Tower of Karma

A beautiful forest of gold. The golden leaves that sparkle in the wake of a golden morning burn shake.

"... Uncle"

'... thank you for continuing to take care of that until yesterday. But before this,' the outside world ', the path that leads outside Lucitania. Bridget, you don't have a stupid idea anymore, do you?

'... I'm his fiancée'

Confronting each other are two people with red hair. Glorious young girl and strict grandeur.

"You're Ray."

'Still, I have to look. I've been out of touch for a long time.' Cause I don't even know if I'm safe, but I can't stand still like this. '

I was contacted as far as the Kingdom of St. Lawrence was concerned. No crushing from up ahead. If you're safe, that's fine. Far away, I might just be out of touch. It's not a sure time to send a seal.

"Wouldn't it be chained by name? Then I'll have to say no."

The man quietly reached for his lower back sword. At that moment, the girl, Bridget, falls into a sensation of total furrowing of her whole body. It was a tremendous temper. I had never heard of a man in front of me, who was supposed to be my father-in-law sooner or later, holding a sword, etc., but I could not even sense the unnaturalness or other fine dust from the man in front of me. The swordsman of Nanda, the father of the girl who is "Ray," and each other, no, only slightly...

"In time, I can't guarantee my life."

"All Attacks Special. Your uncle is also a Lucitanian swordsman. '

"Retreat. And with the Brads as if nothing had happened."

"I Can't Retreat."

A girl took the same stance as a man. The man's eyes narrow sadly.

'You know you'll never win, but still won't you stop?

'Yes, since we were engaged to that ahoy, no, long before that, because it was our turn. I'm not lost anymore. I won't let you get away with it.'

Rin and the girl hang up. No stray, the man meditated his eyes, one moment, hands off the pattern. It's

"Thank you uncle, no, father-in-law"

A testament to giving up persuasion. The girl bows her head deep and deep to the man.

'If that child seems to be doing well somewhere, live with him. If you don't think you can make it home, don't hesitate to return. If you can't find it, you're exhausted, and your legs are no longer moving forward, still come back. Those are no shame. Me, Brad, your mother, it's the way I went. "

'Yes! But I will find it. And pull over. But I'll be back. Me and him, because this country loves Lucitania.'

'... right. The world is wide. Me and Brad were frogs in the well, too. I couldn't do anything, and the world bounced me back. Outside, not as gentle as here. Ready, go.'

That's what he said. The man threw the sword he was raising on his hips at the girl.

"The sword will fit when something is missing, the new Ray." Take it. What I made you have on that one and the sword of your turn. I struck a fate attracted to each other with prayer. My masterpiece is twofold. I was going to use it for my wedding ritual. '

The girl blushes her cheeks slightly.

'If you have it now, let me give it to Brad from me. When you started your career as Ray's successor, he asked me to hit him. He needs those memories. "

'... from what to what, thank you so much. Bye.'

The girl wiped her tears and stepped forward. Seeing his back step forward without hesitation, the man overlaps himself on the day of his existence. The purpose was different, breaking the commandments and going outside. Ray's egg, who should be the guardian of the country, and the direct line of Lewius, who supports the country as a blacksmith.

"Give me my son, please"

The man, Warren Lewius, offers prayer to their God, the Great Tree of Gold, so that his son and his girlfriend, who may be alone, may meet.

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"Warren!"

Eating and hanging on a red-haired man was likewise a red-haired man. Close to the time of the year, with a similar look of rigour. In the first place, there are many kindred relatives who made up a large number of people, and the blood was dark, and their faces and hair were similar.

Why didn't you stop Bridget?

"Sorry."

'I didn't hear any words of apology! I'm asking why! If you...'

Fellows inside gathering together. If you're hung up watching it, Brad, Bridget's father, was stuck in words. We can't let the young people hear us from here. Even in the midst of exasperation, that degree of reason worked.

"... excuse me"

Whatever he said, he was pissed off at the man who just apologized, and Brad was bumping his impeccable anger into Warren, in the form of a stare. Warren taking it spoiled.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

"It's Brad Ray Feelin. Who in the world can stop this?"

As the youth flourish, the elderly look around without so much concern.

It's time to...

'Yes, yes, Brad, calm down. Ray's gonna cry!

Hear the noise. It's a good time for her to come.

'I'm sorry, Warren. Even in mourning, this idiot husband. She didn't stop, did she? What a daughter I am. If I decided to do this, would a straight line, a little butt-heavy resemble my husband? I would have chased William the day after she left. "

'No, it was my downfall that stopped me. I can't help being blamed. "

'Stop saying that. Brad, too. Okay?

"Mm, mmm."

Brad loses momentum and pulls a step back.

'With that said, it's a different story, my brother. You're not feeling well either, are you?

'Mm, my body wasn't originally strong in nature. I don't think it's an epidemic disease, but you better stay away from it while you can. I've been telling her a lot. "

"The people in there are family. I'll make you something refined that will cheer you up next time, right? Cheer up, Warren. Thank you for caring about that girl. It's okay, because that kid is immature, but he's Ray, and he's our kid. I'm sure I'll drag you home, William. '

That's the woman who pulls Brad away and leaves. Warren's eyes dropping it off were somewhat tender. Mother and child, very similar. Strong, noble, anything seems to be possible.

(... that's dangerous)

A leading presence who pulled themselves out of the country. of Lucitania, took the mighty men of each mile and flew out, and lost many. She, too, lacked some of her memories and still can only remember what was then fragmented. It was so painful.

For Lucitanians who are not used to pain...

'... let's pray'

Warren turns to her own workplace, her home. One of my sisters died yesterday. One last year. Now 'William' 's brother, who remained, also sees signs of disease. Warren therefore strikes his sword with prayer. Previously, and always will.

That's the role I swore myself during that loss. The regret that Lewis' immediate self shouldn't have held the sword makes it now. It does not bend the ordained fate without darkness. I live in it and die in it. I therefore let go of my sword. I therefore did not teach my son the sword.

Warren still didn't know what to call this with slight regret, twitching and spreading.