Tower of Karma

"It's a pretty lame thing."

"Because you said you could do whatever you wanted"

William and Jan were pinching the board and the two of them were facing each other. The two stare at each other on a pinching board. It was a play that mimicked the battlefield where some pawns would get into it.

"It's just a feeling. It turns out to be a success, so I don't have anything to say."

"Mm, I got a tough spot"

Two people looking on the board with a serious look, even though they are interested in the public discourse.

The game they are interested in is chess (Chatlanga), which is supposed to originate in Estado, and military chess (Strachez), which was improved to its current form, originated in Garias. The pawn movement is almost no different from that of chess, which is the source, but military chess differs greatly in that it can make the placement within its own formation as much as it can bring the pawn it kills into its allies as a prisoner. Later, the number of pawns and soldiers varied according to the size of the board, resulting in a complex and deep play. Well, when it comes to the size of the board, it's rarely used except as an orthodox.

"But hey. It's hard to use hate."

"... royal hand"

"Well, there you go. But that's through."

Jan's full gag was thru, but the King's Hand prevented it by walling another pawn. But the movement is inside William's thinking. The hands that follow are naturally prepared.

"Well, it does come with a string of tanks (pawns that can move vertically and horizontally as you like). I didn't expect this hand. Shit."

Jan strokes his jaw's inert beard. William thought he had won. There is no way out of this hand. It is essential with the next hand, no matter how to prevent it, it will be packed with the second or third hand.

"I'm going to attack Vilnius in the spring"

William's sudden offer, Jan turns his gaze to William as he rubs his beard.

"Hmm, why don't you ask why Vilnius?

'Cause it's the strongest country in the country bordering the old Latorquia.'

Jan's eyes open thinly.

"Strong enough to attack, huh? Word butts don't make sense."

"Didn't you have enough words?

Jan smiles.

"No, you're right. Attack because you're strongest, no, easy to attack. I think so. I will."

Jan moves the pawn all the time. William's steeplechase was too easy. Not a gesture, but a daring attack. Thin, really thin lines, but...

(... will it connect? This attack)

William opens his eyes. This hand was the outside of the imagination.

"The situation is whimpering about when other countries will be attacked, and the defenses against Arcadia are adequate while small. That's why I aim for Vilnius, who is the strongest and most chronic. Unexpectedness is so suitable for exorcism. Assault and drop yourself."

William wasn't looking at Jan. I'm doing everything I can to get my head running. Though play, battle is battle. I knew the rules from the beginning. I've also put a good few tracks in my head. I have the pride of remembering to interact more with the nobility and doing quite well to 'lose'. I played military chess with some nobles and entertainment this winter. Of course I lost. I did, but only entertainment. I've never been around someone I can't really beat.

Until now...

"You have a habit of estimating your opponent a little too low. You've been poked in there before."

What floats behind William's brain is the battle against Wolf. I also find it more unscrupulous to tell you to imagine that that man level exists, but still the first bump I licked was huge. Because if that man was a regular army, the Williams couldn't win no matter how they scratched their feet.

"... you can still do it"

William moved the pawn. Suffering attacker. Only moves to kill someone by eating them.

"This is also your weakness. At the end of the day, you move with emotion. You, who have more respect for reason than anyone else, are, in fact, more dominated by emotions than anyone else. Do you have any idea?

Jan's king is a must. But it's not like I can kill it all right now. We need one hand at a time. You could win with that, you could have won.

"This play is not funny. I get a glimpse of different aspects of people. I like military chess, I often use it to measure people. Even you can drop Vilnius now. But I'm gonna get ahead of that. Not enough to corrupt a giant star yet. Heat, cold, hey."

Jan puts a royal hand on it. There is an escape. But an unintelligible hand struck in the middle lived here. A pawn who kept staring at the escaped end becomes the hand that kills the king of William. This depth is an interesting part of this play, and it's also a scary part.

"… refine"

"That honesty is good. Soon you will be strong. The tracks are adequate, and all we have to do is experience. So there's no rush. Of course you don't have to stop."

Jan darkened to acknowledge the Vilnius offense. And at the same time it takes the form of a defeat engraved on William, albeit a play.

"In this case I should have gotten cold once and let the king escape. One hand down. And sacrifice a lot, keep the king alive. That's the nature of this game."

Overwhelming defeat. But as long as the king lives, the play won't end. If you lose, there's still a chance that the winner will come around. If it's death, that's where it ends.

This play mimics a real war. If military chess is strong, you can't win the battle, but no one is strong in the battle and military chess is weak. It's dwarfed, but this is a fine fight, too.

"The old raccoon is strong. Different experience. But the tracks are higher on you. Power, too. Be overwhelmed. Eat Old Raccoon Experience and get a little closer to a giant star."

Jan drank the already chilled tea loosely.

"There are many people I expect from you. Of course, there are many enemies. It's good to think they're both twice as good as you imagined. You expect me to either. [M] But, yeah, through military chess, I got a little scared of you, so let's put it on hold now, let's do that."

Jan's smile never broke. That's William's limit now.

"This north will be a good experience. It's both interesting and scary to see how far you've grown when you've eaten them all. Good luck. Yeah, didn't you look a little superior? of now."

William had a challenging grin. Instead of a giant star, Arcadia has more than itself in the country. The fact was heavy, but it's good to know now. I'm still more suited to my sexuality than drowning in boring chronic hearts to greed up.

Let's go beyond this man first. William even Jan von Zeekt on a nearby goal.

No one, myself included, imagined that this would explosively boost William's growth. Maybe Jan was the only one who understood that.

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William thinks. Sit on the throne of your own contents, the tower of your piled up business, and one corpse on top of it. There was as much to think about. Thoughts are salvation. The contents don't even bother you while you're thinking about it. Just thoughts fill my head.

It was a good time.

"I have everything I need to hunt raccoons. Northern power, new weapons, and timing. Vilnius doesn't know I've been placed in the north. That's why the preparation shouldn't be complete. It's easy to collapse. But what if the old raccoon was stronger than me? Can you still say you're ready?

It's a painful defeat to squeeze behind William's brain. The number was small, but each one was clearly engraved on its body. I am proud that I am doing my best. Now, who can say the enemy isn't either? I've never been over alert. Of course, you can't move vigilantly. It's the end of the day.

"There are only a few pawns I can move. I can move this too, because the treatment of my own Hundred and Angelm Hundreds, Shrubia, is a hundred captains. Three hundred in total. And then there will be the North and some Arcadia soldiers, five hundred precisely."

Jan said it was good to move freely, but the other 100 captains wouldn't think so. We need to create a situation where we have to move. That's nothing but victory. In the process of dropping Vilnius, if we don't let this guy think we can smoke delicious juice, we can't make it.

"Overwhelming in the crossfire. But then it sounds like the armament of the alarmed opponent is thin. Overwhelming, the opponent needs a lot of strength to make allies.... I mean, it's best to pull out an old raccoon in a fight and kill him on top of it"

In my mind so far, force moves to attack and crush at once at a time when the snow can't even be broken were my first candidate. Still, he stepped on it that he could win, and there was some reckoning that the Battle of Raccoons was already getting old. But Jan's defeat changes my mind a little bit. We need a better chance, a more flashy victory, he said.

"We still have a little time. If we're going to do this, we have to do it thoroughly."

William Lewius - goes deep and deep into the sea of thought.

To dig your best hand.

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William had come to a place where the soldiers of the old Ratlkia were practicing. It is the immense willingness to kill and the small fear that makes you bathe. By planting that little fear, I'm tying their hands and feet now. There was a prominent woman among them. William turns to you.

"What can I do for you?

Shrubia responding to word short. The surroundings stopped near Shrevia to protect them.

"If it's not for you, shouldn't I come and see you?

To William's socio-ordinarily grin, Shrevia floated her disgust.

"I'm training. I've learned the weapons and the treatment you've been given. I'm doing everything I'm told. If it's not for you, go home. I hate you."

"Didn't I tell you it wasn't for you? Besides, I like you guys."

"............... you're the best motherfucker I've ever seen. Just say what you want."

Shrevia turns her gaze to William. William's expression cannot be measured by hiding in a mask. That irritates Sylvia even more.

"I was hoping to make a few bets. Whether you ride or not is up to you. I'm trying to give you a chance to kill me."

Sürvia looked surprised. Others see William in a lot of ways.

"Tell me what it is. I'll judge by that."

"Will you listen to me? Thank you, Shrubia."

"Don't call me names. Bug spit runs."

As you can imagine, Shrevia hated William thoroughly. Naturally, it's been a long time since people hated me so much, and now I'm a little comfortable.

"So shall I call you Nikleinen? Whoa, don't stare at me so much. It's easy."

The Shrubbians were always stunned by the words that jumped out of William's mouth.

"Are you serious? You think that operation is going to be established using us? Aren't we taking our hatred a little too far? I tell you, we hate you from the bottom of our hearts, and if we can kill you, we'll kill you with joy."

This is what I felt after I finished talking. I can't forbid you to laugh bitterly past your expectations, William.

"I know. That's why it's a bet. I'd like to gauge how deeply rooted your hatred is and how deep it is in your business. Okay, what do we do?

Sülvia is stiffened with her face up. I don't know what William meant. If it is received on par, it will undoubtedly be a good opportunity for Sylvia and others. We can get a chance to kill William, and if it works, maybe even get Rattlekia back.

"Is it going to be a bet? I don't understand."

"It's a bet. As long as you hate me more deeply."

Shrevia...

"Fine. Die in regret, William Lewius"

I couldn't think of anything other than endorsing it. The same applies to the surroundings.

William was smiling and responding to their confusion.

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There was just an expansion in front of William and the others. The Vilnius army, which was supposed to be chronic, was interested in raccoons as general generals in order to attack Arcadia fully armed. In terms of having the old raccoon as its head, I can ask what Vilnius meant, and what he was preparing for.

To save our allies in the North.

"... did you move"

Angelum wore the mask that William had previously worn, cut off and halved. Though William complained a little bit, for some reason he doesn't give in hard on there and takes a distorted outfit that only conceals one eye.

"Sounds like it. Besides, the old raccoon had his head, and Vilnius came to win for real. I stepped on it when I could."

"That's stupid. Small country flair dreams too much about beating Arcadia, the Seven Kingdoms."

"... not really. Arcadia also has face, but probably won't move, if to the extent that the raccoon has eaten the Latorchian part. That's not all the North matters to Arcadia. Where it was taken, it didn't hurt or itch. In addition, you can argue that if the opponent is an old raccoon, you have no choice. They won't move if they take it. That's what I see."

I mean, if you win this fight, you can't even get rid of the stigma. The temper to attack the North is also lost, and William is stuck with the snowless stigma of a hundred captains who lost to a small country. If you win, you won't make it. But this right in front of you...

"How can this number of differences, even though this is the defensive side, be overridden?

"Well, what do you think?

"Plus there's Shrubia and the traitors."

William knew the flag that would hang there at the end of Angelm's gaze. The flag that was flying when we fought the white bear, there were no countries already flying that flag, and the meaning of the flag was being lost. Still, even an idiot can tell if it's listed oh well.

that the opponent is Sülvia Nikleinen, daughter of a white bear, affiliated with the former Latorchian army.

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Sülvia was flying the flag at the head of the Vilnius army. The morale of the Vilnius army is high, with the daughter of Shrbestel, turned into a legend in the North, on her side. In addition, the Admiral is Vilnius' proud hero, the 'Old Raccoon'.

"That's right, daughter of my ally. It's got a terrible vibe."

An old raccoon, the general, called out.

"I'm ashamed to say that William Lewius would be more of a horrible man than I am. As I have already told you, that is the man who killed my men and tried to bring up his allies with fear. It's a demonic, unforgivable piece of junk."

The old raccoon becomes a mysterious face. Yeah, I nodded and stood beside Shrevia.

"That simmering rage, I can understand it, too. I also lost an irreplaceable friend. But it's not what I call horror. The hand the general uses to raise his allies is less than third-rate in fear. I've killed as many of them as I can."

The old raccoon looked at this formation, and at his opponent, and was discerning that Arcadia was not his main waist. Where I just attacked, the blade of return will not come. The time is too bad. In the old raccoon's view, Nederks or Ostberg move early in the snow melt. Those are the times. It's always the case with turmoil. The old raccoon knew that.

"Hey, I'm not gonna make you regret relying on me. I was your father's friend. [M] There's no reason not to give her a hand."

Sürvia bows her head silently. You made me feel better. The old raccoon grinned.

It was only about a week ago that Sülvia and the others turned back to Vilnius. So I told him that William Lewis was about to attack Vilnius, and that we had been abused, that we hated William wholeheartedly.

It goes without saying that a severe earthquake ran to Vilnius, knowing that Arcadia was willing to attack, that the 'White Knight' had taken office in the North. I have no doubt that Shrubia and the others hated it, and there was no way Vilnius could have missed the opportunity for the daughter of the white bear to just get it.

In addition, Vilnius had a chance to win. Hero, it is the presence of the 'old raccoon'. There are still heroes who used to make Arcadia lick spicy acids. Moreover, he does not deteriorate like Schulbestel because of his knowledge. The brains were mature, full of knowledge, and ripe as generals. I stepped on that old raccoon to win. There is no reason not to attack.

"Young people are dying. Let me tell you something, a real battlefield."

Confidence overflowing from the ancient raccoon, it is gravitational and strengthens the surroundings. Once, only one victory turned the raccoon into a hero. A northern male scratched by an absolute named Arcadia.

"Come on Shrevia, I'll give you the most spear honor. Use your full strength."

The old raccoon strokes the silver hair of Sürvia in a loving way. That makes me feel something else, something evil, more than against my beloved daughter.

"Thank you Happiness"

Knowing it or not, Sülvia was smiling.

And wave the flag. And the flags, and the heroes that dwell in them, the soldiers see the future of the North.

"All armies, follow me!

Silver, silver, Silvia, old Ratorchian soldiers. Vilnius' army also continues to lead that way. The snowfields are their home, united they are, strong.

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The armies of Arcadia were overwhelmed. formation placed on Jan's orders via Angelm. That was accurate, but it doesn't rise as much as an individual's morale thinks. No morale, inferior smell. This is a more unscrupulous story to say about winning.

"It's over. Because of what William Lewis' idiot did to bore us, we in the North will be devastated."

A hundred captains guarding the center had a look of despair. There's no way you can beat an army with a difference in strength, morale, personal proficiency, and everything inferior. Sülvia's power to drive the lead is so much known if he is placed in the former Latorquia that he does not like it.

"Coming!

"All units, don't let them through with your life! Arcadia's prestige in this battle."

Take the enemy.

- Come on, come on, come on.

Moments later, Arcadia soldiers' hearts exploded. A hundred captains in the north, in Latorquia, flattered by the power of Sülvia. It's like walking through a deserted field, dyeing the earth of silver with blood.

"Mm, I can't,"

Shrubia turned into an imminent god. I can't move against it, and I hold the sword in my habit, and I don't wave it, and it feeds on the great axe of Sruvia. Sürvia's roar struck the northern lands. Now both armies will know.

Sülvia Nikleinen really got to Vilnius, he said.

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"You won"

Old Raccoon's men speak up. The old raccoon had a bottomless grin.

"To this extent. Where there is a young creation, before the power of a hero is powerless. You can see that, right? This revealing of my power overflows from me is the first time a hero has moved a large crowd. In a kid who can only move about a hundred people, he can't beat me when he's upside down."

The old raccoon was sure. It has been seen as a victory or defeat in battle since before the battle. It just ended the way it did. Yearly kung fu over turtle's back. Besides, there were old raccoons.

"That's Kaka's white bear daughter, you're resistant to being out of digits. I was fortunate to be still young at the time and not allowed to join the army. Not so brave, rarely seen. Not to mention just getting it. Very, very."

"Sure. Beauty I can't imagine coming from that boneless man. That if you could make that mine, it would have been worth this fight. I can't wait to taste it now."

My men laugh bitterly at the response.

"Are you still thriving when you're old?"

"You can't talk about heroes without color."

The old raccoon, who cared better about winning, was laughing. Overwhelming victory. The center has already almost disintegrated. There can be no such thing as a reversal from here. No matter what hand you use, no victory will come from their pawns. Arcadia's defeat was decided. There will be some scratching, but it is still impossible to collapse from here with personal martial arts. Defeat is therefore imperative.

"Well, he was the one who didn't eat enough. William Lewius"

The old raccoon was smiling.