, would it? Of course, the place for discussion is fine on that field. Perfect for stopping if you're broke."

One of William's negotiating materials lies in this force. A killing play to make them understand that there are troublesome enemies against them named Kyle or William. The first stage is to somehow get to the negotiating table with this. There's no point in getting there.

"All you have to do is kill him in this place."

A man doesn't want to leave. Behind the man, the assassins around him, William can only laugh bitterly at this. You must have touched it somewhere, scaling backwards for them--

(Can you do it a little more?)

(If you tell me to do it, I will. It's just that they're difficult)

Things rolled over to the less good. The man in front of you and his surroundings are clearly different from previous enemies. Of course Kyle and I can ravage each other the same way, but it's troublesome when they move like one individual in a mass battle. And they'll do it as easy as that.

"Together when you die"

Seeing Favela, who seems oddly happy (to the extent that Kyle and William only know) that this is the time, the two laugh. Corner, this is your chance to die for three.

"Let's do it right."

"Answer!

The mighty warrior and his army of bodies rose in ambition. Increasing fighting spirit. Playable killing intent.

Probably Williams will die here. But die at the corner. I've never done much with people on the road. We have to pile up a lot of bodies and make them regret it. He said he should have negotiated with the Williams and that it was too much for him.

Ready. Always...

"Not until both sides get there." The White Dragon. "I'll tell you what I ordered. Are you willing to lose any more assassins on hand salt and make me lose money?

An incomprehensible word for where it comes from. It was as if words were overflowing from the bottom of the earth. Kyle, William and the man known as the White Dragon, who was in a state of war, are completely gone.

"But let me meet you, the king of the night, etc., too disrespectful. We can't forgive this."

'Nonsense. Will there be any thanks or disrespect? This is the land of the night. What are we going to do with the courtesy of the kingdom of day?

White dragon to push silence. Earlier majesty is gone, shoulders shrunk and trembling.

"Guest, I don't want to be a magnificent royal palace in the land of day, but I will invite you to my place in the abyss of the dark night. White Dragon, show them around. The others will destroy them all. It's all for the peace of our country. '

Scattering assassins. Only the Williams and the White Dragons were left. White Dragon moved his neck as he followed him, pushing his unwillingness outright.

"What do we do? I... think it's better to get here and get out of the country."

Kyle was feeling weak. My strength as a gladiator is origami. I'm not willing to lose because of strength. But the voice is too heterogeneous right now. It was beyond Kyle's understanding.

"Don't worry. Neither do I. But maybe..."

"Turn down that other guy's invitation, nothing survived. Even those who were kings of this country. Don't think about it for nothing."

White Dragon advice. It took the exit from the Williams.

"It means we have to go."

There was a cold sweat on William's cheek.