Tower of Karma

William Lewius stood alone in front of Count Vlad's mansion. Angelum seemed to have plotted a lot to follow, but he crushed it all and left it. It is still premature to stand out and follow Angelm. It could be weird, and it would be repugnant that the chivalry style of citizenship of aristocracy is obeyed in the first place.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting. The Count will see you."

A good looking maid puts William inside the gate.

"I'll be here. Sir William."

"Thanks"

The Counts looked exactly like nobles. Brilliant, gorgeous, sparkling. Flowers dance this time of year and the sound of water flowing. Beautiful and fragrant, it cost more than anything else.

(Exactly what it feels like to be a sentencing nobleman)

I can't feel the bonelessness that was in Kruger's or Osvalt's house at all. Blood, battle, swords, bows. Something far from here. Events. Love flowers, sing songs, talk love. It's like paradise.

(Oh.................. kimochi)

William was distorting his face under the mask. I feel like I'm going to throw up every step of the way. It is not certain if there was a sister here. It would be more likely he wasn't there. The whole city passes here to create such a miserable state.

"If you bend this corner, it will be the Count's private room."

The maid doesn't seem willing to go any further, pointing her stopping hand towards the door.

"Thank you for your guidance, thank you"

William stands in front of the indicated door.

It was felt that the maid was asking how she was doing behind her back without turning a gaze. It is not obvious, but it is perceived at the edge of the eye, one foot at a time being discerned.

(A hired escort? Fairly strong)

I don't feel as intimidated as White Dragon, but I'm definitely a master. If I'd been under close protection by that, I'd be in immediate retribution for an assassin in line.

(Well, I don't care. I'm not gonna kill Vlad today.)

William puts his hand on the handle of the door.

(Come on, let's see it. Count Vlad!)

You pull slowly, your vision expands a little bit.

"Welcome Captain William Lewius. No, should I call you Sir William?

As it was carved that day, Count Vlad was there. He is sitting in a chair, smoking a pipe and smiling at William with a warm look. The face was so inferior to William's eyes.

"Thank you for meeting me today despite all your sudden promises"

William bows his head.

"It's tough. Make it a little easier. Sit down first."

Vlad pointed to the chair in front of himself. Keep your head down again,

"Excuse me."

I said and sat in the chair. Vlad and I, face to face.

"Congratulations first. Hundreds of captains, knighthood, neither readily available. Stretch your chest."

Vlad speaks with a gentle voice as if he were my father.

William was desperately dampening the mood he was about to laugh out. The man who hated him so much, the man who remembered so much anger, is in front of William with his father's face. Would there be such a joke?

William was at his best because he suppressed his willingness to kill, which seemed to overflow from the depths of his heart. I have enough control to keep it down.

"... no. All thanks to Count Vlad."

"Oh, my God," Vlad snaps his neck. But I don't deny it.

"Your work has reached my ears, too. There would be as many as I wanted to recommend knighthood, etc. Of course I'm one of them."

Smiling Vlad. The eyes behind it are not laughing. Just like Laurent, he deserves William. Peek into William's abyss like a snooze, a close one.

"That's right. It's not good that there's no booze in the conversation. Very bad. William, have a nice drink for you."

The door opens wide open. The flow as if the steps had been arranged. No, actually...

"I brought you alcohol. Father."

I guess it was organized.

"Oh, Victoria. Don't you ever feel comfortable?"

"Well, if you're a father"

Beautiful. She is a very beautiful woman. Not even in William's knowledge. A troublesome atmosphere you deserve to call yourself a deep-window maid. Standing and behaving without gaps, fluffy aromas of roses.

(I see. Hands like that)

William had a point.

"Let me introduce you, Mr. William. My daughter, Victoria, will be fifteen this year."

"I am Victoria von Bernbach. Thank you for your continued support, Master William."

Exactly a large wheel of flowers. I can do no more as a daughter of nobility. Did I just say Vlad's Confidence?

"I haven't yet mastered enough dancing and manipulation to get it out to the social world, but I think the instrumentality is good. What do you think?

William was full because he hides his bitter laughter.

Vlad is trying to do William some things. The easiest way to get inside that person, is to become an affinity. Too soon, and hard to say no. William saw the monster in front of him for the first time without emotion.

There's a smiling monster there.

"What do you think, what?

William listens back in agony, but Vlad's grin doesn't break.

"How old are you this year?

"... I thought you were twenty-two"

"Hmm, good year. You can say it's the perfect way to get married and consolidate yourself."

I won't let you make an escape. William is aware of the cold sweat that flows on his back. Probably a civilian, this is how Vlad does it. I am well aware of the effects of every word. I make good use of my differences of position. William can't get through this right now.

"Father. It's a little too much."

William learned the feeling of his escape being lost. There is no hitter. No, the hitters are not that clever, they are all bad hands, or packed.

"Hmm? Right. But it's the edge of the corner. Hey. What do you think of William?

What follows this is a word that demonstrates a socio-ordinary-favor. Now check mate, more than William can say no. It will be taken in by Vlad. William needs to think about the case.

"I love it!

For a moment, the air on this spot froze. Victoria's smile also freezes. It smelled so twisted from its smile and words that so pleasantly, so nasty, so deep a window of the lady's statue collapsed in an instant.

"… Oh, I'm very fond of you. Oh ho."

Vlad can get his hands on his forehead. My smile broke for the first time and my sigh spilled.

"... you're a good lady"

Vlad once interviewed William and took his gaze off. Beyond the gaze, of course.

"... Victoria"

She is my daughter.

"... what is it, father?

Victoria desperately tries to fix up the atmosphere of the roots. The smile is on my face.

"I heard Wilhelmina taught me how to say hello."

"I was taught. … about enough"

"How do you do that?

"Tellegia, hey. … about five minutes"

"... the one named you. That's not what happened."

William stood still. Victoria being preached. Vlad giving a sermon. An exchange where you can even feel the cheers of a parent and a child, and look at that...

What the hell is this?

William...

Don't be ridiculous!

The little monster in it roared.

This is the sight of an evil, outrageous man who took my sister. If he was a cunning and troublesome enemy as a nobleman, William could also ravage it in full cloudiness. One of the scales was visible. I was just getting my mind ready to fight too. That's what I thought when I was an enemy enough to avenge him. The other guy...

(You took my lady, you took my lady!)

The tower snapped inside William. Flirting and rocking William. I'm screaming. An exasperating Al. The other self, who had recently been thorough in the static. I'm yelling to kill him, to offend him, to take him away. I'm eating and scattering reason in this place right now, and I'm yelling at you to lose everything, but kill me.

Parental love I couldn't get even if I wanted Al. The love of my sister, who existed as an alternative. Teng himself, who took them, is showing a loving sight in front of him. That love, if you don't take it, if you don't ravage it, I'm sorry.

(Easy, fool. There's no way I can do anything in this place right now!)

There's no point in completing revenge here. Only a fundamental part of a large book becomes a blister. Instead of grasping the heavens, we turn back to the earth. Besides, if you fell by your own will, you can no longer go up or anything like that. You shouldn't either.

"Eh heh. I'm sorry."

"Not ehehe. You really..."

William is behind the mask and he steps on 'Al' inside. Steady and thoughtfully crush. Whatever you yell at, you don't give yourself control even if it's a step. A process such as killing Vlad no longer. It's nothing but stupidity and stupidity.

"- Anyway, back off once. And then I'll talk to you."

"Ugh, I get it. Good morning, Master William."

Victoria is leaving softly. She was also far from the lady when she left, and Vlad sighed once again deeply. And bow your head deeper towards William.

"I'm sorry. My foolish daughter has gone rogue. Those sisters grew up a little more quietly... but this is all you need to know"

Vlad's eyes glow. Nor is William missing enough to miss that.

"I'm in love with you. That day, I made that the first time I attended a place like that. Yeah, that's right, the day me and William met, the day you protected us from the assassins, the day the smoke disappeared and the moonlight lit up your face. Since that day, Victoria hasn't thought of William Lewis for a while."

Once again, William steps on a voice crawling up from his own feet. Not if you are confused by such a voice. Vlad is shifting policies and trying to use his daughter's mistakes to surround William again. Probably better this way in escape spiciness.

"There was one thing that didn't interest me about dancing and manipulation, which is that I thought of you. Though I seem to soon get tired of it. There will be, well, unsuitable for everyone. Yeah."

I'm appealing to love.

My daughter loves you so much. Then Vlad is asking if you are. [M]

"I appreciate the story. But."

You can't put your opponent on any more.

"Though I got my knighthood, I'm still in the civil class. Of nobility, and nurturing love with the young lady of the Count's house, etc., would not be appropriate."

William's cut back. Vlad doesn't even loosen up.

"I'm telling you I'm good. Is that a shortage?

A word of Vlad stuffing. I can't say anything if the top ones say this to me.

…………

William explores several options. But there are no valid routes. William, who is the inferior being if Vlad really pushes in the first place, will have to say yes. At the end of the day, this is up to Vlad's discretion.

"I guess it was a little mean. I'm sorry. But my daughter is serious. And keep it in mind that I'm serious, too."

Vlad's smile. I feel the intent of putting it on hand here. I'm not going to rush you off, but I'm pretty sure you're willing to take William in. Some sensations are already caught in Count Vlad's spider's nest.

"... ok"

William could only squeeze out a word. If I add something, I'll definitely poke that coarse. Vlad had considerable experience as a civilian. He is familiar with manipulation of words, guiding methods, tricks and habits, and many things.

William, who has grown so far as a martial arts officer, but still looks like an amateur in terms of sentences. Against is the pros who spend their daily lives on it. I don't have enough experience to win.

"If you say so, you forgot."

Vlad poured a glass of wine that emitted a sweet fragrance. Recommend it to William, and hold it in his hand again himself.

"I'm late, but let's make a toast. to our encounter."

"To meet"

The glass rings. Good tone of crystal glass ear loss.

William and Vlad, it is the sound of war.

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William ended his collusion with Vlad, who had no contents, but couldn't get out of nervousness. I drank about four glasses of fine grape wine. If, of course, he was drunk, the next morning there would have been William, who would have risen flashly beside Victoria.

Mouth shots and booze attacks, making these two very unacceptable mistakes. If your mouth slips, they use you, and if you drown in booze, a fait accompli is made before you know it. If you show a gap, the bad is the same as on the battlefield. No, I guess this is the battlefield for civilians. Sometimes it's harder on this side because you can't pull reason repeatedly with force.

"It was a great time. I haven't had this much time."

Satisfactory Count Vlad. What you get is a connection. Connection with William.

"It's almost winter. Let's get out of Arkas. Come again. My daughter is looking forward to it."

William, in exchange for his knighthood, put Count Vlad within half his body. Of course, it was impossible to avoid it, but there is a possibility that this knight's position will be extraordinarily high.

"Of course, Count. We will definitely revisit."

"The Count and others are behaving. Would you call me Father at this time?"

I'm joking and I'm telling you, but my eyes aren't laughing.

"haha"

Avoid responding. In any response this fits into the dotsubo. Positive responses are used, and even negative responses are still used. Silence is gold. At least now I have to laugh and delude myself.

"Now if you'll excuse me. Thank you for seeing me today. Including everything else, we will definitely fulfill this return at a later date."

Vlad frowns "ho". Various, that is, the return of the knighthood. William is going to return it in something more than he made clear he would return it in any way. Something shaped, or something shapeless?

"I'm looking forward to it. My friend William Lewis."

Vlad asking for a handshake. And William responds with a smile.

"We will do well to meet your expectations"

That being said, William releases his hand from Vlad, twirls his cape and turns his back.

"Bye."

Vlad stares faceless at William's back as he walks away. The eyes continued to set the rules until the end of the day. Make sure the pawn you get performs.

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William was thinking about how to stand around in the future as he walked. Meeting Vlad took William a long way forward. Treated very differently with just a hundred captains and a hundred captains with knighthood. Since William is a citizen class, the knighthood with some aristocratic class rights is still huge. I was going to put Vlad inside me for that.

(Limit of assassination. Apparently you can fulfill it)

Even as William, this development, in fact, was a pretty tasty situation. The math for killing Vlad, getting inside him, makes it quite easy. All you have to do is figure out how to perform it and how to kill it. After shaving to the bone marrow, of course.

(I need to get around well though. Too much in will shackle you, and you won't be able to make a good performance if you don't. Let them wait up to five years. It has to be the best show ever. Of course, don't question me)

Everything comes in from here. The magnitude of the responsibility, the rise in position, complicates relations with many, turning them into paths to the world in heaven, obstacles. A horrible world that would cause death if you took a wrong step. The higher you go, the greater the shock will be when you make a mistake and fall.

(Well, how do you use it? I'm trying to use this house.

White tongue touches William's lips. William's thoughts stop just a little to the sudden chill of the descent. It is white, fluffy snow, and the coming of winter.

(I thought it would be cold today. Well, it's not enough.)

I still don't have a problem with the day, but it gets pretty cold at night. Winter footsteps. And it is also a footstep of death for the slave identity and the lower people. Many freeze to death every year without surviving a harsh winter. It becomes precious, even though it also stores food, and those who cannot afford to store it will have to starve to death. Cold and hungry, winter takes many lives.

William is no longer in that position. Both Kyle, who reigns as the king of high-paid gladiators, and Favela, who is firmly at the forefront of bandit operations, are in a position to prevent cold and hunger. Think about it. It's what's come this far. When I was living with my sister, I said I was ready to die.

(Hey, I'm getting stronger. I'm not afraid of winter anymore. I'm starving, and I can sleep in a warm blanket. Still, what doesn't fill up as much as those days?)

William realizes what a cancer he is. A different self from the self filled with the grievances of the deceased, where a big hole is decaying with holes. My sister used to fill me up there. Nothing now. I can't bury it there in Kyle or Favela. You can't bury it.

William didn't know what was missing. Even if I knew, I was afraid to put someone in there, something. William, like Kyle, is afraid of loss. Don't try to have the difference with Kyle from the beginning. If there's nothing to protect, if there's nothing to love, there's nothing to lose. Because of Kyle and Favela's weakness in the end.

Fu, the figure of someone floating in the back of his brain. William shakes his head if that's not possible.

"Oh, you know. Dear William."

Long time no thought gap. It was always decided 'that woman' to sew that gap. Before we put ourselves together in the morning, just a little communication to exchange there, that should have been all.

"Hey, why are you here? And aren't you cold in such thin clothes!?

The first bend from the Bernbach mansion, and even so where I needed to walk a little, Victoria, whom I had just met for the first time, stood shaking. I'm not wearing the dress that I was wearing earlier, an outfit that would probably be a sleeping roll. There's no way it's not cold.

"It's not cold."

Without lending his ears to the wasted strengths, William puts his feather-woven cape on his shoulder. Neither was this done out of kindness, to keep Vlad from getting angry standing on the status quo. I have no idea what would happen if I ignored it. I wasn't so stupid about William.

"Also, it's winter already. I never thought it would be this cold."

Victoria laughs "eheh". I don't have the first chunky vibe I showed there. I don't think so.

"Naturally. in that outfit… since when have you stood there"

Victoria tries to count her fingers, but she can't help breaking her fingers because she doesn't have the skill to count her time at night in the first place. You noticed that after a little thought, Victoria blushed a little and lay down her face.

"I left your father's private room, went back to your room, and, uh, and then I waited for you from there,"

William is stunned. I've been talking to Vlad for quite a while. If you were to wait from there, it wouldn't be an hour or two. I waited in this thin outfit.

"Why would you do that? Even this time of year, there are frozen victims."

Some things are crumbling outside drinking and freezing to death as they are. Never let the cold pass this time of year.

"I showed so much embarrassment, I got all kinds of heads around what I would do if they didn't like me, and I wanted to see him again and talk to him and restore the stigma"

Brilliant restoration of stigma.

Victoria shows her teeth and laughs without realizing the difference of words. No shards of aristocracy either. That's why it's bad.

"I'll ask you as many times as you want."

"Really!?

For a long time Victoria stops near William. Holding William's hand with a cold, prickly hand, his face not ten centimeters away from his nose tip.

"Um, me, I was so scared then, I was shaking behind your father. Then Master William will defeat the enemy and help your father, and so will I.... It was my first time! When I saw one of the guys, my chest got hot! Beautiful, cool, like a prince in a story. I've been thinking about Master William ever since that day. I've been praying to see you someday."

Victoria talking down like a fury. He talks happily, really happily. William could also understand that there was no lie in that word. It's not difficult for William to detect a lie right now. The smell of lies, it didn't at all.

Horribly exfoliating emotions.

"Then you said your father would nominate Master William as a knight! I wasn't sure, but then your father told me I'd see you again. I jumped up happy. Eh heh."

Look at the smile on his face, William is about to distort his face. That face is too...

"I gathered my sisters and sisters for a big meeting. I immediately raised my hand as to what that agenda would do with someone to marry Master William. She was actually the first candidate for one younger sister, but Ernesta was pre-fed and bought. Let me abstain and I'll see you."

All the while Victoria lays her face down just a little bit.

"I've been trying to study manners and language since that day, but I didn't even get this look in my head at all, and I put up with the treats. Really. I just ate a little bit."

I don't know what to say, he is a person full of gaps. A slightly heterogeneous opponent among the people William has met. Something like a female version of Carl. It feels pretty damned bad, and there's a common point about not being able to resist exposing yourself.

"My advice failed, and I thought they hated me, so I stopped eating sweets. But my chest was spreading, I rolled around in bed, I fell, I hit my forehead, and so I came up with it. Yeah, we're gonna ambush him to talk."

If you look closely, Victoria's mouth has a cusp of sweets on it. My forehead is also slightly swollen and red. Victoria was a little, no, pretty weird enough to want to suspect that she was really an aristocratic lady.

"If I did, I'd see you!

Victoria's full smile. William finds it horrible.

"I like you. Since I first met him, I've touched him today and liked him more. Please marry me. There are many places I can't get to, but there's love there. And I'm good at moving my body and making sweets!

Too straight balls. No turning roads, no lies, no convenience, just putting what you think in your mouth. So much momentum.

"Ku, ku, hahaha!

William laughed so hard. I lied to myself too much, I didn't know what was true, and I really laughed because I didn't think about when this kind of laughter was the first time, that kind of intentional stuff, or anything else, and I just laughed.

"Wow, it's not about laughing. I mean it!

Victoria gets upset and puffy about it. I'm about to erupt into that figure again, but I suppress it and see Victoria there.

William understands.

"I'm sorry. Just too impetuous a confession. This is the first experience I've ever had. I've never been this close to a woman."

Did William tell you to notice the sense of distance, Victoria pulls back even more as she blushes, seemingly wandering just a little bit.

"Have you never dated a woman?

"You don't. I've been on the battlefield all my life."

"Do you have permission to marry in your country?

"I'm not here. If I were here, I wouldn't be in this country."

Victoria makes a small, gutsy pose. It seems Victorian fashionable to exaggerate emotions one way or another. It doesn't seem more and more aristocratic.

"Then you have no problem marrying me!

Victoria leans first. William laughed bitterly wondering if he had come.

"It's a corner encounter. I want to take a little more care of this encounter. I want to take the time to cultivate this connection with the good fortune of meeting Vlad and Victoria."

Victoria is shocked to realize she was turned down in the dark.

"... who likes you?

"I'm not here. That's not what I want, we want time to know each other. Aren't you in a hurry or something? You may know me and be disillusioned. It's too late to regret it."

I'm upset, Victoria. After just a little silence, I opened my mouth.

"I won't regret it. I think it would be much more regrettable to lose this feeling. But I also know you need time. I'm just wondering if I was in too much of a hurry. Eh, it's coming, isn't it?!

Victoria, with her face up, still smiles. A grin and a full smile.

"Know more about Master William, like more about Master William, and be sure to let Master William like you! Take my full power!

That's what Victoria has been holding onto disappointingly. With so much passion that the snow swells, it is a declaration of war as Victoria.

William understands. This woman says it's terribly dangerous for her.