Tower of Karma

William Lewius had finished his routine early morning training and was washing his face with a small fountain in the garden of the Taylor family. Tighten your torched body with soothing water.

The air was tight. Winter is coming soon to Arcadia.

"You're going to be fine."

Rutgard gives me a cloth to wipe my body. "Thank you," I take it. Everyday sights at the Taylor family. William and Rutgard were the only ones awake at this hour. I hear the Taylor family boys are weak in the morning.

"I hope this is a good day"

"Right."

The two sit on a bench mounted by the fountain. A chilling air was carried with the wind like a thorn. Regardless of William after exercising, William wonders if Rutgard, who hasn't moved, is cold. But I don't have a bill on hand for what to do with it, and I didn't feel like that kind of care was required.

"You don't have to worry about that."

Rutgard laughs when he dulls. Lately it was finally possible to have a natural dialogue about whether Rutgard was getting used to it too. Much progress has been made in view of the frivolous relationship in the first period. Though it is a much more relaxed relationship if you think about it as a man and woman of your age.

"But it's cold, isn't it? Winter is coming soon, and it's cold in the morning."

"That's why I'm wearing it. Look, there's another one down there... it's a little tricky."

"Indeed."

The two laugh at each other. This time of the morning passes without any particular strain. For William, who is moving his head without a ruse, a ploy, a day or night off, this time spent just perfectly without thinking about it was not unnecessarily bad comfort.

"I have a costume for you. I'm glad you like it."

"I don't know anyone who can coordinate more with me than Master Rutgard. I don't know if you've seen it, but I'm sure it's a very nice outfit."

"Oh, don't expect too much. It's not that big of a deal."

or Rutgard, which turns red and annoys me. Seeing you like this makes me want to bully you.

"It's not a big deal. Do you wear costumes today? Well, it's me, no big deal. It might look good on you."

Hearing the words, Rutgard's cheeks are even more dyed by Zhu than earlier. The mouth is tight and tight, looking down and bumping and crushing.

I tried to apologize for a little too much fun. At that time,

"It's … something"

Rutgard's gaze rose a lot. His face is trendy, but he stares at William with a strong willed eye.

"It's a big deal!

Loudly Rutgard ran out of words. Carl fell out of bed in the distance.

"... I'm confident. So, I'm sure it will look good, and the only one that looks good is Master William."

Rutgard and William's gaze intersect. The reason Rutgard became murky was because William despised himself. That's why he told me that the costume was a big deal, and put it together. He told me that William was a big deal.

I understand the intent of caring, but this incredible momentum is a mystery to William.

"It's a joke. I don't even suspect dew of the costume you prepared for me, and I believe that putting it together I can only be the nicest person in the world at that moment. I believe in you and me."

Two people staring at each other. For a moment, the feeling of Nyx flashed back behind William's brain. That's not why I'm conscious. But...

(Don't get into the depth. This guy is an outsider.)

Something else whispers. It must also be 'William' again, and it is also 'William' who is conscious. The right thing to do as William is if you must have been interrupting. Still, this morning or so...

"My hands are cold"

After all, William didn't choose to kiss. Not instead, but I decided to hold hands. It's cold today, and my own hands could get cold. Then it would be more sensible to warm each other up with each other's hands.

"... it's warm"

Hands and hands that grip each other. I guess it was still cold. Rutgard's hand was losing temperature. A state in which heat is being taken away rather than warmed up. William, who has kept taking it away from others, is being taken away by others. To this extent, it's been a long time since I've been deprived. That's what I do spontaneously.

"It's a good day"

"This is going to be a good day."

Today is the day that William will be captain of a hundred.

It was such a morning event.

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That day is the anniversary of the founding of this country, the only day of the year in which the royal family will show its face before the people. One of the ceremonies of the day was supposed to be the promotion ceremony of the popular 'White Mask' William from the people. As a hundred captains, it's an unusual situation.

"Are you nervous?

Frank and Ignats to refrain by your side. This promotion resulted in a clear difference in rank. That said, there has been no change in our relationship with the two of us, as William was above us in his substantive position from time to time. As for the two of us, it is better to understand.

"For a little while, I thought so."

William, let's go. This is such a big event. Of course it's a big National Day celebration, only one act of it. but still it was a good big stage for William Lewis to say it was the first time in his life. Normally, I would get nervous.

"As usual. Then it's more than usual to dress up, right?

William himself as usual. If so, I am more than normal for this costume. I wasn't telling you, it seemed natural. That must have been because this costume was doing better than I imagined, and above all because I finally got one position closer to my own growth.

Still no sign that the vessel will be filled. Far from adequate. So now the point is just the process, if it's just a step forward today...

"I mean, I'm invincible today"

Stand above anyone. There's no way I'd be nervous if I thought so. You're nervous because you're better than yourself. I don't even have to give it back to you if everything's down there.

"After all, you're amazing. I respect you honestly."

Ignaerts was in awe of William, who was even more awesome on this occasion. He didn't know anyone else like that, more radiant than he was nervous.

"Thank you. Then let's go."

The white coat shall be covered, and the white masked prince shall go forth to heaven.

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Kyle and Favela had not been informed that William would be attending the ceremony at this time on this day. When he learns it from others, Favela is outraged but Kyle is quietly convinced. This is William's, a crossing point for Al. However, there is no need to report a crossing point. I'm sure he would say that right now.

"But I don't know, is it amazing? Then I wanted you to tell me."

"It would be awesome from people's point of view. But I wouldn't be if I did to him. Besides, he's mean... and you didn't think he was dressed well."

Kyle knew the mean and stunning part of his best friend. I was extremely reluctant to show the process of effort and moved to be able to do it all from the beginning. It was nothing but disgrace to William that he was still not a hundred captains, and it may have been disgraceful to tell Kyle and the others. branched off again with Kyle, and decided that he would go his way...

"Well, let's take a look at him from afar. Clear him up. And that man's share."

Kyle remembers. the figure of a woman who would only remember three people in this country. Beautiful smile. And remember with my best friend, who leaves a shadow behind because of his sister and brother. I'll never see you two smile again.

"Yeah. I'll take a good look"

Kyle and Favela slip through the back streets and get to the best sights humans on the table don't know. It overlooks the Arcadia that spreads beneath its eyes, the folk grass that floats and ecstatics in repeated victories and the monsters of this country that stare at it.

"Looks like garbage. All you have to do is die."

"Don't be careless. I don't know. It makes sense that when a human is dead, his mind doesn't move."

Kyle and the others see from afar. William's world.

There's nothing Kyle and the others can do to help. I know that, but that's why...

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The people see the royal majesty and know it again. that a king is heaven, and a people is earth. that people have minutes and a place to be. The royals wave to the people shaken by luxurious carriages. The distance from the people is not so far apart, but the difference between him and me is absolute. Nobody even wants to reach out.

"Horseback riding! Horseback riding is approaching the carriage!

Someone in the people points a finger. It's inferior who saw it. Just something to ride on a horse and something to look down from heaven in a big carriage. Something to walk down the ground from a horse. Something that sits in a big carriage and snorts from heaven. This difference is absolute. Don't shake it.

"That's the white mask, is it?

The Founding Memorial is a festival. Arcadia's last festival for winter more than this. Therefore, the main street will not be busy and quiet.

But now, indeed, the streets, the whole country has quieted down.

By just one person getting off the horse and walking on.

"Wow. This is again"

Airhardt saw more than heaven. A single thread finally grabbed by a fool whose presence is inferior to that of Mushkellah crawling through the earth, reaching out to heaven with disproportionate minutes. You have to let it go. I think it's ugly and beautiful at the same time.

William Lewis appeared refreshed.

White mask, white outfit. The white and unclean figure is not in the Musikela crawling through the earth. The white outfit is embroidered with blue and gold, and the white steel that protects all creates the smell of martial arts. The sword that is lowered from the waist is the Lucitanian sword that I love to use. The sheath that delivers it is also a combination of artistry and functionality designed by Rutgard.

He is now your son and a samurai.

"White, knight."

Someone said. It cleaves silence and propagates it to large numbers. No one thinks of a 'white mask' that's just mysterious anymore.

He who unites you and the martial arts. People call it a knight.

Beautiful knights don't compromise their beauty, not even down from their horses. Just walk is a painting. It's just there and it becomes a painting. Being is the art, being itself is the sword.

"It is before you. Take that mask off, Captain William Ten."

Life from heaven. There's no way a knight would disobey you. Without hesitation, William takes off his mask.

"Oh!"

The people took their breath. The face I've hidden so much. The true figure that has been so secret. There were many ways to see hiding as a sign of ease. But still, people expect it. Hidden, exotic, Ichii hero. to its enigmatic existence. View romance.

"Excuse me, Your Majesty. I want you to forgive me for exposing yourself to an ugly appearance."

The world rocks.

The face open from the mask was an attractive man, no matter who saw it. While his face is neutral, the path he has taken gives him martial arts, men. The slender muscles of the nose, the cleavage eyes, highlight his chivalry. Extremely its gray hair. Pure white without mingling. People raise their voiceless voices to the fantastic sight of rustling.

The royalty and the nobles watching from the surrounding buildings were also breathtaking. There was even something that fainted at its too beauty. The envy of heaven has already vanished. All eyes are poured on William Lewius just one person.

Shining brilliance at the bottom of the earth. When we first met, it was not enough to take. I don't think it's enough to threaten my position now. But the light is definitely increasing at an incredible rate. From now on, maybe...

"Your Majesty, the promotion of just ten captains. I don't even have to annoy His Majesty's hands. Will you let me be your substitute while you cross the border?

In the words of Airhardt, the eyes of a man sitting on the throne glow dull.

"Say it now, Airhardt. Man under your eyes, I can see how concerned you are"

Even though a man sitting nearby tries to pinch his mouth, he can only press silence with one glance of the throne.

"Fine. Nothing more annoying than the rest of your hands. Whatever you want."

With heavenly forgiveness, Airhardt rose.

But it's Airhardt.

Called to rest, Airhardt turns to the throne.

"You know what I mean"

The voice is profound and transcendent. All the royalty who were there snarled their throats. In kings and royalties, what you carry is different. The king is lonely and absolute. Hence...

"Regardless, Your Majesty. Stay overwhelmed."

The understudy also needs to be put together.

Airhardt von Arcadia appeared bright.

Heaven and earth intersect. An absolute golden man and a monster dressed in silver skin. Its essence is similar. The backbone is the same. Oddly enough, those who lived in heaven more than at the beginning and those who crawled up from the bottom of the earth, felt each other resemble each other.

…………

The people are about to be burned in the eyes by the gold. The nature of the Absolute was too dazzling for a people living at the bottom of a slightly darker land. Burn your eyes, melt your brain, and take your heart. Airhardt is fully equipped with its qualities as a king.

"It is the second prince of the Kingdom of Arcadia, Airhardt von Arcadia, in the name of Eduardo King of Arcadia! Come before me! Captain William Lewis Ten."

In this world, 'power' is justice.

"Happy. My Lord, Lord Airhardt von Arcadia."

Force, intelligence, financial power, power. Its overall strength is the value of a person. If any of them were outstanding, it would be one person or another. If I'm jumping through, I can say I'm a genius.

William's walk does not stare, and there is no sway in Airhardt's smile.

And its' power ', the most outstanding of all overall power, is called the King.

"Good for you, my knight. Ask my knight, William Lewis. Do you, Arcadia II Army, pledge allegiance to this army that Air Hart serves as Commander-in-Chief?

Airhardt is born with supreme power.

"I swear on my sword."

William was born with the lowest power.

"Thou art faithful to our king, Eduardo."

Both that could not have been staggered.

"I swear."

"Do you, O Arcadia of our glory, give your life?"

"This life, to our Arcadia"

Airhardt pulls out a sword strapped to his hips and adds a sword to William's heart. William, I won't let it be slight. Airhardt goes in even further.

"This Airhardt von Arcadia, whose life William Lewius is the king's name, will receive! Raise your face. My knight."

A falling blade dripping blood. My gaze staggered in the form of looking up at it.

"Captain William Lewius Ten. I will make thee captain of a hundred men of our army."

The crowd boiled out simultaneously. It was a clear result, but still a popular one for the people emerged. Enough for a reason to boil.

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Finally William grabbed one end of power and showed it to him. Life that started at the bottom. Its fate changes dramatically. From the bottom of the earth to heaven. Only move forward from here.

Airhardt had set aside a beat and was observing William. The status of a hundred captains finally grabbed. I guess you're thinking about how you're going to make use of it. Already a state of mind not here. Airhardt smiles. Still looking like a cute ambitious guy.

Still this is not a good place to distract yourself on stage.

"And my knight William Lewis. Let thee be a knight in our kingdom of Arcadia. Show the title how shameless it works."

the world, and William himself shook.

"Wow, wow, wow!"

The people raise their ambition. Ichii's hero earned the title of knight. More intimate than noble and so on, even though they are of exotic origin. The people had overlaid themselves with the citizens (William) and floated in the fact that it would rise to height.

"Surprised? Mr. William."

Airhardt speaking to William in a whisper. It was the first time I had been heard in a private matter.

"Of course your work is twelve minutes, you deserve a knight. But you know what I mean. That's not enough for you guys to get up. Heaven won't let me rise. You're all over yourself, aren't you? It's a long way to go, Captain Hundred."

Naturally, but it's all prospective. I can see a connection with nature if I find out that Angelm has made a complaint. No one will know what kind of hand I used.

"Who turned their hand?

William asks this again in a small voice. Airhardt deepens his smile even as he hears it.

"... you still don't know. Ku, ku. You are funny. And there's luck. But there are too many gaps to do it in the Royal Palace. You exposed your hand tag to that question. Be careful."

I guess some force still worked. Apparently, Airhardt thought William had moved that by about half. But I didn't know William. If there is, about Angelm. But Kruger is a martial artist. I have no right to do this to my knighthood.

No, I don't care about that. Not good, but never a big problem in this setting. The biggest problem lies in the breadth of myself, which has now shown loosening by gaining a knighthood at this moment.

"I'll invite you to my mansion soon. It's an elegant party, though."

No kidding. Something must have touched the airhardt harp line. royalty or those close to it if they are in the midst of Airhardt. It's a hell of a story about qualities, etc.

"Pleasure."

Even as William, there's no reason to say no. I'm not even in a position to say no.

"Keep it up. I'm betting on you."

That's what Airhardt said. He turned his back on William. It was only an exchange between the two of us that engraved my superiority and inferiority.

In the end it all remained mysterious, elsewhere a fanatically floating folk, and William was sweating at this situation of not knowing.

(Knights? What the hell happened? Who moved? Taylor has no such connections, and Kruger has a different field. Osvalt? Impossible)

No matter how much you put your head to work, you won't get an answer. Too little information.

The enthusiasm overheats. It's going to be a lot busy today. Knight and a hundred captains. Things that are just like Carl and have completely different connotations. The more I thought about it, the more I felt fitted into Dotsubo.

(Above all... I showed that guy my bottom now. You're betting on me. You're kidding. How dare you look down from your high cousin)

Still, he smiles and waves at the people. The people are important to William. If you made me want to support William, who's not a nobleman, it's no exaggeration to say he won already. You can't go up there if the nobles like you, but if the people don't like you, you lose your support. It should come in handy when the lower support stands on top.

"William! William! William!"

"Long live Arcadia!

Before winter, the people of Arcadia were in the midst of fanaticism.

(Fuck you. Watch it now. Be sure to smash those thin laughs to pieces)

Except for who I am.