Tower of Karma

William was at the Victory Celebration party. The battle was a skirmish with the East, but it was such a fancy event because it dropped a small country.

The lead role is Gilberto von Osvalt. He had picked up an enemy general and earned his first feat with no complaints. This time, William had no choice but to thoroughly back in relation to the placement, which of course was quite active, but this time alone, he is a little weak for promotion.

"Oh, Lord White Mask."

"Is that your beautiful face under the mask? I wonder if you have someone for tonight."

William, who was not called by name, lay down his face and tongue so that no one could see him. I can't get a promotion just this time. That's convincing. But if I thought about the backlog I'd had, I didn't think it would be strange to be appointed captain of a hundred people at all. At least it would go up if even this battle, which was less active, was called by the last one earlier and compared to the terminal role appointed captain of a hundred.

The noble women began to accept it, treating it as somewhat of a colored person, but they were also becoming able to find a place in the social world. I came to a place where there was no such thing as a white mask. The hero of Arcadia's third citizen. It is extremely popular with the civil class. Even so, the inability to promote was an unconvincing reality.

"William, don't let it get you down. I'm sure you'll get a promotion next time."

Carl, promoted in the last battle, is already a senior hundred captain. Gilberto was promoted to division leader in this battle. Hilda and Angelum are the leading 100 captains, and Gregor is a stretchy but senior 100 captain who has emerged in his generation. Only William has never been able to move forward.

"I don't care, Carl. More than that, we'll have to congratulate Lady Gilberto later."

"Right! But I can't come any closer now. People are everywhere."

"We'll go together when we're settled"

"Yeah!"

After Carl leaves by William, alone William leans against the wall. Honestly, I was just going to get promoted and go up there, not just this time. No matter what you think, there is no being beyond William in terms of overall strength. Gilberto may be better than Gilberto if he is alone in force, but he is not willing to be inferior to Gilberto in armies versus armies.

(It is true that there have been no recent battles, and no major martial arts have been raised. even if this is-)

There's something behind not being able to get promoted so far. But there's no way for William to confirm that, and we just have to keep stalling like this until whoever sees it raises a complaining martial arts.

While doing this, in Garnia, Arkland is finally fighting the last country, and reunification is a matter of time, and Wolff's "| Black Mercenary Corps (Noir Gallu)" fights Estado as the umbrella of the Seven Kingdoms weakest, the Kingdom of Saint Baltic, and is a huge first success. He had been awarded a medal by Saint Bart.

Only William is at a standstill as the world moves.

A year and six months had already passed since the first battle between Arcadia and Nederks.

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"Congratulations Gilberto! That worked great."

Gilberto looks back when he hears Carl's words. You have a little smile on your face.

"Were you there too, Lower Seed?"

The moment I saw William, my eyes, which were supposed to be floating calm colors, transformed into eyes that looked at the serpent scorpion. Even if Carl forgives him for being "so-so," Gilberto's expression remains the same. William smiles on the outside too, but the contents are (die, you pig warrior! My parents, Seven Lights!) Because we curse each other.

"I didn't have a big opponent. The small country that happened to be in the lead just perished. It doesn't mean I did anything. Well, it worked better than you not taking part in the siege."

William, I hate Gilberto as much as I can. William's cheek pulls.

"Sorry, I was told to wait in the back."

Carl starts crying about Gusu and Bezo. Naturally, but William's non-participation means Carl hasn't either. Actually, I cared a lot, so Gilberto's words stung me as much as I wanted.

"Shh, sorry. I didn't mean to. The attackers were free to fight because there are people like you who can consolidate their defenses in the rear. So you can put your chest up."

What you're saying is a hundred and eighty degrees different.

"Really?"

"Absolutely. I bet you are, William. Gun."

Gilberto comes looking for consent with a very unpleasant face. It must be a ship across the street for William, who must be in the mood of the Lord for what brings him that far.

"Of course, Master Carl."

I will not forget to wear it in public. The public and the private must be separated.

"Oh well. But it's time to be active. I feel sorry for William. I wonder if there's anything I can do."

Carl is not even in the corner of his head, such as being active in person. There can't be as many men in this state as William will ever be. As the one who knows best about William's excellence, his desire to promote him was growing every day.

"... well. Right. I'm gonna borrow William for a little while."

"Huh? I don't mind. What's all of a sudden?

"I just need to talk to you. Do you mind? Or would you like to dance with your lady?

"No, let me give you a statement"

Gilberto and William left the scene with a flashing curl.

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It was this time that the victory party was taking place in the private residence of the general general, the commander of the Legion of Konrat. The Commander of the Konrat Legion is also an aristocrat and a historic Arcadian aristocrat who crowns the Count. The mansion, though not gorgeous, was well kept and one garden from which the two viewed was seen to be very aristocratic.

Gilberto and William walking in that courtyard.

"... I'll tell you why you can't be promoted. And how to fix that."

Sudden remarks. William looked at Gilberto with an eye for something frigid. Below the mask, therefore, I stepped on the gaze unclear, but perhaps Gilberto had no point.

"Instead, there is one condition. Well, I don't have a choice."

"If you don't tell me the terms, I can't even drink what I can."

"It's not about your life. It's not about money."

He doesn't seem to be going to say the terms, and I guess he's going to let him drink them unilaterally. An exchange based on the assumption that William wouldn't say no in the first place. Exactly, but this prospective situation for William was somewhat frustrating.

"Whatever the conditions, you seem to have to drink"

"That's the thing. Whatever you say in your mouth, I understand you're looking up there. I want to be promoted and have my own 100 men squad from the bottom of my heart. So you won't say no."

Gilberto sits in a chair that was tucked away in the courtyard. William also sits because he was prompted.

"First of all, it's why you can't be promoted... but as you understand it, it's a simple story. You are a foreigner, excellent, these two things. Never before has Arcadia given a hundred captain status to anything of exotic origin, except an exotic guest invited to Arcadia for some reason. I mean, there's no precedent. And that you are outstanding. The status of Captain Hundred is awarded on the recommendation of the upper ranks of the military. You are not liked by them. Rather, I am in awe. I've been judged incompetent."

It was almost as I imagined it would be, therefore, a situation that William could not help. You can't even send a bribe without telling them. Sending it doesn't necessarily mean they'll take it. No, it is more foolish to assume that you will receive it in this situation.

"Taylor has his father sprinkling gold vigorously with that one. I don't know anything about her. That's why you're born early. The premise, of course, is to raise martial arts. And Taylor is noble even if he rots. Plus it's not just nobility. A nobleman with gold. The aristocrats who want to sell their gratitude are rotten enough. Lords specializing in military relations are relatively poor."

Recommendation required. And an octagonal plug situation for William, who doesn't have such a connection. Because it was obvious, how difficult reality lay there.

"The choice that exists for you today is whether to raise a great deal of martial arts or whether your asylum, Taylor, will get to the right place. Either way, luck is involved and it's a long story. Most importantly, it's inconvenient for me. I'll help you this time."

Gilberto takes his seat and leans closer in front of William. It took the form of looking down at William.

"Rely on Kruger. He's cooperative with you. You'll be asked for what you deserve in return, but do something about it yourself. Let's talk about it from me."

Angelm von Kruger. Rely on Joon-young Ka, Gilberto says.

"Unlike me, he's the next head of the Kruger family. If I move Osvalt, I'll stand on the corner, but if he moves Kruger, it won't be a problem."

William can't ask for Gilberto's expression. I can't, but I can imagine the look on your face. Perhaps that's...

"Thank you for your advice. So, what are the terms?

There should be no more Angelum left without Gilberto. I could see the thread of the resolution. All you have to do is Gilberto's terms. Of course, we have to think about Angelm, but that's another story.

"It's a good story for you, too. And no matter what you say, the terms will be fulfilled."

Gilberto slipped straight through William's side and headed back to the party venue. The rest of William looked up to heaven.

"Ku, ku, ku ha. Finally, I can move on too. Thank you, little boy."

Perhaps the terms are what William thinks. Otherwise we shouldn't be doing this kind of roundabout. I guess Gilberto is the same person who wanted to move time. But one way or another, you get regrets. Because you can't stand on top of each other.

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William was coming to Kruger's mansion. Arrival on time. Angelm himself had already been waiting for him in front of the gate.

"We're out of time. I never thought you'd be able to wait for me."

"We're out of time for this one. I thought we had some stories to pile up. As soon as I let you wait like this. It's not a big house, but come on up."

Angelum is humble, but Kruger was just a shameless gatekeeper in the name of the historic grand aristocracy. The flashy and boneless interior is exactly the Kruger house that gave birth to Angelm. It is abhorrent to mix just a little aristocratic in the martial arts and the physical rigidity.

"It's my sister's hobby around here. This is how I decorate the aisle with what was originally in my sister's room. My sister's already married, so she must miss me."

"I see. Did you have a sister? Let me greet you later."

"You don't have to worry about it. That's a bit of a horse to put on the table... the beginning and end of something I can't even put out into the social world yet. I'm old enough to think about that."

William looked bitter under the mask. Unlike these Angelms, Gilberto, Gregor and Hilda, they don't show any real faces. There were too few gaps, so William himself didn't really like it and try to get close. Whether they like it or hate it, because they can't read it at all.

An old man in a tailored swallowtail appeared before Angelm and William. Give them a good, sprinkling grace of angle and gaze at them.

"Young lady. I kept the hall warm. Dear Annelise, we are also waiting for you."

"Right. But I'm sorry. Today I'm going to use my breakaway because of the story that got me into it."

"Are you sure you want to go away?

"Don't let anyone near you. And Annelise, of course."

"Ha. Just say it."

When I heard that I was going to use separation, the old man's complexion changed. I don't know if that's a surprise or another emotion, William from the first meeting, but I only understood that it wasn't normal. I've never been over alert.

"This way. Lord William."

"Yeah. So before this..."

Thoroughly observe the other person's laws and regulations while engaging in public discourse without other love. Angelm is the only one who doesn't show a gap. William was sweating out of sight when he was a troublesome opponent.

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Kruger family mansion. Although naturally gardened, there was a hut in the corner of the garden. An honest setup with no play.

If you go inside, a dark candle shines brilliantly, and the reason for the darkness is the cloth that surrounds you. I guess this is blocking the sunlight. There is one small round table in the centre and one luxurious chair in the back that does not resemble this room. I don't see any other furniture.

(…… a little smell of oil)

An unusual interior cabin. I guess this is what Angelm calls a detachment.

Angelm closes the door. Now from the outside world, it was completely blocked.

"Nobody gets near this place but me. Managed by the owners themselves for generations… Shall we call it a secret room? They used it for occasional quotations and so on. And if you know that, but you're family, you can't get close. That's the place."

Colour-in. Something strokes William's cheek.

"I thought you could call me a little earlier...... of course that wouldn't have allowed William Lewis to hold on. I know. I know very well."

Due to the darkness, I can only see around the candles. What is Angelm doing behind his back? It is inappropriate to see. But I only know that the atmosphere has changed.

"Please have a seat. That's your seat."

"No, because I seem to find only one chair. Please, Lord Angelum."

Dosari. Something fell behind William's back.

"No. That's your chair. Now, have a seat."

Pippy. Sounds like something. The atmosphere dominated the place.

William sits back in his chair on guard. This chair is built to sit easily on William, perfectly as if it had been worn out. I can tell just by the comfort of sitting. This is an expensive and very high-quality specialty.

"I think we hear more about the story than Master Gilberto. This time..."

William felt something creepy. atmosphere emanating from Angelm, which is invisible in the dark but would be there.

"You tell others, etc. I told you, Master William. This is a closed place from the outside world. Nobody gets close, it's just us. If so, why do you have to use your nickname for a short man like Gilberto? Even if it's Airhardt... it's not like you."

William couldn't hide his surprise in Angelum's transformation. As a samurai, as a general, a monumental being. I have seen such a boneless and honest figure as the nature of Angelm.

"Oops...... sorry. I was a little overexcited. Yeah, well, that was a story. Of course I understand. The Kruger family is fully committed to your support."

Way to a lightly obtained hundred captain. William is about to clap himself out.

"However, there is one condition"

William squeezes his face tight. Conditions that I naturally thought existed. The gold is made available to the Chamber of Commerce, and I'm prepared to exchange anything I can. All you have to do is know what it is.

"What are the conditions?

Darkness creeps toward William. Dark, black flames burning in darkness. It's like a pneumonia, swinging without entity.

"It's easy. I, Angelm von Krueger..."

William drinks saliva.

"I want you to be your closest servant."

William suddenly couldn't keep up with the handling of his head. Servant, which will. Are you going to be a servant, or...

Because it's so abrupt, because of the outside of the thought, I do William and surprise the thought flies.

"I want you to think of me as your shadow. You are a shining being. Now it shines as demonic as moonlight, but sooner or later its light eats the sun and becomes a true light that lights up the world too much. As a shadow, I want to work."

Angelm's words were too far beyond William's understanding. Do William. I can assure you that the man in front of you is crazy. If that was true...

"You want me to believe that? This deal that I have no disadvantages whatsoever. Lord Taylor taught me that nothing is higher than free."

William saw that there was a back to this deal. Otherwise it can't be. I have an idea, and Angelum is trying to use William. I can only assume so. In common sense...

"It's a shame you don't believe me, but being suspected is the best story. That's William Lewis. That's my lord, my lord."

Shadows move. There was a sound of a sword being pulled out of the sheath. William stands up and reaches for his hips. I hear something cut off a few times. I see a shimmer of silver. It wasn't aimed at William, it was aimed at something else.

"My loyalty. Let me show you one end of it! Behold, my king!

There is light in the room. It was the cloth that covered the room that Angelum had slashed. And that didn't block the sunlight. Applications were different.

What emerged from under the cloth, William ceases to believe when he sees it.

"Your trajectory. from Laconia to the present day. I let the painter paint all the sights I get to know. I want to see that in my own eyes from now on. That's all I wish for."

The room is full of light and a number of paintings on the subject of William decorated on one side of the wall become evident. Battle in Laconia. Siege battle. Battle in the north. A ride with 'White Bear'. Fighting assassins in Baldias' mansion. The standing was making me draw various cuts. There is also a battle in Nederks. Of course it was just a lot of portraits, and we had a crazy number of paintings anyway. Standing pictures, sitting pictures, sideways, backwards -

"This is... too much work to do."

"No need to salute the shadows. Treat it in a vein. My Lord."

Soon Angelum had snapped at William's feet and started licking his shoes. If you looked closely, you would have licked the earlier water noise, William's footprint. There is a damp area on the floor.

"Is that... the mask I used before, is that it?

Something carefully decorated. The first mask I had Rutgard pick out in William's memory. I guess I picked up half of that. The other half was submitted as evidence of the assassination. I meant it around being well aligned.

Angelum looks heartfelt happy and holds it up to show off the treasure.

"Exactly. An act with the assassin then. I was attracted to my heart. When my heart is beautiful, my heart moved for the first time then. I've just lived as a trace of the Kruger family, that's all I am. Blinking grey hair reflecting that moonlight. I saw the face of the beast, and fell."

Angelum collapses like a play. Of course I can see that I take great care not to scratch one on the mask.

"As your shadow, we are well aware of the lack of power. For my part, I also know that we need to be more elevated. On top of that, it is extremely disrespectful to exchange terms and such in shadow minutes...... please put me by your side. It will definitely help you. Um, it's not comparable to Carl von Taylor or anything like that."

Carl von Taylor. The moment the name came up, a little, just a little trembled in my voice. William did not miss hearing it, thereby identifying the authenticity of this one.

"Of course, Angelm von Kruger. Thank God I can make you a shadow."

The moment he heard the words, Angelm glanced too much at the joy. "What a waste of words. I know the ultimate in pleasure." William wanted to hold his head when he saw it, but doesn't break his smile because there is a current situation that even an opponent like this has to rely on. It wouldn't collapse, but I was pulling it off honestly.

(Well, it will settle in a little while. I don't want to hang out with guys with this tension forever on boulders)

William cleared the way for a hundred captains. but at the same time it will put a black shadow in itself. A presence that can be poisonous and medicinal. A black flame that represents nature. I have to invite him in, but I can't even imagine how the result would fall on William right now.

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"Kuku. Looks like you've got something interesting in you."

It is Nukus, king of the night, who snaps sweets face to face with William. I brought it as a souvenir, but I've been devouring it in the last hour.

"You mean Angelm. Horrible as ever. Where did it come from?"

Nyx gives no importance to courtesy and courtesy of the table. There are rules of the night by day and night by day. Respectful words, etc. were meaningless to Nyx, and when he spoke after understanding them, he spoke in such an easygoing manner.

"I didn't leak it. Everything that happened in Arcadia only gets into my ear. No, it's not enough. We'll have more next time. Nice."

"Whatever you say. By the way, Nyx. It's time for you to give that ruby back."

William puts another bag in front of Nyx that he had prepared. The contents are naturally gold coins. It's just packed with gold compared to Ruby.

"Are you ready yet? You're very talented."

Chuckling Nyx. I'm saying it sounds unexpected, but I must have known at this time that William would have prepared it, etc.

"It was a battle we could win from the start. That's all. Well, let's have some fun from here."

There was a new picture of battle in William's head. The accumulated funds go to the next business, where they also win and stretch their forefingers again next. I'm not tired enough of eating or eating. William was aware that his personality was, at best, greedy.

"I like it a lot. Me."

"No. I like that one too. You can give it to me if you like."

"I don't need that. I want this. This is what you want."

The nux you make is similar to yourself, William thinks. Nobody wants it. Precious metals are not worth it. What we want is what we all want. The value of that envy is what I crave. If it is of the same value in polar terms, it can be a roadside stone. That's what they think people are for.

"I can't do it. In the future, I need to dress up too."

William taking it away from Nyx. Around letting go of "Ugh, don't," I guess I'm not willing to make a different commercial deal with Nyx.

"The situation is quite interesting at noon. Scratch the servant quickly. I'm bored."

Fluffy and lacking Nyx. It's a little interesting to see how sloppy he is, other than William.

"And don't forget. About Vlad."

"Of course. I just don't have a clue."

"Three years left. If I make a mistake, I will kill you. Peel the ruby from the body as well. No? As far as I'm concerned, I think it's better that way. What about death?

The word lightly popping death. But when Nyx says, it's heavy.

"I'm gonna die, and I'm gonna kill you right. It's time to move. I've got eyes for movement."

Most of them are aristocrats if they are also captains of hundreds of Arcadia troops, and their treatment outside is becoming aristocratic. With that status, we will be able to move aggressively against our aristocratic opponents as well. Finally, over time, I was able to stand on the starting line.

"Ugh. That's fine if you haven't forgotten. I stabbed the nail, but I don't doubt a single nail. Funny story, huh? Even though there are no more men out there than there are, there are no more men I can trust than there are. Paradoxical. Ka"

Rocking Nyx. Dark hair flowing like a river also shakes accordingly. Two, Nyx hit his hand as if he remembered something.

"Hmm. If you say so, you didn't celebrate from me."

Celebrating what, being a hundred captains, or something else -

Nyx appeared abruptly in front of William's eyes, eroding into his mouth.

"What!?

Will it hit the kiss once and for all? As a matter of fact, I never kissed anyone but my sister until I got here, William. The world doesn't know because this means I'm a virgin.

"Bu ha!? Hey, do what! All of a sudden... it can't be!

William, who hesitates, looks completely different than usual. Her face turned bright red and she was stiff. It's like Al.

"This is death. People call it love. Well get used to it. Sometimes I'll use it in the future. A man dies and a man loves, even if he does not want to. Enjoy the world."

Fluffy, and then I did the stretch, and at some point I was back on my usual bed, Nyx. William is a fluke, but Nyx looks to enjoy it, so on the contrary, he regains his peace. I understood that the less I was in the mood, the more I was toyed with.

"Next time I want more sweets. Then."

"Oh, I'll kill you with poison."

"Ka. If there's poison that can kill me, it's funny again."

That brings the meeting to an end, as usual. The last time I saw Nyx's face was a delightful expression.

Standing in front of a tightly closed door, William looks at the white dragon standing next to him.

"Why don't you serve me better than that guy? I'll play the reward."

"Don't get on with it. I'll kill you."

The usual verbal reward. I didn't mean it with William. White Dragon is drunk on Nyx. Therefore, I cannot forgive William, who is in love. If it's something you can kill, you even want to kill it. But it's just ironic that I can't get my hands on William because of that love.

(Really not free. I'm not.)

William puts his regained ruby around his neck. For the first time in a long time, the feeling of firmness gave me the feeling that I had regained it. Still halfway down the road, we're going to expand our business more and make more money. Fight with the sword, fight with gold.

(Come on, it's getting fun)

William Lewis finally started moving forward.