Tower of Karma

Carls retreating to Oldengard for a good rest. We were all relieved by our first victory in a long time. Whether it's a triumph in one phase, if there's no trigger somewhere, you'll lose out on the big picture if it drifts. The Arcadia army took a half-step forward from its Setouchi.

"I've been enjoying this one, but it looks like it was amazing! Heavy fighting, how many namesakes did you take, Central Army?"

Gregor gives a remorseful look. They seemed to be getting back on track one by one. I can only be jealous because my heart is relaxed.

"I don't know. It doesn't matter who took it now. Win the war, that's all."

Gilberto cuts back to cool.

"But you regretted not being able to take Kimon's neck, right?

Carl just cut it off. Gilberto's full grin stiffens.

"Well, it doesn't make sense if we don't win. Finally, we can talk about the economy. That's enough, really."

Before the Carls come to Gregor's thirsty grin, see the number of defeats they have overlaid. Still in distress is no different. Only slightly faded, that's all we're talking about.

"Whoa, not the kids, all the time."

I found Carl and the others talking. Gustav walks over with a chick. It looks different than when I saw it on the battlefield. Weird walking probably affects injuries as well.

"Thank you for your hard work today. I'll bust you from the first day. Hey. This is General Bernhardt's healing unit. I've been hearing all about Browstat, so I thought I couldn't point it flat handed. I'm the type... I can see it well, and I can do my job exactly. Excellent, you."

Gustav strokes Carl's head around. so much momentum that a concussion is likely to occur. You look smaller than you see on the battlefield, but still considerably bigger than Carl.

"I'm afraid Osvalt's boy is standing around against Ostberg's second-largest man. Well, his fear is all-powerful, not one-handed strength, but he's strong nonetheless. It's a big deal."

Gustav praises and kills them both. Carl laughing like trouble. Gilberto is upset when he says he's a boy. Gregor, who can't get into the conversation. It had a triplet-like reaction.

"It's just that today," Black Gold "probably caught fire. Tomorrow or later, Super Kichi."

"No matter how many people come, we just take them down."

Gustav laughs bitterly at Gilberto's strong statement.

"That's a reliable story. But I've seen a giant star too sweetly."

Gustav looks up to heaven. It's like you're remembering...

"A hundred times as good as I imagined. The army led by the giant stars is exceptional, so there are only three of them on this earth. How many people do you think are on this earth? The top three of them, strong without a multiplier. Or what? Be careful. Be careful. You won't win."

Carl moved forward before Gilberto could argue with words like giving up.

"I used to see Strakles fight in Laconia. It was a tremendous glow, and I thought it was amazing in the long run. But I don't feel like we can beat each other right now."

A strong statement that is rare for Carl. Gilberto is also nodding with tremendous momentum.

"Laconia...... uh, I see. There was no such thing. Yeah, forget it."

Gustav's pressure strikes Karl. A much heavier atmosphere. Power resides in words.

"I mean it differently then. That's a battle I've come to lose. True opposite of the battle we came to win. I can't help comparing farce to battle." Black Gold "and" Black Sheep "are all together to suppress" Immovable "by themselves, and" National Shield "and" Golden Sword "are discussed, and" Immovable "is still leading the situation of disadvantage, right? Erase your memories from your head. No, you're gonna get hurt, fatal, all the time."

Gustav strokes Carl's head around to erase his memory again. I returned the satisfied calluses and walked away.

The three remaining men shook off their backs.

"If you want to win, you can't win."

Gregor shook his head at Gilberto's words.

"I'm not unwilling to win. I don't feel like I can win. I'll see if you guys look at it. When you see the monstrous strength of the army led by the giant stars,"

Gregor was trembling. A strong man is always trembling, abandoning his shame and ears. Carl and Gilberto lose their words to the sight. A monster who says he can't win by playing Gustav, the strong general he sees on the battlefield.

Carl and the others didn't know the strength of the giant stars.

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The next day, it was the battle that I wanted in all my strength. The battlefield is a plain, a place that does not deceive. Formations and other ideas can be devised, but the benefits of terrain cannot be used. That's why the plains are tested for more local power than the powers of generals. And Arcadia was better, and that's what we all recognized. Even Ostberg had that perception.

"Damn... it's ridiculous"

But they're all talk about mediocre things. It doesn't apply to giant stars.

"... the pursuit is coming. We're leaving, Carl."

The giant star was strong. The army led by the giant star was stronger. So much to overshadow the difference in local power - that's what Strakless meant to lead.

Gilberto was also remorsefully distorting his face again. No, it's about Gilberto with a regrettable face. Everyone else was suddenly in a state of self-loss. Carl was also a thought that his previous values were falling apart. Confidence that drove Marslan back, William and his pride in piling up victories, cultivated with browstats - everything collapses.

"Good, I let you hold it till sundown."

Next to the losing Carls, worn out Gustav rode his horse.

"You're doing great. If it weren't for you guys, the other 20% of you here would be dead. Fully contributes. That monster is more than that... it's pathetic."

Carl and his men fought well when they saw the whole thing. Therefore, I felt the seriousness of Strakless on my skin. The shock of that penetration, the loss of his men, it all becomes an unforgettable pain and irritates Carl.

"I have to have it till winter. You have to be ready for Oldengard. And at the dawn of the year, when spring comes, it will be the royal hand. Seriously, maybe Yabe, all the time."

Gustav's. That's not weak. It was just a fact. To that word, which is too heavy, Carl's pain increases even more in magnitude.

He said, "Well, you don't have to be so pessimistic."

Gustav smiles only a little during his defeat.

"Arcadia still has a 'strong' guy left. If he comes, the battlefield will change."

Gustav's gaze was towards the 'north'. At the end of that gaze, there must be some strong men that you trust most to Carl. It's still early to give up. Even if we can't win on our own, the possibilities remain as long as we buy time.

"... Gilberto, let's do our best tomorrow"

There was strength in Carl's eyes. Look at that. Gilberto looks just a little dissapointed.

"Hmm, naturally. I have no weakness like you."

"Uh, it's terrible."

"You fool."

Gustav laughed when he saw a light-mouthed reward similar to his strength. Though it inspired me, I'm laughing at Strakles' seriousness, the first time I've seen that battle. Half-breed strengths would erase it before that man's beauty. Being able to do that means you haven't succumbed.

(So they're doing their best. Seriously, please hurry.)

Hope always sprouts if you don't give in. The seed must be...

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losing streak of battles. The Browstat group merged to slow progress, but the large crowd never covered it. Every day the Carls are worn out, under the intransigent onslaught of Strakles. It's already beyond its limits, even if it can be enjoyed at critical points.

"- Schulz, Heinen, Bergit"

Carl mumbles the names of his lost men. A formation of great armies spreading in front of you. I was looking at that from the outer wall of the fort in Oldengard. Starting tomorrow, it will finally be a battle to protect Oldengard. Being pushed to this point in itself, already in a predicament. If they took this place, it would be absolutely deadly.

"Gates, Largo, Thomas -"

Carl remembers "everything" about those who have been his own men, men of unreliable superiors like himself. I remember my face and my name. I remember the pain of losing them. The grief is on my back.

"It's cold on boulders."

When I realized, there was Hilda next door. The scars running on my face are painful. But he doesn't even try to hide it, he stands next to Carl in dignity. You must have healed, your body and your mind. You must have crossed, grief.

"Yeah, you are."

The book of the night covered them. Dark despair was swallowing their armies. Everyone in this army has no doubt that Oldengard will be lost somewhere tomorrow, the day after tomorrow. Everyone believed in losing again tomorrow.

I'm sorry, I can't win.

Carl distorts his face in regret. This is the kind of phrase that I uttered in vain when I won.

"Bye, I don't think anyone can win. Cry Carl."

"Haha, right.... Exactly."

Carl doesn't cry. I couldn't cry anymore. He is no longer in a good position to cry. But it's very hard not to live up to the trust that the lost ones had. I won't allow Carl's position to be a crybaby. I stopped being a crybaby, so Carl put me in my current position.

"Cry, crybaby."

"I won't cry. Even if I want to cry, I can't cry. Already, forever."

"Oh well. That's right.... you're just like me now, yeah, you're a better, decent, Arcadia soldier than I was when I got here with my parents' seven lights."

Night breeze passes between us. Hilda shivering lightly. A bit of a deliberate tremor. And I leaned over to Carl for warmth.

Hilda's stronger than me.

"The arm. But you're on top of me. That's what I used to hate."

"Now what?

"I don't think so."

It's warm, but I can't soak it in its mud. It is a time of war now. And they are military men. Above all, this is a battlefield, a place that could be a dead place tomorrow.

"Tell your father, I used to talk about you. He said he was a sob and pitiful little one. The habit of becoming a baron is that there are crybabies who have gone into first kindergarten correctly because of money alone."

Carl laughs bitterly. I didn't quite understand it at the time, but the kindergarten where Carl was passed through was the most historic prestige in the Arkas, where only middle-aged and above the nobility could enter. I didn't know that, and Carl was bullied at the time without being sure.

"But, you know, your father hit me when he heard you talk. And I complimented you. Strong kid. That's what I regret and I kicked you the next day... remember?

Carl shook his head to the side. I had too many kicked memories to tell which one it was about.

"I can laugh at any time, I can laugh right away when I cry. That's strength. I argued that I was just stupid, though. He was stupid, actually."

"It's terrible. But I admit I was an idiot. Even now."

"But it was strong. Because I was stupid, because I wasn't as smart as we were, I got stronger. You're glowing now. You can't see me anymore."

"I'm buying it. I'm no big deal."

William's artifacts. Besides, we can only defend the war. I can't fight myself. I even sigh because of the so bad artifacts. There was always a complex. A brilliant brother, a contemporaneous nobleman of glorious talent, and a white knight whom I admire most. I was just laughing at it and deluding it, and there's no such thing as strength.

"Your voice is sweet. A gentle, weak, and still squeezed out voice is sure to give everyone courage. We don't have your weapon. A weapon that can never be held by the furry things of strength. That it's weak. That you can stand up to the weak but strong things. I guess you want to support the weak and the strong."

Carl doesn't know. Weakness is a drawback. Best complex for Carl. I never thought I'd be praised for mentioning that.

"That kind of strength, I didn't know. Oh, if I'd known, if I'd known this was going to happen, I'd have tried a little harder to be liked. Failure"

Hilda glances at the wounds on her face.

"I'm going to war tomorrow, too. Under you, well, actually, under Gilberto, but I think we're going to fight there. If I were a woman, I'd already be damaged and worthless, but as a warrior, I'm going to excel. Use it thoroughly. I'll do my best, too."

Carl looked at Hilda's face. Under an engraved scar, a smile I couldn't help but make, Hilda was crying. Overcoming grief does not mean forgetting. It is to endure the pain of the carved wound. Still, what hurts hurts. Sometimes I want to cry.

"Hey, before, I said I wanted to protect you, remember?

Hilda's smile stiffened. I'm sure the words she releases from here will destroy the grin she desperately made. Carl thinks that's fine. Because this grin doesn't suit her.

"Forgot."

"Then I'll say it again. I'll be strong enough to protect you. I want to be strong and recognized by you. [M] That's my ambition."

"I don't. It's getting cold, so I'm going home."

"No. I'm not leaving."

Carl grabbed Hilda's arm. Hilda has more power. It should be easy if you want to shake it. But Shivering Hilda, he didn't try to resist.

"I'm still weak. I was actually going to say it after I got properly strong. But Hilda von Gardner, whom I've always liked, said that the woman I loved was worthless. I can't recognize that word."

Carl's eyes were looking straight at Hilda's. I'm not running anymore. I won't even give you an escape. To myself, to Hilda.

"Scratches, they're on."

"I don't care. My favorite woman is a warrior. It hurts."

"I'll be violent, too."

"... I'd love to keep it down a little, but I'm used to it, yeah"

"I'm not being honest."

"Yeah, I know. Then surprisingly clumsy, I know he's a crybaby."

"Shut up, crybaby Carl"

At last Hilda cried out. To the tears, Carl is relieved. If I hadn't stopped here, I'm sure she wouldn't have cried forever. She would not have cried in public when she decided to abandon being a woman and to live as a warrior, ready to abandon her weakness.

Because this tear is a testament to your weakness as a person.

"... If I return alive, when I return to the King's Capital, I will marry you if I feel comfortable"

"........................... Huh!?

"Huh!? Not you, you idiot Carl! You want to piss me off? You know, clumsy, crying, whatever you want to say when you think about it. I haven't seen you in a while."

"Hey, wait a minute! You said you answered, you were a little deluded! Oh, but you haven't misheard me. Listen carefully..."

"Forget it, crybaby idiot, Carl!

Hilda's fist slipped into Carl's face. Karl falls down with a nosebleed. Too much momentum, I knocked out one shot. Hilda, with a bright red face, blushes even more when she sees Carl's fainting face.

"... you must be a little stronger."

Keep your face close to Carl, who's passed out.

"It's not a bad hobby to peek that far into a boulder."

Hilda jumps out of Bikuri and Karl. Behind it stood Gilberto with a troubled face. When I see it, Hilda's face turns blue or red or changes dramatically.

"I'll take you to bed. Do that when you're not fainting at each other."

Gilberto carrying Carl.

"Duh, where were you looking from?

"It's cold, that's about it."

"Not from the beginning! It's a bad enough hobby, you sloppy skank!

"... that's the first time you've been told. You're hurting a little. Well, let's admit it's a bad taste. I need to talk to Taylor, too. I couldn't answer because you called me first. [M] I also thought about taking my seat off... but it was interesting."

"Oh, Lord Osvalt under heaven has such a hobby"

"He's my second son."

To Gilberto's seemingly light mouth, Hilda sighs and then laughs bitterly.

"Are you letting me use it?

"A little. But it doesn't seem necessary anymore. Starting tomorrow, say hello, Gardner."

"Yes, sir. Take your time with men, then."

Hilda returns the blemishes. I tried to walk away as I was, but I stopped.

"Thanks. Because thanks to you for keeping your mouth shut, it's a lot easier. Besides, you took my word for it. Now I can get Carl again. Oh, ho, ho, ho."

Say something stupid. Now it's time to walk away, Hilda. Gilberto's eyes staring at its back reflected a slightly more complex color.

Gilberto carries a fainted curl and stands alone. That face...

"... Couldn't you keep your mouth shut a little longer, Gilberto von Osvalt"

Gilberto asking himself. Mock yourself at the funny look of it.

"It's untrained. You must have given up a long time ago. You fool."

Gilberto with a little disappointment in himself. I mock myself and thirst, and look at Carl.

"We're gonna live, Taylor. Your petition came true in the corner."

Hell from tomorrow, we have to survive.

Determination New They celebrate the day of the showdown.

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"Coming! The lead is Strakless!

Oldengard is not made to withstand a siege. He was attacked once, but since then he hasn't had any tone out, which makes him less defensive than Laconia. I'm trying to mobilize the people of Oldengard to work in civil engineering and improve their defense, but that's also a burning blade. Superior build if you can earn half an hour from being picked up by an enemy.

"It's an arrow, shoot an arrow!

Therefore Baldias also chose a flat hand on the plain. Take it in front at all and let it stay there even if you can't push it back. That's what we were fighting for.

After all, I didn't assume it. Arcadia told me about this. It is therefore a predicament.

"Heavy Cavalry, Previous"

Struckless twinkling voice. Even that will reach the enemy army. A terrible amount of voice, a hot tide of blood put in it, lifts the army's voltage. Before the out-of-digit heat, the Arcadia army was already under barometric pressure.

"I can't get through the arrows!?

Ostberg's tiger son, the heavily armed cavalry, has ravaged Arcadia many times. It is the development system of heavy-duty infantry, and there are no horses that can withstand the weight of the equipment even as Arcadia imitates it. Originally from Ostberg, Belcheron, an ultra-heavy horse that has abandoned its speed and pursued its power. It was the heavily loaded cavalry that made them put together thick iron armor that would not even let them through the arrows over an average body of two metres.

The riders wear thick armor again. Thicker than normal armor had turned into an invincible cavalry that wouldn't even let a linear arrow of crossbows through. A small number but special. It is usually placed in the South as a counter-gallious personnel, but this time it was different.

"Ravage it! I will punish you today!

Strakles' Decree. Raging mad heavyweight cavalry. An ultra-heavy tsunami is pushing in.

It has been ravaged many times to this day. I'll see you today.

"Yes, many times...... do you ever get hit!

There is a faint hint of iron on Strakless's nose.

"Stone Archer forward"

And the pale shield that appears. It appeared firmly in Strakless's eyes.

Stone Archers lined up sloppily on the front line. The appearance is no different from that of the Crossbow squad. And in Crossbow, heavy cavalry is unstoppable. The mockery, the chronic heart, born therefore.

…………

I played Strakless and got lost in judgment. Obviously the atmosphere is separate from the stuff up to yesterday. That's it if you say you're in the mood, but will it really happen?

"Keeping it is important when cutting it. That's why they call it trump cards. William's for sale."

Carl smiled. And issue the decree.

"Beginning how to hit. Destroy the enemy!

The stone archers released the stone bow and the trade name 'Arborest' simultaneously. Authentic version of what William used as a prototype in the North. Eckhardt's crazy idea and William, Einhardt, took it to commercial use. And...

"I'm sorry. I'm rich."

Those big customers were Carl von Taylor. I bought everything I commercialized before this war started, Hui Eye. Einhardt's merchant soul, who delivered it without even being held in time of war. by this brother without seeking,

This hell was created.

"... don't feel the fever wo"

Strakles escaped difficulty as he slowed his steps just before. I can also say I was lucky. Hit it and it's special. Some distance, no thick iron, no destructive force. It is not a murder. It is precisely destruction. Destruction marks engraved on people and horses. Blood tide erupting late from there.

Exploding, scattered organs colour hell.

"If you want to protect me, I can be the devil."

Just one simultaneous fire. Some cavalry have not hit. But the horse doesn't move. The knight's heart was also broken. I can't get my head around to filling things up or anything like that. This inorganic destruction had such power. It is such a force that it is likely to change the war.

"The momentum of the enemy has stopped! We're leaving!"

It's Gilberto that moves into that gap. Gilberto squad following it.

"Come on, kid!

Strakles fiercely. But...

"I fought many times. I understand the difference in power."

Gilberto avoided Strakless. Gilberto's squad also strakles, avoiding its surroundings and bypassing.

"Run away!?

"Oh, yeah. But you better watch out, giant."

Strakles sensed a hunch and took his gaze off Gilberto. And look at the rain of arrows pouring down at you.

"A backhand must win. You've finally stepped backwards, Strakless!

Baldias moves the main unit and pushes the archers forward. Reasons why troops who bother to storm bypass. If you can't corrupt 'black gold' in melee, you just have to nest it at a distance and kill it. The formation for it, the detour for it, that's why Carl smacked a big one and crushed the lead.

"I'm serious today. It's been a long time since we've had such a crisis!

The entire Arcadia army takes shape of crane wings. I mean...

"Do you mean speed battle? This is my opponent... so delightful!

Whether Arcadia's siege comes first or Ostberg's central breakthrough comes first, from here it is a fastness battle. Immobility moved. I thought this was the place to compete, but that's why.

Those who conquer this place will conquer the battlefield. And then even the future of the country...