Tower of Karma

William nestled in a sea of blood. A white dragon appeared behind it.

"... did you even come to my processing? I don't know what this guy did, but he just passed away so happy. Come on. You killed me with your brilliant hands, didn't you?

Let's go, William. Both arms, Bridget, who has lost her neck, is falling in a terribly funny way. But that looked very happy to William. I guess it's over. Open up from hell called the world. That looked terrible.

"No. You said Master Nyx didn't need to care. The daughter's thoughts came off. You told me to walk without worrying about your path. As always."

William looked at the White Dragon with a slight glance. More than White Dragon named Nyx. I guess that's true. But Bridget had the winner's eye. The twitch doesn't fit.

"After all, what did this guy do?

"I don't know. It's just that sooner or later, they're gonna find out. If you don't go the wrong way."

"... well. Then let's just wait and see. I'll take care of it."

"What about the treatment?

William had a pretty deep wound. It never dies, but it's never a good wound to look at sweetly.

"It's not necessary. It's a little tough to pay any more."

William laughs bitterly. White Dragon then threw a bag full of gold coins.

"The mission failed. Ulysses of Leonvern left the country with Arc of Garnias. This is the first day I've screwed up an assassination."

William frowns a little when he hears Ark's name. But I don't go so far as to think deeply about whether fatigue interferes with thinking. Remove the Ulysses from your head.

"I succeeded in holding back. I'll give you about half of it."

"That's what I don't need. I'm a pro. I don't do anything halfway."

The white dragon doesn't appear on the table but is likely to regret it considerably. William calmed down a little too when he saw how it was going. It's no good letting Ulysses get away with it if you think calmly, and it's no good getting out of your own hands with Ark holding everything. Still,

"Thank you for your hard work. Say hello to Nyx. Sooner or later, I'll thank you for today."

Tired is better now. There is no power left to break into thought.

"I don't need to thank you. That one hasn't given a hand today. Well, he'll be delighted when you visit. You said you were going to point to military chess."

"... by being ears fast. I'll see you soon. Then I'll take care of the rest."

William throws the bag back to White Dragon. Even the cost of cleaning up after. Well, it takes manpower and effort to repair the situation where the blood stains are there. A sack of gold is too expensive, but William can no longer afford to think about the damage.

"Ask one question. How did you break that woman's habitation?

That's something even the White Dragon who watched it all didn't know. William is invariably attacking all the stay-at-home techniques except the last battle. The usual White Dragon as an assassin would not have raised this question. But the samurai's blood was making a scene tonight. I can't help it.

"... it's no big deal. Due to the nature of the art of abode, the sword can only come from the dominant arm. Put your sword there beforehand, and I'll beat you with my power. It's not hard for me to prevent it."

"Stupid. That girl can also divide up and down. I wasn't such a sweet surgeon that I could tear it with such shallow wisdom."

"I can see through the corpse. That's where I identified the up and down. My sword was moving in conjunction with a woman's body. Even shallow wisdom doesn't look overt."

The art of abode is incomplete martial arts. It's only the first, and if you try it as an element of battle, it can be a powerful weapon, but if you fight with it alone, the story is different. The stiffness is subtle and almost constant when it comes to the habitation technique. Well said, it's mould-specific, worse said, it got into mould, and that's Bridget's, Lucitanian residency. If you judge calmly, you have nothing to fear even if you don't see it.

(Still, this man who conspired unseen death with reason by severing his fear of death... is out of the standard to make. Does this man have no fear of death?)

Fear of invisibility. The more unseen a state is, the more terrifying it is. A world of instant death if you take it wrong. I can't risk my life in a way similar to such a mountain survey. But William decided that was all he could do now, and he did it lightly. Even in my life I can make that kind of calm decision. That's the scary part.

Elsewhere inside the White Dragon, William turns his back just saying he's finished talking.

"Today, I'm tired"

William was exhausted. Seeing that back, White Dragon could only silence himself.

Every time I walk, I get blunt pain running in my stomach. The pain that was paralyzing came back. I feel comfortable with that pain now. William grins bitterly.

Which is the winner today, the loser? A sea of own blood, a woman who passed away happily in a garbage dump, and another man who loads up his business and walks through hell as he gets muddy and bloody. It was the man who survived. It was the woman who died. Now, I don't know if I won or lost.

Nonetheless, the surviving man keeps walking through hell. Until the time of death.

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One girl was walking. I go through the streets where the lights are already opening and about to go out, like dancing. Light steps and a nose song told me the girl was in a great mood. The slightly mature dress of the quiet mourning was very disproportionate to the girl today.

Dancing on the chest is green jade. Not so expensive as a gem, but it looked great on the dress. But it doesn't suit the girl right now.

Only a delightful mask suited the girl very well now.

Lightly, exaltedly, the girl slipped through the street. Keep running up the stairs.

There was no quiet there. Only joy was there.

Thoughts that have been tickling the girl's chest for years. Thoughts I've had for years. At first I thought it was a mistake. The phantom of a distant day shows it. Isn't it as if it were different in the first place? So don't expect it. Do not love him that hath been hardened with lies, that hath dominated lies, that hath been filled with lies, and that hath suffered in lies.

"Forgive me if they take it away"

He is still burned in Hellfire.

"Forgive me if it's stolen"

He carries a cause that will never be forgiven. I knew it from the first time I saw it. the weakness that dwells at the bottom of his eyes. Because I'm weak, I need to be prepared. I'm ready, so I'll be strong.

"Forgive me if they kill me"

Unacceptable business. The girl didn't have the art of healing it. I didn't even have the art of sharing.

"Forgiveness is more honorable than anything"

The girl could only watch. I didn't bless my motor nerves as much as I desperately did, and I just fought shoulder to shoulder, and that doesn't lead me to true sharing.

"Beg and look up to heaven."

The girl just decided to wait. Even if you do that, you're just going away.

"God will forgive and have mercy"

The girl smelled a woman for the first time in her youth. Get to know the beautiful beauties at the gorgeous ball, get to know each other, and all of a sudden...

"So let us forgive you"

The girl despaired. As a result of the wait, the worst was waiting. But...

"Let us forgive you"

I'm sure they don't understand youth. I don't know what it's made of. I can't notice the lies. That doesn't lead to sharing. Just a one-way street. Then it's no different from any other elephant. It still doesn't make sense just to be beautiful.

"Let us forgive you"

Still, it's true that the women around me have been getting tinted lately. That's what his gravity makes him do. I have not yet met him face to face, but there is a verse in which even the princess is swallowed up by it.

"My little treasure"

But in them it's far from true understanding. Far too far. He hasn't changed his mind thoroughly. Yet you're changing your attitude is proof that you haven't seen the contents. So the girl is relieved. Because in the end, I know I'm the only one who loves the contents.

"the beautiful world that gave birth to you."

Understander, you're the only one who can foot.

"Love you."

The only person I really love is myself.

So the girl waits still. And I happened to get it. The girl got a weapon. Its contents support the girl's imagination and gave her absolute love.

The girl ran up to a place with a view of the city of Arkas. The festival lights are already out. The city was almost asleep. In this place with a panoramic view of the world, the girl feels like...

"Don't forgive me for this"

The girl broke the 'letter'.

What I received from a woman who lost one arm who was clearly not looking normal when I was looking at the festival in the corner. It was difficult to hear in one word, but I understood all the words without being spared. What a sweet thing to say from a woman's mouth. It's all about the fact that the girl wanted it.

The girl's hand was shaking when she received the letter she asked me to send to Lucitania. Misunderstanding that as a woman was trembling with fear, she apologized "sorry," but nothing. I was just happy. And it was just ridiculous.

More importantly, I gave the outline of a favor for a woman, more importantly, to a girl. There would be no more tragedy for a woman. If there was a God looking over this, there would be no more comedy.

The girl breaks even more. An important letter packed with women's thoughts.

As I happened to be tired of the festival's hustle and bustle and sat in the corner of the street to tour, I met a woman who came right out of the alley there. This is the beginning of this comedy. When the woman told her about the incident and told her that the girl had accepted, she said "Aligateau" and disappeared into the back alley. The girl unseals the letter for a moment and sees the contents. The letters that were arranged were Lucitanian words. And the girl had put her spare time into studying it as well. I hadn't told anyone, but only the girl could recognize its contents. The part that could not be complemented by just one word, what was necessary for the girl, was noted.

That there is no woman known William Lewius in this country, and that another has named it. When a woman proves the truth and takes revenge, she hurts herself and shows love. He wants me to forgive myself for being selfish. Various things were written. The girl was not interested in most of them. My only interest is that William Lewius was someone else, that's all.

So where did the present William Lewius come from? Why was it necessary to replace William Lewis? The girl came to an easy conclusion. Because that was the answer the girl wanted.

Girls tear up more, more letters.

The girl is filled when only she can be an accomplice when the words in it are her own, and the truth written in it is her own.

Just know the truth this way, get it, and just shake it up and you'll get your thoughts. Let's also beg for love with this weapon. And yet you break that weapon yourself. The girl learns to love in the act. Unknown, not even known to the thoughtful, the truth lives only in the girl. That's where love resides.

The girl laughed. Laughing and splitting apart letters scattered into the darkness at Arkas night. The truth is now in darkness. Only a girl can know.

The girl threw her own mask at the end as well. The girl with the look of a trance underneath, her name...

Rutgard von Taylor

She carried the unforgivable business with joy.

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While settlements everywhere held their first summer festivals jointly and were very busy, one man prayed behind a golden forest, in front of a single large tree.

May she be safe. May my son be safe. Many times, many times, a prayer that has never been indispensable since the time I threw my sword away. Twice a day, late at night when everything was quiet and early in the morning when everyone was not awake.

Prayer and two prayers for the Great Tree when working out swords on a daily basis. Those were his routines.

'Please take those two... I don't care what happens to me. I don't mind dying tomorrow. So please, Daiki. God tree. Please, both of you.'

Keep praying. Already the family was made up of just two people, myself and my wife. The wife also has a lot of time to lay low on the floor. The man also wishes her well. I don't care what happens to me. Fully in his role as Lewis, the sword hasn't waved as one since that day.

I threw away all my own hopes. So...

'That's longer than usual. Warren. "

"... Brad?"

I had been aware for some time that there was some sign behind it.

"Did you have a heartbeat?

"It's my fault."

'What if I told you I did too?

'... that kid is strong. Regardless of my son, she's Ray, even immature. You're supposed to die easily.'

"William Lewis, White Knight of Arcadia"

Warren looked up when she heard the name.

"Lewis is a family of sword blacksmiths. For a long time, I have been involved with the outside, and few clans have gone out. William, too, in a rare name. '

"But it's William Lewis in his generation. Isn't it normal to think it has something to do with this?

'Rumor has it that the man has gray hair. Not my son. "

'Well, you're looking into it for once. You're a parent, too. "

A lot of silence flowed between them. A silent common language that only flows between them. They look like they're hanging out from around, but they were childhood friendlies, best friends, and above all rivals. It's already a long time ago.

"If the White Knight had the same strength as those Campeadors, like the Three Kings, he would not win in Bridget. In the sword of Lucitania, you cannot win '

It was Brad who opened his mouth first.

'Oh. Right. You won't win. We proved it ourselves. "

Warren nodded as she distorted the edge of her mouth.

'Really? Whatever I was, you looked like you were devouring yourself. Of course, if you still hold the sword, but'

"I threw away my sword."

'Nonsense. That was a coincidence. It just so happens that he survived. It was also a coincidence that I had lost my memory. Quarter century ago, just stuck to one coincidence, how long are you going to keep doing this senseless thing? I just prayed to a tree this big, and neither your son nor my daughter is coming home! You really know, Warren!

Warren still can't move.

'I will not forgive you. Whenever you're in a position to choose everything, you've made all the choices to others. Your strength would have stopped Bridget intact. If you hadn't stopped my son in the first place, this would have happened!

"Sorry."

"That's the face. All, all, really, even though you have it. Always is. That habit makes you look like you don't always have one. You coward. '

The moment Brad said that, he sat back and took up the position of being together. Warren reacts and retreats instantly to the overflowing acumen of killing. Let's see what Brad looks like.

'Look at that. What threw the sword away? It's stained you. It's not gone. "

Warren stares at herself in dismay. Under the moonlight, I saw myself in the sword of Brad, which I had struck and forged, and I saw the delusion that I should have erased.

"Your prayers are worthless. That's what you should understand best."

That's what I'm saying. I'm leaving, Brad. The illusion of his escapade, the sword he should have thrown away, the samurai's attempt to hold the void searching for things he didn't have, the setup of the art of abode.

Warren slapped his own head to the ground as much as he wanted. I can't stop halfway understanding that prayer doesn't make sense that I've been wrong since that day. If that doesn't make sense, if you abandoned your sword, gave up your beloved, if you couldn't stop your son, if you couldn't face your family and just keep tying yourself up, if everything was done for nothing and all your choices were wrong...

'You can't forgive me. Oh, my God. "

He desperately pushes and kills that he's about to scream out, and the man still prays. We can no longer stop it. There's no way to keep yourself except to keep believing it makes sense. He abandoned his sword, succeeded the governor of the house as a direct line of Lewius, and gave up going out to the outside world according to the commandments of Lucitania. I pushed it on my son. Don't take the same path as yourself.

If everything was wrong - because I can't stand to keep living.

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"Are you feeling all right?

'I'm fine. If it gets so noisy until midnight, I can't sleep.'

"It's entertainment not many times a year, so forgive me."

The two women were drinking fruit liquor that fermented in the corner of the festival. The hair color is both the same shade, but the overall atmosphere is two opposite poles. A woman who has a vibrant atmosphere and a flamboyant atmosphere, minus the disease.

The two were supposed to be relatives. By having two children tied together.

'With that said, you don't have Warren or Brad. I can't believe we're fighting somewhere again...' cause we're just kids now '

"... hehe, I wonder who's sweet on those two"

On the thorny line, you're better off hanging out.

'If you correct the ex, it's all your fault. If you hadn't told me that you were leaving Lucitania, you would have gone out with those two and everyone and come home worn out and then gone all crazy'

Black emotions were swirling in the eyes of the flimsy one. deposits that had accumulated over the years. Gutsy and boiled negative emotions.

'I was delighted at first. Because that guy gave up on you. Beautifully refreshed, Brad grabbed you for forgetting that man's memory and the memory of the war. Really, I laughed. Because when I went outside, I didn't think I could do it anymore. That's why you left, isn't it? Because in Lucitania, you couldn't accompany Warren. "

"What are you talking about? I, I meant to... I had Warren in the first place. '

'Me too, I got it. I've always admired it. He was one of the best blacksmiths in Lewis, and yet he was competing for the sword with Brad, that guy.'

Warren with Brad? That can't be right. 'Cause that guy's in Ray.'

'But that man has changed. I never held the sword, I kept striking the sword like crazy, and despite everyone, I didn't open my heart to anyone, I don't know who it was for, but I didn't even want to know, but it was every day that I walked out of my house and prayed to Master Oki'

Black, cloudy eyes stare at the woman.

'I hate you. After all, I never got one. My whole family is dead. I made a lot of them, but I thought I'd be happy. That guy didn't even look at me until the end. So, Mi-na, I'm hiding, but I'm not hiding. I'll poke you. Die, before. It all begins with you. You gathered young, armed swordsmen from each settlement and went out. And I joined the war, and I'm over half dead. It's all because of you. Brenda Feelin!'

Before the impugned truth, Brenda, Bridget's mother, Brad's wife, had her bloodwet memory flashed back and lost consciousness. What the men who heard the noise and approached saw was a woman looking down at Brenda who fainted with hatred.

She doesn't even care about zero blood coming from the edge of that mouth, and she keeps looking down.

A week after that commotion, Warren's wife left the world. From that day on, Warren goes on to strike the sword like crazy. Lose your beloved wife, lose your family, just the lone man keeps praying. Even Warren no longer knows what that prayer is for and for whom it is directed.

Just one word, if you're communicating your thoughts - it's much, much further after Warren loses all his sanity.