Tower of Karma

William discovered Bridget.

In a corner of the back alley, like a dead end, Bridget waited. Look into those eyes and William will look like he chewed up a bitter bug. I got hit by some kind of hand. So I guess I decided to wait for the last place to be here.

"How does it feel to take a man's name from a slave and become a knight?

The word also crushes William's thought again.

'... what do you mean?

Bridget, let's go. to someone who thinks they can cut Shira over this period.

'If you were an Inhuman, you didn't have to take your name in the first place. Unless, of course, you're saying that you've committed a crime in another country... but a gray-haired criminal is a remarkable figure, and if you're on a one-country border, you can't stop laying on the corner of the Seven Kingdoms, the King's capital, Arkas.'

William was licking his opponent. An armed samurai, but not smart enough. That is William's assessment. But the opponent was far beyond William's assumptions. William can't tell if this is the bottom line at death. One thing I can tell you...

"Slaves can't get out of battle."

That they've known everything.

William snorted. I don't think so. There's nothing more we can do.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. This is what I'm gonna do here? I was about to. It's almost time for my name to blow to the world."

"It's not your name. My name is William. Will you not cheat me?

"It's already mine! I took it! I ate it! That red-haired, dumb William, you're gone! I hope so! You told me you gave it to me!

William's face is distorted. There was nothing I could do, William's mask had collapsed. The mask I was building, the White Knight, the Knight's, the Warrior's, William's, the mask peels off. All that remained was an unnamed white beast. Even that collapses.

'That's ugly. But it's better that way than an unpleasant crumb. "

Bridget touches the sword pattern with her left hand. Last, like pouring everything in there.

The unnamed young man who collapsed was frightened. All masks, personas are peeling off. What's left is a being I don't even know myself. Not Al, not William. Nanashi. Nobody knows, who this young man really is.

"... Oh, thank you. Well, I lost, didn't I? Good. That's it."

The young man had an empty grin.

"... right. Let's talk back in time. A long time ago, talk about a stupid boy. Once upon a time, two sisters and brothers lived across this filthy back alley."

William's voice was different than it had been earlier. Gentle, soft sounds like a boy. The ugly look hisses and looks pathetic. There was an empty man there who abandoned his own name.

"He was a close sister and brother. My sister was beautiful and gentle. My brother loved my sister. Such a sister and brother lived in this thin, dirty sweep."

We don't let each other off the sword among other things.

"Everything was taken at the whim of the nobility. My sister was bought, she could do whatever she wanted, and she came back dead. Leave a little money and despair behind. That's my end, that's my beginning."

William grins thirsty. When I saw that, Bridget smiled the same way again.

"What are you going to do with that? Do you want sympathy?

There's no way the people on the side who were deprived of their loved ones would forgive you for listening to that.

"No way. I just want you to know. I can tell by your eyes. [M] I lost. I stumbled upon a pebble named you. The whole thing was full of holes. I wish I hadn't chased him myself and let the White Dragon chase him. More importantly, I shouldn't have given you the opportunity."

An excuse to fill William's head. William couldn't take the ultimate easy hand of assassinating beforehand. This is sweetness. Were you unknowingly sympathetic to the same avenger? I don't even know myself. Still, this result was what I had invited, and some of me were dumb enough to be convinced by now.

In the end, maybe this is how we wanted to talk. The same existence as itself, made by itself. with a race of avengers. It's not like Shruvia. Have a conversation with a real Avenger.

"Yours, this is the second time I've taken William Lewis. I approached William, deceiving the name of the man I took the first time. I needed to be someone else. To grab heaven. That's why I took William. From there, you're right."

"White masks, white knights, and now. When I look at you, the pain will go away."

"Kuck, I guess so. I'm sure I do, too."

Bridget turns off her bruised grin.

'Just tell me one thing. Is that your revenge? If you were just going to kill that nobleman, you wouldn't have had to take his name. There was no need to build a lot of business up here. No?'

William, let's go. Naturally.

"Right. Maybe mine. That wasn't revenge. I couldn't forgive you at first. Nobility, the world that allows it, wanted to destroy everything in the world without a sister. But I don't know now. Too much, but it wasn't filled, and everything, I don't know."

Because even William no longer knows what he's fighting for or going for heaven. Too much taken. Different things. I ate too much. A bunch of strangers. Still unfulfilled, I can't help but starve and thirsty. If we reach heaven, we will be filled. Even those dreams, they're getting closer, but I can't hold them.

"Shh. Give it to me. If you can, kill me with your hands."

With that said, William doesn't loosen his hand holding the sword pattern. I can't abandon my thirst for raw while I hang around asking you to kill me. I can't stop eating, taking away.

'I won't.' Cause that's gonna make it easier for you. That's why I don't. But I'll kill you. For Me '

Bridget takes a step forward.

"What you took could have been just another person for you."

One more step.

"But for me, for Bridget Ray Feelin, William Lewis, born in a sword blacksmith's house, was irreplaceable. I liked it, I liked it, I couldn't help but be honest with you, and I took it away. '

William's eyes narrow. In the end, they're the same. Alive, in the same regret. If you tell him not to leave then, if he tells him to protect me then, if he tells him not to be strong and just be...

"I can't forgive you for taking it. I couldn't forgive myself for not being honest."

"I can't forgive myself that happiness has always been illusory with what is there"

They weren't here. We never killed each other, maybe we lived with little happiness. Such a future existed within another option. Hence the regret.

They reach the range of their swords as they set up. Within range of both.

"'Unforgivable'"

The two were avengers. It's me in the end that can't be forgiven. I had the means to prevent it. There was a future to live happily ever after without regret. I took it away from you.

The two laughed at each other. A feeling only known to each other by the avengers who have reached the extreme. The two of them came to the end of their grief and regret. Before the end, before the vengeance, they came together.

So - you have to kill him. Even if it was pointless.

I'm not returning what I took away. I know that a long time ago.

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Ulysses falls down. I get all over my body scraped off, and every time I do, I get severe pain running. The opponent was too strong. And a race that Ulysses has never dealt with. The subtlety of the movement, a blow too heavy against it. Everything was beyond Ulysses' capacity.

"It's time to end this. For kids, it sticks well."

The biggest compliment for a lousy white dragon. In fact, it was unexpected that it would stick so far. It is the Lord's will to support William in the shadow, joining the pursuit with Kelli just now. White Dragon was in a bit of a hurry again.

"Oh, no, not yet."

A young lion trying to get up. White Dragon responds by squealing his fingers at the will. You no longer need words. I'm serious about it.

"Mana, ru."

Blood reflexes, still getting up. I think it looks beautiful. I think White Dragon sincerely wanted to be that way. And look back at us.

"Don't make me laugh. Once fallen, you will never rise again. That's the darkness."

White Dragon takes a fighting stance. The faceless expression I was showing earlier disappeared, and it was amazing...

"It's my favorite moon!

The gravitational pull of the man standing at the top of the sky stopped the White Dragon's movement. White Dragon gazes at each other.

The man...

"It's a look a little beyond my job. If you want light, grab it with your own hands. Don't hit a child with a frustration you can't do, samurai of the East."

Arc of Garnias. King Jen stands on the roof. Its appearance is prestigious. This kind of back alley is the most unfit man. Its appearance shines brighter than moonlight is exactly that of a king.

"Then I'll do my job."

White Dragon re-moves. Kill as fast as you can. It cannot be stopped from the position of the arc.

"That's troublesome. I'll keep the lion boy for a while. Stop it!"

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A knight who stepped out of another building. That breaks in between White Dragon and Ulysses. Ulysses was blinded by its gorgeous figure and stand-up behavior. Black smooth hair flows.

"Pull it out, Autoclair"

The sword pulled out by the knight is boneless and streamlined. The sword moves are also flowing thick muscles. A sword like a fresh stream flowing beautifully. It overlaps with White Dragon's silent proud speed puller.

"Well, can't you cut it with Lancelo's sword? You're as good as a god."

Offset spark scattering. The flowers that bloom between the two are beautiful and still beautiful.

"It's warm, Lancelo! This Govan will crush you!

The moment White Dragon instantly flipped himself, the ground blew up. So much momentum jumped a knight named Govan. The sword gripped is big enough to bear on your back. The decorations are gorgeous and the gold shines like the sun. The colour of the short cut hair was also golden, as was the sword.

"... the three knights of Garnias." Knight of the Lake "Lancelo," Knight of the Sun "Govan. When the hell did you get invited to this country? We should have been on guard, too."

Knight King's Scarf. The White Dragons and I were blindfolded when we entered the country. If the border has been crossed, it is still a problem. If it has reached Arkas, the king's capital, it is a problem. Ark alone can travel alone with the old king, but with these two together, the story changes dramatically. All three knights, arc's katanas, are still young. Of course, although the youth area has reached epic age, it is a period of fat riding both as samurai and general. These two deserve more vigilance than the short arc ahead.

Above all, these two...

(…… stronger than arc)

White Dragon felt in the breeze that only slightly exceeded the arc by both names. The force is govan, the moves are lancelo, and the experience is arc. However, two people from Garnia who are at war all year round. Experience will also be jumping through during the same age. The danger is very high.

White Dragon couldn't move anymore. There are three opponents who don't know if even one can win. One boy who had stopped himself until earlier, albeit dead. We're dealing with four people.

(Doesn't fit)

It doesn't match the weight of the gold coin and the weight of these four people. Retreating on this occasion is also unacceptable to the assassins. Above all, it will be against the life of the Lord.

I can't move because of it.

"Lord Ark! I don't mind! Lord Bridget, save her!

To Ulysses' words, Jen Wang Standing Ark does not even turn his eyes.

"How would you save him?

Lancelo hit Ulysses with doubts.

"I'll protect you. We took out the White Knight, and..."

Govan laughed with his nose when he heard the response.

"What do you want me to do? Will that save you? This is ridiculous. Avengers and other fools are unsaved when they choose their path. I won't go back to what I lost. And what cannot be lived without it becomes the Avenger. You'll save him? Don't make me laugh, kid."

Only the stories I heard from Ark, that was the only two people I knew, but I could easily imagine them. Previously, both names experienced loss at the same time, falling into the avengers' way, so...

"It is the Avenger who is dead while he is alive. And there's no way to save the dead. Because she no longer has anything to protect or love."

Lancelo's words sounded like teachings. Ulysses' face collapses. I knew it was Ulysses. At the bottom of my heart. It's too late.

"But the kid there can't do it. Unlike her daughter, the kid has a future. It's a shame to crush it. Therefore, I will take it. What, I can't let you get in the way of this country. I don't know what happens on the battlefield."

Ark speaks to White Dragon. The words seemed to speak to something else, through the White Dragon. to the Dark King, a person of its discretion.

'You just have to let it through. I don't care if it's any more annoying. "

Ulysses trembled. My whole body runs scared. Lancelo, Govan also made his expression rude. Suddenly appeared, in front of 'death' itself.

"You don't have to insult me, but you don't have to be afraid. He can tell the ghost, the heavenly destiny, but he can't denounce it."

To Ark's words, Nyx smiled.

"Wouldn't you fear me? Then I see it when I know the heavenly destiny. I wonder if the path of death is good. You're a fool who sees too much and can't even choose '

Lancelo and Govan's complexion changed. A frightening intention to kill. The White Dragon stands up to prevent it. Elsewhere the two kings had not broken their grin on both factions that befriended them.

"It is a good one. I saw different things. I'll keep watching. I'm still dying. Because it's far from full."

'Few things die in plenty. And I would have already abandoned that choice. Well, let's hope the journey at least makes sense.'

"Gahaha! I can't help but be prayed by a ghost! Now, the journey continues."

"Master." White Dragon, erase all traces. Don't leave a single concern behind. "

"Ha!"

White Dragon left, and Lancelo and Govan also left the scene in charge of Ulysses.

All that remained were Ark and Nyx.

"You seem quite obsessed. So much so, the white monster."

Nyx, let's go.

"I speak only to the king equitably. That's what I'm talking about. '

Ark narrowed his eyes.

"In the secret of her daughter, does it look like the wind that has stripped William Lewis of his skin?

Nyx burst out laughing like he had broken down. The distorted grin is like watching a tragedy through a comedy. It's too pathetic, too pitiful, and I just don't want to say it anymore.

'It won't arrive. Just a vengeful man is not enough to distort that boy's heavenly life. You have to be the next king to kill the king. Whether you want it or not, the king attracts victory. That proved one thing tonight. "

Ark is about to laugh again. Perhaps the monster in front of you hasn't got his hands on this one. Bridget's victory was overshadowed by just the gravity William had. That's beyond the realm of power another knight has.

In this country, a king is being born. The power to seize the throne from the present king is growing. So much so that even the traditional royal family of the Seven Kingdoms is overshadowed.

'Nursery is not a phony, but it was not the culmination. The same goes for everything else. Then we're growing up. Knowing the earth and grasping the heavens, the kings of heaven and earth together. I want to be born of my Arcadia! Our' La 'woes come true. I love you, but I can't love you enough!

Ark knew who Nyx was. Long ago, so many times as the Seven Kingdoms were founded. The royal bloodline that became the pillar of mankind because of its nationhood in those days. Arcas Ray Arcadia.

Ark turned his back on the ghost. Turn your back on the laughing Nyx. Like seeing a settlement in the distance. The eyes were shaking with pity.

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The settlement between William and Bridget was momentary. A battle with nothing to gain between avengers who have died for each other. At the extreme of reaching the end of the loss, the two exchanged blades. On the one hand, he lost his arm, and on the other, he was forced to fight in areas favourable to his opponent. Nevertheless, the battle for these two is no longer in that dimension.

"Gu, gi"

Blood erupts from my stomach. The palm I received is also cut in about half. It was William with a distressed look on his face. Looks like it's going to collapse now.

…………

Bridget against was smiling. With a clear, sunny smile...

"Hex."

Lose both arms and stand up.

The settlement was for a moment. As a result of each other facing each other in the art of abode, the fast one was Bridget, who had not lost his dominant arm. The art of being together backhanded. I can't want as fast or as powerful as a boulder, but nevertheless my left-handed absenteeism, which I've never used, was worthy of a deadly blow.

William was expecting that. When they were better at it, when their blade arrived before their blade arrived, they bought instant time with their body and left hand. The wound on my stomach and the wound on my palm are pretty deep. But before they cut everything in, William's sword turned down Bridget's last arm.

I won better if I tried to live. Raw seemed, greedy won.

"What's left to say?

William asks.

"Cine"

Bridget responded with a smile. William laughs too when he sees it.

Sooner or later.

William's sword snapped Bridget's neck. Blood erupts. William, who is covered in blood and Bridget's blood. Take the sword away from the armpit, and hold the two bloodwet swords and stand down.

"Ku, ku, ku, ku!

William, let's go. Let the death in front of you, this bloody wet world, above all yourself. The world is crazy. And more than that, I'm crazy. I was out of my mind a long time ago. I stumbled upon myself like that. I came all the way here to see myself in this world trying to live.

An unnamed white beast will shed tears of blood.

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During his death, Bridget was dreaming. Memories of a distant day.

The beautiful red leaves were spreading. The world is stained with gold and red, and the flamboyant cheerfulness leaps the chest. This world was far from strife. There was happiness there. A world without the need for greed. Everyone smiled and Bridget smiled again.

"What are you doing?

In such a world, the red-haired boy was doing sword arches. The figure was a complicated reflection for the girl. A girl learns the sword, and a boy learns sword forging. That's the kind of relationship the girl wanted. Even if the other person's feelings are relaxing, they will not leave if that is the case. That's why the girl gets bumpy.

"Uh, training. Even I can be strong if I try. [M] Be strong..."

The girl gets scared to ask ahead. I got stronger, and I was afraid I'd get away from the girl.

"I can't. William can't be strong. Something with no talent."

So I said such terrible things. But the boy just laughs bitterly. That reassures me. William Lewius is gone from before himself. That's impossible, he said.

"It's okay, William. Leave the sword to me. I'll protect you the whole time."

The girl clogs her words there. Look into the boy's eyes, look at the boy's bitter smile...

(Woohoo, I'm an idiot after all)

Bridget shrugged. Now, you can't go wrong.

"... how are you trying to be strong?

To Bridget's change, William turned his eyes round. Mostly and shy, I dyed my cheeks red like fallen leaves, but still had the courage to look at Bridget.

"I want to protect you. I'm a man, because I like you, and I want you to admit it. So I..."

Bridget hugged. Don't let go anymore.

"Thank you. I love you too. I won't let you go again. Protect me. Stay with me the whole time. That's it, enough, because I'm happy."

I won't let you go again. Take this plush. This happiness.

No, I was dreaming.