Tower of Karma

"It's the best view, white mask!

The best location where you can look down on the enemy's main battlefield and put the entire battlefield in some view. Wolfe's thoughts fitted perfectly. If you're going to attack me anyway, you're going to want to attack me from the best place like this. Even Wolf does that.

"You're a boulder foot, Mountain Dog. I really didn't expect you to make it from there to here. I can't even say a word."

True opposite of the battlefield from this place to the required position. Of course, this mountain battle, sometimes the end, is being focused on a fairly small scale on the battlefield itself, but it would still be impossible for a group of about ten people to lead and wrap up some gear to catch up with it, etc.

"Liar. I guess I'll catch up."

"Sort of. Do you expect me to move like this?"

The reward of measures in which each other has exhausted each other's dying power. Therefore, under the trust that each other would move like this, both of them stood on this occasion.

White and black stare.

"This is how we think differently from each other. But the answer is the same."

"And then there's the difference in pawns, the terms of each other, all of which I surpassed!

"What do you think? Sounds like you're gonna cut it all out... is that everything?

William smiles. The grin disappears from Wolf.

"Are you still hiding something? Jokes are tough. There's no way you didn't cut a card in this long fight. Your major cards, Angelum, Gregor, Gilberto, and Temeer, they're all out."

"You haven't shown Gilberto yet, have you?

William laughs when he comes. That grin cripples Wolfe's seizures. A look I couldn't see hiding in the sunset. That laugh only Wolf saw.

"The defense you need is Gilberto. That's all anyone's got to think about, right? Gilberto is the only card you can match your serious Euwayne opponent with. I don't think he's gonna get his hands or feet in front of him."

Angelum or Gilberto, or William himself. No one else has the potential to stop Ewayne. Of which Angelm is most unlikely. It is at this great best that the lion's fangs shine. You won't last a moment with a black flame before that. Even the sword, even the flock of bodies, may not win in front of the lion, the king.

"Oh, even I could be eaten against a lion. Not least in Angelm and Gilberto. Knowledge, martial arts, monsters all combined in high dimensions. Still stronger than you, huh?

"Oh, more than Temeer, of course."

This makes it a special help. The lion at the battle is a different dimension from the previous sleeping lion. No one can stop it. In just a general, you can't beat a king.

"I know. Besides, if I stop the lion, I end up losing if I let the pawn named you go wild. It was inevitable that it would take this form"

The quality of the pawn prevailed. Wolfe thus gains a win. Single stage of a black mercenary regiment.

"You finally showed it to me. In this long battlefield, your power."

William understands. The black mercenary regiment is strong. More than anyone I've ever dealt with. A bunch of wolves who are both smart, cunning and strong.

"Ouch. You guys were a shame. Not next time, but definitely..."

"So..."

William blocked Wolfe's words and spread his hands wide.

"In order to win, I had to bet too"

Wolfe's eyes are opened.

"I win, Mountain Dog."

Firehands rose from the main formation on the Nederks side along with William's declaration of victory. That means the main unit has fallen. That Arcadia took control of this mountain battle.

"Idiot."

From Wolfe's face, the color disappears.

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It was Gilberto who dominated the centre.

The Gilberto team, who showed up on horseback, broke through with their enemies at once. We march at an unimpeded rate in people.

"This place is my life, but I won't let it pass!

Gilberto had a chilled look before the roaring anatol. I looked at my men and let them grasp the reins. I fell off myself. Roll the momentum as it is and pull the sword out of it.

"No reason for a sword to beat a spear! Die!"

Anatol's killer. It was sharp, and entangled death.

Anatol's spear crosses with his arm. The mourning of the dead strikes Gilberto. Spears striking at an overwhelming speed. That's a long way from the sword.

"That's the story of an old man. Back off, Shiro."

Slash.

"Ba, ka, na"

For a moment. During the moment Gilberto double-broke the spear. The flow also turned down Anatol. Collapsing 'Cry Spear'.

At that moment, the Nederks army died.

"Brilliant."

My men put Gilberto's horse in the stream, next to the running Gilberto. Now Gilberto jumps on it without even looking at it.

"Don't praise me to this extent. It's no big deal."

Only in Gilberto's eyes is the Nederks main division. We have to take it early. We must end this battle as soon as we can, more than we need to protect ourselves.

(I'm stopping that lion... no big deal compared to that one. degree of dropping the main unit)

Gilberto sees the direction he intended to defend only for a moment. Fire hands that still don't go up. Proof of being protected. Not yet, in time.

"We'll drop it early! Follow me!

Gilberto's participation moved the center all at once.

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"Gilberto cut in the center. No, boulder power. I don't even have a" crying spear. "

Wolfe didn't look at the center. I didn't even hear what William said. I need a little more teco in order to drop the center. I understand that. And only William and Gilberto can do that. Gilberto is in the center more than William is here. I know that.

"What's happening?

What I don't know is...

"Don't look like that, Mountain Dog. Why don't you laugh more like you just did?

What I don't understand is...

"Why hasn't it fallen over there?

In contrast to the Nederks main force, the needy formations still have no firehands up either. It was an impossible story. It is not a hundred generals who are attacking there. It is the "lion sign" Euwayne of. William, Gilberto, Angelm, Gregor, how the hell else could you stop Euwayne?

"That's why I told you? It was a bet, he said. I wasn't sure, either. I was going to finish it one by one, but I thought it was too early. But the results seem to have worked."

William turns a gentle grin.

"You're finally using it, boy."

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Everyone only knew his name. The young man's name. I've never lost once. His presence on the battlefield was strange. But as the white mask becomes famous, the youth's ratings reverse. After all, isn't that the credit of the white mask? That's what they were going to say.

The youth has grown up since childhood without anyone expecting them. The kindness of my parents hurt. I hated myself for not even being a replacement for my brother. There is no business talent, the beginning and end of trying to enter a military school to raise martial arts, but not even being able to enroll. I can't even count on expectations.

"I wonder if it's still there?

Youth were a mass of inferiority. I have never won in that lifetime, and nothing I grabbed with my hands. Parasites that live with their parents' money. I thought of myself that way.

"Hey, hey, hey! If it weren't for Gilberto in a little while, he'd do it!

"It's guts, guts!

The young man met the light one day. It was blinder than any light the youth had seen, and more beautiful than any light. The youth was scorched. I'm sure the bearer of that light must have something he doesn't. That's what I thought.

"Come on, guys! I'll do my best!

Indeed, the bearer of light had what the youth did not. But it was not the gorgeous thing that the youth had imagined, but a gift of muddy, deathly madness. He was only thinking about elevating himself for four or six hours. Glowing, a chosen being different from yourself. It was a crystal of daily effort.

The youth found out.

"No, hey... even if Carl uses a bow, it's a waste of arrows."

"Oh no. It's terrible, Ignaz."

Carl von Taylor found out.

That's why Carl tried. so that we can get a little closer to him. so that it shines just a little bit. You told me you could do it, for a friend who believed in me.

"Already. Then what am I supposed to do!

"" Stand please ""

"... aren't you both terrible?

Carl von Taylor was the guardian of choice.

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Euwayne was stunned. I've never had such an experience before. On such a small battlefield, once guarded by a single defensive base,

"Why, why are the arrows uninterrupted!? How long will it keep raining!?

The battlefield that brings down such a vast arrow is not in Euwayne's memory. No, it might not even have been in the history of war. At least, this is unlikely on the scale of this mountain battle.

"Euwayne. When are we supposed to attack?

"Long since they intercepted the first assault, huh? Arrow rain like an idiot when you get close. No matter how many times you pull me down, I can't run out of arrows."

Euwayne has no choice but to shut up. When the opponent's arrows run out, such as when attacking, they only decay. But that never shows up.

The arrows are endless. Momentum does not diminish.

"It feels like an arrow meadow around. How much is this going to cost?

It was too cost-effective. There's no way I can have this kind of cod out.

(No matter how "lion sign", nothing can be done in this situation. Are you kidding me?)

This wasn't something that had heroes or shit.

Just a push that saturated me with gold. But Carl was the only one who could do such a ridiculous work. The house is one of the richest in Arcadia. Then there are few families, and the money that was accumulating is unimaginable. If it's just an asset, even Osvalt and Kruger can't win, the Goldman family Taylor family. Successor of King of Gems Lord Taylor.

"But that's all I can do right now."

Measures presented by William. It was that last piece, Carl. It was a pleasure. Finally, you need it for real. Even if it's for money, if that helps, that's what Carl means to be on this battlefield.

"If it's just money, it'll help us all."

The wind blew. The pale wind. Freshly, gently stained by the soldiers. It gives calm and relief to the soldiers. The other guy says he's a lion, but he fights so safely. Such a calm, deposited, rocky battle haul.

"I'll pay you as much as I want. So if you can live up to someone's expectations... it's cheap."

Carl von Taylor. The last card I lay low shines.

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Wolfe was shaking. Euwayne, who should have been a special hand. If you're strong in battle, you're still better than yourself. It was supposed to be the strongest card in this mountain battle. The result, however, is sealed by a card that should have said no to a hundred named Carl.

"... you raised him?

At last, Wolfe squeezes out the words. William laughed when he heard that.

"Oh, he was a bad rememberer, but there was only honesty. as a student."

Hearing William's answer, Wolfe was a seeping thought of blood.

Wolfe doesn't want to raise ordinary people. You can hire a good guy from the start if you want to raise him. That's all I thought about. So there is no such thing as a black mercenary regiment, especially in the centre. Wolfe's only talented choice.

"It's not just a massive attack filled with gold. You can't just leave money to people with the most important tasks, can you?

"You lead the formation, don't you? Or Angelum."

"Too bad. Angelm's formation was unfinished. It was Carl who built it up to the present formation. Besides, you've already had a fight with Carl, haven't you?

Wolf thinks for a moment, but he doesn't remember that. It was one of the ordinary people who rushed to see Carl when he first confronted William. That is all recognition.

"Rather than later in the game, Carl had taken all the command of the Hundreds, including my squad. Would you be a little surprised if I said that? Mr. Yamagata."

Wolf opened his eyes.

"Damn, silly!? Impossible!"

William, let's go.

"Whoa. I'm the ten captains of the Carl Hundreds, huh? It's only natural that Carl should be in charge."

Wolfe can only be stunned by William's seeding. It would also be strong to feel unbelievable. If you know that the person you were fighting was someone you didn't even have in your eyes, you can also understand how you don't want to believe it.

"Well don't look like that. I thoroughly slammed him into only defending the war. Protection has a greater share of knowledge and effort than talent compared to offense. The guy who built it up, if it's just a fight, he can put his shoulders on me or you, that's all.

It was William who raised him that way. He tailored Carl to be a top commander. He raised hundreds of men, who would not have counted as pawns, to be men enough to stop lions.

"And it's not like I don't have more talent. Don't you feel that? This wind."

A pale breeze that smells good. If you calm down, you'll see. I don't know where this atmosphere is coming from.

Wolf understands.

"Ha. All you need for a defensive general is a sense of stability. I see. This is what they like."

I am the cause of defeat. The identity of the newly emerged pawn.

"Right? Me or you can pull it off, but I have an idea how to hold it back. That guy can do it naturally. Because it's the nature that people like."

William and Wolfe pulled people by showing strength. But Carl isn't. I don't have the power to show it. There is too little power to pull people. Still, Carl is made up as a general because he is liked by his men. I want to support this general. Carl had something to make his men think so. This is a power that neither William nor others possess.

"You're in the same shape as an unexpected battle. I knew this one, you and I didn't know you guys. You ripped out an empty hole and took my neck. [M] Now the other way around. You were fished out, and Gilberto punched through an empty hole. But you know what I mean? The star of the day..."

"Carl von Taylor. I'll chop it up. Well, let's just forget about it without carving it."

There was nothing drooling in Wolf with wonder. What we got from today's loss was huge. Something to learn. Just a little bit, I'm even grateful.

"Uh, but I still regret it. With everything in it, I'm still angry. For myself, and for that nianiania in Temeer. Don't let the mask upset you at last."

I naturally regret losing. But all this time there was too much to learn. It was the same generation of people who gave me learning, and I viewed them as rivals on my own. Various things creep up. And swallow them all the time.

The wolf laughed.

"Well. To tell you the truth, my job is not to win the war."

Wolfe breathes heavily. Of course I was willing to win. I also saw visions of winning and doing my job, and some parts of me were intoxicated by my cool doing it. Well, it's chronic. Originally, he was broken by Strakles where his heart was becoming extremely chronic, and again by William (and Carl) where his heart swelled and swelled. But wolves learn a lot only from defeat. To never lose again. Eat up even losing.

And above all, today's greatest aim is not to win.

"Hmm. You got a job other than winning a war on mercenaries?

William gets an attacking look. He nodded that he could even ask if he was losing. But...

"I do. That's what I do."

Bloated up killer. In front of me is the figure of a black wolf nodding his tongue. In front of the main dish of the day, the heartbroken wolf smiles.

"I don't have a job taking Temeer's neck!

William opened his eyes to surprise.

"Bullshit. Who asks for such a drunken thing..."

"Rudolph Les Hersburg, the Grand Duke. That's about what I heard, right?

William understood the situation and swallowed the saliva.

House of Hersburg. I have known its immensity since I was just a slave. Says Nedeluxe wealth, roughly half of which has Hathburg involved. Says even the Royal Family of Nederks cannot defy the people of Hersburg. Being beyond the law. That's the Harsburg family.

"Why would you do that to me?

"I don't know. Well, I know somehow. You are dangerous. You're aware of that, aren't you? You, and I, are trying to destroy the world. It's just a different process."

Wolfe raises her hair. Serious mode from here.

"I'm pretty hurt this time. That means I was hired, right? You mean they saw you as more trouble than me, right? Well, that's it. I've been upset since the beginning. This is my idea that our thoughts were taken lightly. That's it. I can't give up."

A glowing rocket on Wolf's chest. That's what drives the wolves to move forward.

"I'm the one who eats the world. It's not Temeye. I'm the one who grabs heaven!

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William pulled out his sword silently. Wolf pulls out his sword as he responds again. White and black stare. At best. An invisible spark scatters between the two. fellow human beings. I understand it, so I can't retreat either.

"We don't have each other's beautiful nature. Let's get you out of here!

Wolf sets it up. Fill the distance in an instant, William, and wave the sword away.

"I don't mind, but I'll get you ready."

I don't make it slight. I just take it. William stares at Wolfe.

"I'm not convinced of this fight either. At least take Temeer's neck or the bellyworm won't fit!

I was forced to wave my sword as it was and bounced back Wolf.

"That's mutual. I don't even feel like losing. Kill Temeer here, and the least I can do is do my job. Yeah, well, you know what? I don't know!

Both pierced at the same time. We rush each other hard. Spark scattered swords of both.

"The mountain dog!

"White mask!

White mask and black wolf. In an attempt to settle, the two began to fight in an unknown corner of the battlefield.

A herd of the deceased and a black wolf collide.