Tower of Karma

It was actually the first time in years that William had stepped down to the land of the former Ratlkia. We fought the "White Bear" here, and dropped one country for no reason. It is the land where William made the leap. So emotional.

"First, we need to meet Lord Yang, the commander of the regiment who leads the army on the north side"

"Oh, I'll be right there"

William looks out at the unchanging horizon of silver. The season I visited before was summer. At that time, there was no greater sense of being north. This thick snow informs William. that the area is far north of Arkas.

"Master William?

See William, who Angelm can't move.

"No, think it's a good view."

"Is it? I feel so lonely."

William laughs bitterly at Angelm's response. I was thinking exactly the same thing. Said it was lonely. Empty, nothing, no sparks to burn. Everything gets covered in white snow. Hate, even desire...

"If I were born here, how would I have lived?

Born and raised at the bottom of Arkas. Around is comparable everywhere. The capital created by the business of those who swirl in desire. Compared to that, how quiet is it here? Of course there are disparities. People are alive, there can be no equality. Still, William sees a world too harsh for this man to live in.

If this thick snow had crushed my desires. My sister and I would have slept under this snow. That's hell again, too, but I was wondering if it could have been more salvative than it is now.

(Don't call me that. Hey, didn't you just stop for a second? Can't even forgive that, you guys)

William's contents, resentment, hatred, the business itself. Remember, you don't have time to stop, you don't have the right to stand back, you don't have the right to leave. Nothing to love, nothing to love, nothing to be filled with, nothing to be filled with.

All we have to do is take the killer and build up our business. It is unacceptable to stop.

"Did you say something?

It didn't sound like Angelm because it was a small whine. You're right that William didn't let me hear it. It's still impossible to show your weak self to others.

"Nothing. Shall we go? Say hello to our chief."

William stopped stopping. These days swollen contents erode not only during sleep, but also in these everyday mundane moments. Tower of an enlarged business as a result of continuing to win and take the battle. The grudging voice echoes in the back of my head. I couldn't even stop.

William keeps walking. without stopping that leg.

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"Hey, you guys are the rumored pair. Sounds brilliant. I hope so."

Arcadia Second Army Legion Commander, Jan von Zeekt's first impression was of an old man who could not be remembered. The irresistible look and do of stroking the irresistible facade, the cat back that depicts an ugly curve, and the inertial beard that embodies the middle management position.

Angelm was clapping out. It is far from the information that was obtained beforehand, but because of this.

"I have some tea I picked up from the south. I wonder where you did it? Haha, sorry. In a messy room. I've been in charge of the Northern Region for ten years. You're going to be insensitive."

The appearance of a scattered room is no longer something past the old man.

"Um, just to say hello today,"

Angelum says, gently stills Jan spicy.

"Hmm? Well, can I drink tea at any time? By the way, there's also military chess (Strachez)... you don't play it."

Jan looks at Williams as he puffs and scratches his head.

"Welcome to the North for now. It's a second-army border. Take your time. As a matter of fact, Baldias' boss pulled out the division chief who was his subordinate. Angelum, the leading captain of the hundred, is the number two here. I'm not gonna do anything, and you can do whatever you want."

Satisfied to throw everything cheeky, Jan enjoys a bespoke rocking chair, a cup of tea she would have made herself by keeping her back in a rocking chair. Every step of the way was filled with sloppiness and lack of hegemony.

Because this is the Commander of the Legion, the world is the end.

"Now if you'll excuse me, Captain Yang Legion. Whoa, there's just one thing I'd like to ask you before I do."

William asks in playful terms. Jan turned her gaze to William.

"Like it, you said, is there anything inconvenient about winning?

I laugh at William's face, and I laugh at Jan's face again.

"I don't. You can do whatever you want if you don't lose. What do you want me to sign?

"You won't need it. I'll see you later. Tea and military chess, Professor."

"Nice. You are going to be strong. [M] Much more than I am."

"Be modest."

William looks to Angelm. He made another meeting and left Jan's room.

Jan sips tea all alone.

"Was he right? Oh, scary, scary."

The eyes behind the loosely shaking hot air were diluted and extended. Is that the color of vigilance, or another covert grin, only this man knows that.

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"It's not the same impression you get from rumors. That self-depraved Legion Commander would be about him, even if he looked across Arcadia."

Angelm describes the findings he has received. William goes forward. I can't let Angelm find out about that look.

"Really? I felt like a rumor. Baldias' right arm in" Immovable, "it seems. I can cut my head off, and it's funny how you flew your men out of your way to measure us. I don't seem to be motivated at all, but that's a delightful miscalculation. It would be a pain in the ass if you were motivated by that."

Angelm was surprised. Indeed, it is a strange story to have a corps leader but not a division leader. It's also a strange story that the leading 100 captains are the next point across some wide area of responsibility: the North. There is of course a chance of coincidence. But William didn't see it that way.

"I took the word. Let's just lay the groundwork so we can do whatever we want."

William moves on. For the time being, 'up there' seems to be on Williams' side. The best cover for the Williams is to do nothing up there. I'd appreciate it if it would let Angelm, or William, grip over real power. It only wields its full power.

North and William go well together. The person brought such nonsense to his mind.

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William and Angelm remained silent across the street. Both floating are tannic surfaces. The smile I was showing until the other day is lurking.

"Naturally, but it seems that the old Ratorchian people are not on our side"

"You won't have a choice. It's a different country, and there's a difference in temperature between the winning and losing sides."

William sighs.

"Plus I have my own personal reasons. Enemies who defeated the 'White Bear', the hero of this country. Besides, the way it was done was when it was pretty dirty. Most of them won't admit me."

The opponent William defeated was not a lined hundred captains. It is the shruvestel of Ratlkia's proud hero, the White Bear. In addition, he was sometimes underpowered at the time in William, hitting 'hands' with quite a bit of variety. You can tell by looking at Shrvestel's body. That is not the body of a warrior. At the end of the day it was a one-handed settlement, but the process leading up to it is a gloomy word. It is also understandable that whoever finds out about it can't help but hate and hate William.

"It's troublesome, but I just have to move. Do you want to use hate?"

William was a moving being without waiting for the snow to melt. The first success of the year, first of all, must be appealed to Vlad and the aristocrats who gained it and became cordial. "The White Knight" I met said it was a useful existence. He said if I put it on William's side, there would be no mistake.

"Let them gather the troops around here. Especially the old Ratlkian army."

William's thoughts solidified. It's a force move, but we have to. Besides...

(Long time no see, what are you serious about)

William himself was interested in how strong he was now.

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There it was wrapped in unusual fervor. Passion to melt even white snow. The flurry of hatred had become a tsunami of intent to kill and was directed at one William. A great man to stir the flames that were dull. There's no way the old Ratorchian military can forgive the man who killed the hero and killed the country.

A place that has long been a coliseum.

"Thank you all for coming together. Many of you will see it first. My name is William Lewis, and for half the people here, it's called hatred."

William Lewius, the White Knight, the man who stands with a grin in its center. His incitement increases his willingness to kill even more. Some were still at a glance trying to squeeze their weapons and penetrate them.

The Arcadia side is also not in a welcoming mood against newcomers who suddenly emerged. A situation where Angelm is the only ally on this occasion. It is not a good situation.

"As soon as you get together like this to get along with you all today. Everyone in the Arcadia North should help this weak newcomer named William. Would all of you in old Latorchia please let everything flow into the water and fight with me?

The intent to kill increases to the extreme. Destroyed the country. They killed a hero. Ten people who did that are telling me to pour it into the water. to boulders. That was beyond their tolerance.

"Die, motherfucker!

Throw the axe that some had in their hands impatiently. That goes to the back of William's head as he rotates. Outside sight, an attack that strikes behind your back.

"The people of the North are healthy and good"

Without even looking back at it, William tilts his neck and squeezes. Not only that, but I took an axe that passed my face and passed in front of me with ease. Gentle gestures as if handed fluffy. And with that soft hand, you use recoil.

"But I don't think enough"

Flat as it was, William threw the axe back. Much faster, much more precise, and instantaneous, but enormous, concentrating blows than the man who threw them in anger.

"To?"

I broke the man's head vertically and thoughtfully. A man's body flies backwards in too much momentum. At the same time, there was blood. Old Latrukian and Arcadian military men who end up. Only Angelm is smiling.

"I've come to get along with all of you. Do you understand? You can't get along with a rogue who raises his hand to a superior officer, can you? I'm glad you understand."

disrespectful. The tone of incitement remains the same. But the impression I received earlier was too different. He changed from being a fool to a superior officer who slaughtered the fool lightly.

Fear dominates this place.

"I don't know. White Monkey of the Cowardly."

William turns his gaze to those who speak. There stood a woman with flowing silver hair, taking the inflexible men. An atmosphere distinctly different from the others. The men surrounding him alone are quite fierce, but the woman is clearly stronger than them.

"Are you going to threaten me? Cheap geisha. That you can know the bottom."

A woman moves further forward. William narrowed his eyes under the mask.

"I'll see you first. Excuse me. What's your name?

"I don't feel the need to name it"

Has a large axe with a long handle carried by a woman. And every one that followed it took out his weapon. The atmosphere changes.

"Everyone will no longer be the limit. We have lost our motherland, our possessions have been trampled upon, and we are being ridiculed by the hatred now before us. Ratlkia is a small country. Still, it was a country more than a hundred years old in contact with Arcadia, the Seven Kingdoms. Can we hang our heads on this kind of man who was a part of that country?

"No!"

The atmosphere of a woman's clump is definitely that of a general. What surrounds them also creates an airy feeling. The atmosphere in Latorchia completely changed. The center of it is this woman.

"My name is Sülvia Nikleinen. It's part of the" White Bear "genealogy!

Shrubestel's daughter, Shrubia Nikleinen, was there.

"Wow wow wow!"

Fill the place with frenzy.

"Turn down the white monkey on this occasion now and make Ratorchia independent again. Everybody, go on with me!

The scream bursts. The Arcadia soldiers have nothing but fear of war. It's not weird when the rampant madness is directed at us. The number of soldiers is half, but it will not be a battle between a high morale, strong northern soldier and a soldier who has been flown to a less high border of morale.

"Awanzelm!"

William's voice ran to tear that cry apart. A moment of silence, a grin on Angelm's face.

"All units, stand down!

Decree of Angelm. At that moment a figure appeared in the audience. All fully armed, with an improved crossbow of the Eckhardt proposal made by William on his hands. Larger going the true opposite of lighter weight, obviously not good for people. It is the stone, not the arrow, that is equipped. It has a hand-wrapped handle and is a substitute for far more than the force produced by a person's hand.

Inorganic fear.

"Oh, that's so hateful!

Someone of the soldiers from the north shouted. Angelm deepens his grin when he hears that.

"Then let's try it. Arnault, try it."

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Angelm commands his own soldiers. I have no hesitation with a man named Arnault, Angelm's private soldier. I serve the Kruger family from generation to generation.

Stone unleashed with power beyond man. That was powerful enough to grind a few people together. The person who shot him, even the person who ordered him, is powerful enough to round his eyes. Those who were so badly shot were once again frustrated by the instant tragedy.

"Hatter. Exactly. Hatter. Life is lighter, but flashy is this way. There are also a limited number of human beings who can handle it from inferior weight to continuity. Defective as a weapon. Still... this destructive power would be horrible, wouldn't it?

A freshly-dead body speaks eloquently. Look ravaged by an overwhelming difference in power that can't be helped. If you hit it, you die. Whether it's shielded or armored, it's over when you hit it straight. The fear easily breaks the will. A merciless tragedy that cannot be performed with a bow or sword. Weapons beyond people.

"I'm not trying to wrap it up with fear. I really want to get along. But if you can't, you have no choice. We're gonna have to kill him for breaking orders, aren't we? Hmm?"

William was laughing. Seeing that tragedy, I still laugh with pleasure, using the crazy weapon that Eckhardt's madness spawned.

"Next up is a single shot. Then I'd die a lot. What am I going to do, Shrevia? What am I supposed to do? It's going to be a little rough and I'm going to order you to clean it."

"Come on, there's an outside way!

"A battlefield is ruthless. There seems to be only a few more mistakes, but Arcadia, the Seven Kingdoms like Ratorchia, could perish at any time. I didn't destroy it because it wasn't worth it. Because there was no benefit in getting this northern land through the gap. And it was your fault that perished. A hero, not greatly worthy, died and went down from this fortunate mud boat to the Arcadia military gate under the pretext. It's a country to that extent."

"William Lewis!"

Shrevia and her surroundings arrived under William in unison. Transforming anger into power, turning hate into propulsion. Angelum tried to make him shoot a crossbow, but William stills it with his gaze.

"Get ready! Your uncle's revenge!

"Bad guy, don't argue!

Two big men reached under William earlier. Wave the long-pattern axe as its momentum continues.

"Right. Hate it so much? But..."

William, let's go.

"Oh, my God, there's a miscellaneous fish!

Pull out your sword and blow your opponent with every two long patterns. The two big men opened their eyes with the roar.

"I don't have enough power. Yet I don't see any trace of effort. I can't believe what Temeer and the others are doing!

William's contents erupt. Intention to kill and hatred, which is not their ratio, despair dominates this place. Its out-of-digit negatives easily atrophied a person's mind.

"How many years has it been since Shrvestel died!? In the meantime, I've never been targeted for my life by a bunch of people from the North. You'd kill him normally, wouldn't you? You're gonna get revenge, aren't you? Why don't you do it? Why don't you move when you have a goal? I don't understand that. I don't know what he's up to!

William literally sweeps down the powerful soldiers of the North. William is not the type to push through with his natural force. But daily training, and the accumulated business, make it possible. What's in William that doesn't waste a second and doesn't even allow him to stop. Despair burns them.

"You can't even kill me right now. Can you guys carry a country? Can you stop Arcadia, who crushed his face and got serious? Don't make me laugh, lady."

He knocked everything down, and without cutting a breath, William stood before Shrevia.

"Horses can do it if you want to move after they hang the bait in front of you. You guys are horses? Work your head a little more. Twist your head on what you can do to kill me."

Shrevia waves a big axe at the rash. William takes it with a sword that holds it in one hand lightly. Sülvia is stunned by the difference in force. Those of the North who knew the power of Shrevia were also stunned. Sürvia is weak compared to Sürbester in its full season, but it was archaic to Sürbester after his old age, but he had won over. Yet now,

"If I were to kill an enemy, I'd go into their nostalgia. Twitch and erode, take all of their opponents and stand 'up'. Kill on top of that. I would."

Now,

William pushes Schulvia in with one hand. Shrubia bending her knees.

"Now you guys can't leave one scratch instead of beating me. Not to my body, not to my heart."

Does this make William Lewis look like an overwhelming strong opponent who had to be a coward? In fact, everyone on this occasion thinks. I don't even need to see it anymore. This man is strong, he said. If you do poorly, you might even beat it compared to the whole season of Shrvestel, he said.

"Choose. Either they kill you pointlessly in this place, or you serve me and you wait for me to kill you sooner or later."

William draws his sword. Shrubia was crying. He cried too much of remorse, too much of helplessness, too much of impudence. I despised William for being a coward. I thought my father wouldn't have died if he hadn't used his cowardly hands. But I knew it somewhere in my heart. That 'white bear' can't beat just a coward.

"Choose something else. Serve me and live longer, or die against me, one in two."

I knew it, but I refused to understand. I fled to emotion. The result is now.

"William Lewius"

Then the answer is settled. Profitable, not emotional.

"I will not forgive you. I will kill you one day!

William smiled. eyes colored by that hatred, as if to miss them.

"Fine. I'll be generous if I'm a good person. Encourage me. This neck isn't cheap."

Sülvia, the representative of this occasion, broke. The others were so heartbroken. Fear and awe of William is engraved on everyone on this occasion. There is no trace of dust left to defy. William Lewis looked so mighty now that he scratched out his tiny vengeance, hatred, etc.

"Come on, shall we get along? In the meantime, let's talk about future policies."

There was no one to turn against.