Tower of Karma

Jan was grinning bitterly when she saw the report she received from William.

They had already eaten 30% of their territory to this day, taking over old raccoons in the war. The method was too far off track while its speed also increased.

"Instead of taking a step back, take three steps and crush your opponent, huh? Really, you're scary."

Jan was feeling the way William fought his common sense from the tip of the report. Especially the battle at war, which is also transmitted to Jan's ear, but begins with the betrayal of Sülvia, from which he is allowed to betray again and prevail. This was the most wonderful. Jan, who knew Shrubia, understood the horror of the measure.

"Sülvia Nikleinen is not a woman who can act. She is a samurai. Clumsy, thoughts quickly come to my face. I don't think I can fool the old raccoon through the heavy town of Vilnius."

Then I made him betray me for real. And if you hit the hand that makes you betray him again from there, you won't achieve this measure. Jan couldn't think of such a hand.

"But he deceived it through, and consequently completed the siege. Collect in one place the new weapons that were supposed to spread in a widespread battle and crush every old raccoon once and for all. All at once."

The battle of defense is stronger than the battle of offense. The attacker has to go into the opponent's prepared defense himself. I guess William searched his way to fight the old raccoon as a protector rather than as an attacker himself. He was betrayed, ambushed and couldn't help himself, obviously kicking his opponent with excessive armament as a prep for one spot.

"Winning is a must at the time you let an old raccoon attack you. Here we go, here we go. Even I couldn't think of a cut like this. I feel sorry for the old raccoon. You can't win this."

Jan had a distorted grin beyond a bitter smile. William is not a samurai. I'm not a tactician, and I'm not weighing in on the battlefield in the first place. No pride, no romance, cold rationality and a heated urge to destroy, that's the root. So I don't understand. For things that live only on the battlefield. I don't understand what you're trying to find meaning in there. I can't win because of it.

"Well. This report is difficult. It's really hard. For now, you'll need two things: one for the boss and the other for the boss. how to chew it up on it."

If you report it as it is, your suspicions are greater than your accomplishments. Around Bernhardt and Kaspar you will notice the presence of a monster named William Lewius. That is not what Baldias meant. Not yet, it's early.

"I'm even making a draft report for it, so it's amazing, really."

As he saw all Jan's distress, William was accompanied by a draft report to that report. I want a statement in that that, for the time being, we have narrowed our objectives during the snowmelt to Vilnius, and for that reason I want forgiveness for moving the three teams - William, Angelm and Shrevia - jointly. That's all I was asked to tell.

"At this pace, we can make a big report by the Inaugural National Ceremony. That's what you're treading on. Communicate the results at once rather than in small pieces. You make a bigger impression."

Jan got lost just a little bit. If we keep moving as William thinks we will find ourselves in an irrevocable situation, including ourselves. Of course Baldias, his own lord, allowed it, and sent him to the land around the border to set him free. It's the muscles that do as I say, and Jan won't bend it.

Still...

"Hey, more than I imagined, I wonder"

William's momentum is exploding as if this is still the case. Jan had never seen that acceleration. William runs with momentum that is likely to rush all the way to the top of the sky at once. The business that can be built up in the process will be of immeasurable scale.

"It's not a good idea to say it's over."

Probably not in Arcadia alone. The neighbouring countries Ostberg and Nederks, of course, may reach Gallias beyond them. And if you're going to rock Garias, it's already...

It's tantamount to moving the world.

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A stronghold along the border with Nederks, the name of the old city, Frandelen. Commanding the defense there is a senior 100 captain. A young man who is naughty, whose sword is weak, and who cannot find shards of martial arts. Before I met William, I kept getting branded for falling. A raw falling. It was a miracle to be captain of a hundred. That is what those who know the past will answer. But...

Carl von Taylor now has

"Don't panic. Because there is still a distance. Shooting is no use for arrows."

I was calm. It's not that I'm confident. Nor has martial arts grown. I just settled down and got into a position where I could make use of what I learned. It can't be difficult, and I won't. Follow the principles tapped in by William and make a sensible decision.

"You coward! Why don't you just come down here and fight!

Enemy cursing flies. Karl was laughing bitterly when he heard that.

"The enemy general knows, doesn't he?"

Ignaz slaps a light mouth.

"It's pointless to say out loud the facts that we all know."

Frank was poisoned. Looking at Karl, the general here was swelling his cheeks and shining. It is childish.

"Get out of my way. I'm a coward. Come on. My enemies make fun of me, my men make fun of me, too, heh!

There is a laugh on the spot. It was no longer the routine of the soldiers on assignment to Frandelen to mock Carl. Positioned as a general for once, but no one treats him that way. From other people's point of view, it would look like it was licked.

Don't be rude, Master Carl.

"Come on."

Oh, hey. Busy battlefield. No one is looking at enemy forces anymore. It's their pleasure to play with Carl. Look at that. The enemy forces cause frustration.

"I'm kidding. You fool our proud Nedeluxe army!

Nobody feels that way, but the enemy general couldn't stand to be ignored.

"We're dropping Frandelen! All units, continue with me!

"But Captain Davide, that city is"

"The proud army of Nedeluxe is being ridiculed. It's not something I can forgive! I can twist a man like that easily!

The summative atmosphere of the man known as Davido was not concomitant. My men have no choice but to acquiesce so that they are pressured by it. Davide is in command of the scene. If he moves on, we have to move on. That is the army.

"We're going!

Davido division to begin marching. Cursed by the enemy, Carl, who was being played by his allies, raised his face. The eye, the gentle colour of the earlier disappears and turns into a man's eye.

"Preparation of Ignats, Frank and Flat Hammer Catapults (Trebuschette)"

Carl sees the Ignats.

"I don't know. All planes are ready."

"An ultra-large mounted bow (barista) is also available. All we have to do is wait for your orders."

Carl nodding at Ignats and Frank.

The wind blows. A pale breeze. What calms you down on this occasion when you say you are being attacked, but with all that shapes and momentum?

Carl raised his hand. Everyone stares at it. There, gravity was created.

"You put up well. Enough. All units, attack initiated!

Unleash it.

David peeled off his eyes. Heavy rain of stones and arrows pouring on his own army. And notice: the present Arcadian territory, the "Blue Fortress" browstat, which even defeated the Marslan. Two names were renamed at the Inaugural National Ceremony after the former Frandelen defeated Marslan, and Gilberto officially became the chief commander of the city and the baton was transferred to Carl. It is unusual for a city to have such a name.

David thought sweetly of what it meant.

The knockout arrows have more flight distance than the Nederks. The arrows to be launched do not reach and are unilaterally ravaged. The shield prevents the arrow, but not the stone. Frenzied Davido Division.

"Guru, retreat, retreat wi!

David's judgment was swift. The attack on the browstat side was just so harsh. The retreat is nevertheless correct. It's a little too fatalistic to push this distance through this rain.

One distant hundred captains could play in David's sight. It was a supercrossbow arrow that shot through.

"Yay. I'm sure that's a hundred captains, Ignatz."

"Shut up! That's what my stone squad looked like earlier. I just crushed it!

Different quality of preparation. The money you hung is different. Prepared so far, how do I drop this city? David has a bitter look on his face, but he manages to get out of the rain.

"Damn, he looks like a general. I let him go!

"I could lure you around the corner, but it was a waste."

My men look at Carl. This overwhelming victory, push it and you will gain higher martial arts.

"All right, stop attacking all armies! Good luck everyone."

But Carl doesn't go after him. Stopped the attack hand as a matter of course. I don't greed. This was also Carl's strength. That's why there's no gap in this browstat. Carl doesn't do anything but defend. I can't and I'm not willing to.

"Sometimes it's not too bad to push, huh?

Ignaerts question. Carl smiles. It's not a weak grin. That 's--

"That's not our role. My job is to protect everyone. So I won't risk it."

It was a confident look. If you don't even risk it, you're confident in protecting everyone, it comes from the look on your face. Seeing that, even the belligerent Ignaerts can only draw in the greed they put out. Carl will never attack. Do what you can and don't do what you can't.

That's why Carl was treasured by William. William and the longest man on the battlefield. I'm only confident in that decision because I'm the man who kept seeing it next door. He's weak, and his head isn't protruding. But honesty, and abnegation.

Plus, it's packed.

Carl was growing. to the point of getting a sword to compensate for its shortcomings.

"Damn!?

It was the horseback riding squad flying the pure white Arcadia flag that welcomed them until it finally came out of the rain. When he sees the man at the head of it, David trembles. I understood in an instant. To my war power difference.

"To this extent, it is a mistake to pull the browstat out of Taylor. That's my shield. Not a hundred loose ones like you!

"White Sword" Gilberto von Osvalt. The genius of the sword, who inherited the blood of a hero in colour and continued to grow without becoming a hero himself, reigned as a barrier to the Davids.

"Ravage. Don't miss one."

"Understood!"

One glance at Gilberto. So David's heart was broken.

All that is left is to ravage.

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"Good day, Gilberto"

"Oh, what's your damage?

"Nothing in particular. What about you?"

Nothing in particular.

Carl welcomed Gilberto, who had been away on an expedition for three days. While it's not too long to drift. The surroundings soften to their grittiness, but the curls of the day are nicotine. Gilberto doesn't blame it either, and it's calm.

"With that said, he won again, William."

Gilberto reacts perfectly. The surroundings, especially Gilberto's neighbors, scream voiceless, "Hey idiot, what's the story with him? -" Ignaerts and Frank disappeared from the spot. They are also trained by William so they know how to pull it off.

…………

"Wow. As soon as you think you've dropped Vilnius, you're attacking another country, two countries at the same time, right? It's really amazing. I can't imagine losing my country."

Gilberto's men will also disappear from the scene as of late. I couldn't stand the atmosphere that flooded Gilberto. Ignaerts and Frank were already grilling in their own rooms. It is the crisis management of boulders.

"... Taylor. Shut up for a second."

Carl opens his mouth honestly. Gilberto sighed as he looked around and made sure no one was there. And poke Carl's head lightly. "Come!?" Carl glanced.

"Do you know who the most acclaimed martial officer in the country is these days?

"... that's William or Gilberto, right? Everybody thinks so."

Carl faces Gilberto as he strokes his little poked forehead.

"The masses. It's easy to understand. We do stand out. However, the slightly more eye-catching ones can also be viewed differently. The human rating above and the human rating below, does not necessarily match"

Carl snapped his neck. Whoever thinks about it, these two have fallen out of battle. Both names stand out so much that Angelum, standing around as William's subordinate in the next big step away, takes his name. If you're asked who's the best, only one of these two. That's what Carl thought.

"With contributions to the state, if you think about who's at the top, the answer comes up every second. No matter how active that man is, the intrusion is to the north. Land is lean and lacks productivity. How about this place compared to that? A major shock against the Seven Kingdoms, the surrounding land is fattening and has the potential to become a necessity for trade if it is stable. Who's contributing the most there?

"Then you're Gilberto. I knew it was important to be on duty."

"Don't be shy. I'm not contributing to Frandelen, Browstadt's defense or stability. I haven't even thrown a lot of personal money into fortifying this city. Who's protecting this city? Who strengthened this city? Who has stabilised the city, liked it by its inhabitants, bounced back the Marslan and made Browstat known as our national territory by name?

Carl laughs bitterly. I have guessed what Gilberto is trying to make me say, because. Seeing that, Gilberto grabbed Carl's chest barn.

"Don't laugh. Your laugh is repulsive. [M] Come on, understand. You are recognized as a talented person. My men seem to be licking you too, and I haven't forgotten the spectrum firmly at the stronghold. Up and down, I began to realize the excellence of a human being named you. Already you are not the descendant of a fallen Chengjin third-rate aristocrat. Captain of this Arcadia stronghold Browstat defense, now the most alarming hate enemy of the Nederks, Carl von Taylor."

Gilberto stares at Carl.

"I understand that your humility is one of your strengths. Still, stop looking like that clown about before me. Your defense, its strength is acknowledged by both me and that man. Know that your face also paints mud on the trust of those who recognize you."

Carl bowed his head silently. I understand what Gilberto is saying. Still, I really don't understand Carl. The engraving of a falling stuck in my head. That dominated Carl for better or worse.

Gilberto releases his hand from Carl's chest and turns his back on Carl.

"You're my shield. And on the contrary, I am your sword. That day, when the two of us worked together to get rid of the Three Kings, I thought, If the strongest sword combined with the best shield, it would be invincible. I think I can be. Let me down, don't let me down."

As it was, Gilberto walked away. Carl, left alone, had a complex look on his face. On the other hand, I'm delighted with Gilberto's trust, and I don't think Gilberto and I are going to make it.

That excessive humility took away the greed of a famous heart from Carl. Therefore, there is strength, but there is also weakness because there is no such thing. As yet, Carl had not set his own ways as a general.

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The Williams kept winning. He was the first to eat the most troublesome Vilnius in the neighborhood. No wonder you keep winning. I'd say it's more of a must. William, who has come to gain substantial command of the entire army on the northern side. The repeated victories made it possible to make him think it was auspicious to follow even the same rank, a little higher.

"Retreat"

William intimidates his opponent with less words. An army of swollen bodies. Tower of business behind it. A white masked king reigns at its apex. That hellish fantasy even makes you lose your temper to resist them. Break, crush, and ravage your heart.

"Wouldn't you like to leave? Then die."

I'm not leaving. I just can't move. And William understands that. Snake-stunned frogs can't move even if they know they will be preyed upon. Despair softens their legs. William smiles when he sees it.

"All armies, follow me."

And the frenzied Arcadia army. William's madness is contagious. Atrophy enemies without fighting, inspiring allies for the first time. Crush your enemies without fighting and convince your allies of victory for the first time. William was reaching the realm.

"Kill."

However, a man named William was born of despair.

"Take it."

Therefore, there is no pride in its command.

"Eat."

I have no feelings for that command. Both enemies and allies eat in the same madness in some ways. Allies are made mad warriors who are not afraid of death, and enemies are taken in by death and corrupted by despair. Peel off thin skin as a person and expose them to thin, dirty truthfulness.

Opening up violence. An explosion of desire.

"Well, they say these guys came from the city ahead. By the way, Julian, the soldiers have been tired of fighting here lately, haven't they? I haven't been back on Arcadian soil for a while, so I haven't had a decent meal either. Hmm, this is trouble."

After cleaning up in advance, William spoke to his own man, Julian. William's 100-man squad is not elite. It was at least the same level of practice as those peasants there at the stage of recruiting and gathering.

"... I'll tell everyone to do another good job"

Still, they won with William. It's still a short period of time, but how many wins have been stacked for a few years for regular troops? That makes them stronger. The body, the mind.

"It's a better guess. Eat as much food as you want in your stomach. Bring out the rest as much as you can. Kill the man. Kill the woman. Kill the young and the old, so that they don't rot."

"Yes, I mean, as usual."

"That's the thing. There is no need for people on this unproductive land. There is no way to transport them into slavery. Unfortunately, let it be our belly's addition, and we will wipe it out without rotting."

"Haha. That's terrible. Got it."

William's madness was also propagating to young soldiers who had just reached the age of being able to volunteer for such an army. War requires madness. You get it yourself, you get it from people, that's all the difference. If you're hungry in an enemy country, you'll have to take it. Rationality crushes morality.

"What, I'm not talking about who's fault. Weaker is worse said than done. This is how the world revolves all the time."

It was the weak self that William remembered. There is no longer a shadow of that time. Older, more industrious, William gained strength. That's why William is not tolerant of the weak. He thinks that what is still weak is lazy because he was able to be strong in his efforts.

William got stronger. At the same time, I began to hate weakness. I cannot tolerate my own weakness or the weakness of others. Again, it's distorted.

That distortion is the root of strength.

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There were those who heard rumors and aroused that William was rampaging around in the north.

It is the armies of the Seven Kingdoms Estado that the Black Wolves confront. Wolfe also plotted on Estaard as soon as the snow melted again to take the victory. But that will be dispelled by William and Gilberto's many unusual and overlapping victories.

"... meh, not noticeable"

I won again today. But that would be the same for the other competitors.

Wolfe, employed by the Saint Baltic royal family, was in a hurry to learn the difference between Arcadia and Saint Baltic. For once, Wolfe is now also an acquiescent form. If you win small, you are forgiven. But if we win big, and things go like pulling that guy out, Saint Bart probably won't forgive the Wolves. Only the Kingdom of Saint Baltic is the Seven Kingdoms due to its special standing position. If a giant star attacked me from the front, there wouldn't be a single one.

"If you're going to stand out, you're going to have to take that down."

A 'fierce sun' shining in heaven. Fallen it and Farewell Wolfe's fame will be firm. No matter how rampant William and the others get around, the trick is trinkets. The rating is replaced by the neck of a giant star.

"You can't win yet. Wolf."

It was Euwayne, who had the experience of engaging once, who held Wolfe behind his back. The face is unusual and steep.

"But we have to get over it. It's a wall."

"Yeah, someday. But now is not the time. Gather more strength..."

"When you come from over there, you have to fight, don't you?

Wolf's eyes were burning with ambition. It may be said that it is attached. After engaging William, no. A flame that burns in Wolf long before that. attributed to the reason Wolfe aspired to be a mercenary and the reason he aspired to heaven. That can burn you too.

(Don't move. El Sid Campeador)

Euwayne prays. That the strongest won't move.

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I didn't get any information under Apollonia. There is quite a time lag for Arcadia information to come into the land of Garnia far away. That's why I don't know Apollonia. I don't know. But...

"Look. The continent is burning. Where I am not, the age of war has begun"

There was a great flame in Apollonia's eyes. A continent separating the oceans far away. There is another country at the end of the east. This spark definitely feels there.

"That's Tristram. Lowenglin, outweigh the Euphemian onslaught? Other knights are no match in battle. I wanted to get experience with something else... but the world seems to be speeding faster than I imagined. It's a little bit of a waste to miss this fire."

Apollonia's interest had already shifted to the continent. Tristram wanted them to attack at the hands of his men. But we don't have time. Beyond naval warfare, which I am not good at, to the continent, and by the end of this year. To sprain that time,

"Let's put Keri on tomorrow. with my own hands."

Apollonia itself has no choice but to move. Swirling enthusiasm. Bloating enthusiasm. Love that flashes. I like war. I like my opponents in battle. I always seek a battle to burn everything down.

"Wait a minute. Let's go over there right away. My beloved enemy."

Apollonia was on fire. It's just...

"... That's a little cold. Uhm."

I just snowmelted. I can't let go of my favorite fur for a while.