Tower of Karma

William didn't feel alive. Despite the fact that he has gone as far as he can through places with allies, Strakles is chasing the deserted field as much as he can. Even subtracting Berger's horsepower is still an unusual rate. Slightly his men stuck behind him, and William ran away like a sheep chased by a group of wolves.

"You're such a monster, giant star!

I wasn't dreaming of catching up with a giant star. However, I had some idea of whether it would work at all or could be eaten down depending on how it was done.

(Too sweet. Exclusive on the battlefield is better than Kyle's. Ma, Kyle would win in the arena...... it's still far away. A little more... Gotta save up)

Sweet thoughts shattered. But the paralysis in my hand, and the confidence that the blow was lifted. I'm not greedy any more this time. If you're greedy, you'll be instantly ravaged by the monster behind you.

I'm not the star, am I?

A hand in escape. Of course there are measures.

We got away, we got to be sure.

"Whew!? I'm ready, it's white!

A bunch of enemies and a group of allies, ahead of them through it, there was William's main unit that had kept him waiting, less skilled Arcadia soldiers standing in crossbows, bows, etc. This is the way out, a measure to stop Strakless.

"Back off, Mr. Ji!

If you look at this, you will leave. And those pale expectations...

"What a prick! Naturally, assault!

Meaningless for giant stars. He smiles and storms at me.

"Ko, no! There's a war freak!

The moment William is absorbed into the main unit, the troops let the arrows bathe in their enemies as much as they want. The corresponding damage will be done, but it is not effective for Strakles and Berger, who are heavily armored just for heavy cavalry, and the troops that are following them. I got stuck eating. If this happens, total annihilation is a matter of time.

(... a weak soldier for times like this. Let's grow it again from scratch)

William doesn't care and escapes like a shepherd himself.

Some seses float only if they live. Besides, William is not the star of this one.

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It was one spear. Just one flying spear. Faster than anyone, stronger than anyone. Once released, but at the end of the day, it won't stop because of any other factor, whether it will be stabbed by the target or destroyed along the way. Simple and lucid, hence strong.

That is Arcadia's proud 'Spear of War'.

In this battle, it was released for the first time.

"... Gustav? But that momentum, and... where are you headed?

The first thing I noticed was Kimon, who was in a death fight with Gilberto and the others. Even as Gilberto heads to exploit the birth gap, he is inhibited by Kimon's men. While dealing with them, Kimon had his head running at all costs.

"Stupid. I haven't given you the element to notice. The information is blocked, too. So, that's why it's possible. How with that man, there's no way you'd notice!

But the impetuous Gustav squad is clearly headed towards someone different from the battlefield.

"When you realize it, you mean... here you come, and once again you hold us back... Jan von Zeektowoo!

Kimon roar. But it's already too late.

The spear heads straight to the target.

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But I noticed at the same time as Kimon, and there happened to be a man fighting closer than Kimon. Hilda and his subordinate intransigent attacks split him apart from Kimon, and from Ostberg the troops were flowing to the left. That's lucky.

"I don't know what I'm going to do... but I'm not going to let you go any further."

Lester von Falke. Ostberg's novelty held back the spear path more to its talent and luck. Lester and no, if it's Ostberg's, we'll all know. What this movement means. It's good to lose today. It's not good, but you just have to work hard tomorrow. But...

"This previous boy..."

Lester's concentration reaches its limit.

If we go through here, we won't even be able to work hard tomorrow.

"... wheezy. Now I'm..."

Take the enemy. Fly the Black Eagle.

"It's Jan von Zeekt's spear, Gustav from" War Spear ". Unlike me until yesterday, what the hell?"

The spear shot through it, smashing through Lester's troops without loosening momentum. A touch of armor cuffs, Lester hit by too much force difference, makes a bigger impact on the mind than pain. We had a good focus before this, and only for this moment today. Still, far worse.

"Spear it. Whatever it is, the weapon depends on the handheld. Depending on the handles, it can become both a loose sword and a famous sword. He used a spear like me."

Any samurai has a brace of condition. Gustav has a very large wave of it. It's so intense that even the person can't control it. Gustav doesn't know if that's mental or physical. But Jan uses Wonder and Gustav to maximize their effectiveness. If Jan uses it, he turns it into a special spear. That's why he became known as the 'Spear of War'.

So this is the first time a true 'Spear of War' has moved on this battlefield.

"Come on, this fight, it's over!

There's nothing holding back spears anymore.

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I also notice Strakless. I noticed the movement and in an instant I noticed the aim. More than a decade ago, Jan von Zeekt, an Arcadia Wisdom who tormented himself in Laconia. Gustav von Eiblinger, who was one of his men. A special spear that wielded fierceness everywhere. Strakles remembered shooting through the opponent's steeple at the best possible time.

"... with us, even to Garias... no, that's no excuse"

Strakles abandons William Squad, almost devastated, and heads to where his own deputy generals wait. The trend was decided. The form of defeat also came in the worst way.

"... white meh. Remember that."

Strakles laughs bitterly when he sees William smiling in the distance. If William hadn't fished me out, Berger's feet might have made it. I targeted William because I didn't expect him to be targeted there in this phase, but probably all of the maneuvers. Strakles, it's not like this. When you aim over there, you shift yourself to the left or right side of the battlefield, and you decide with a war spear, that's how it was decided. This is not to say that there is no sound at all.

"I'll definitely pay you back this debt. Arcadia."

Strakles quietly admitted defeat.

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Gustav aimed at the Ostberg army camp. There was so much food and resources in this place close to the front line that it burned them all. The hurriedly inverted Ostberg army leaves the fleeing Gustav squad abandoned and retreats.

But why have so many resources been sent to simple camps? Why didn't we pinch firmer, for example, bases like Laconia as relays?

The answer was now spreading in front of the Arcadia army.

Ruined Laconia. High stone exterior walls had also been smashed down, completely losing their function as fortifications. This is no different from the camp around there. Why did this happen?

"... there is no reason for the Ostberg army to do this. It's the base that took the corner. Laconia is mandatory as a relay point if you want to take it as far as Oldengard. Even if you can't take Oldengard at last, you can retreat and stomp in Laconia. No matter what you think, there's no reason to do this."

Carl nods at William's words. Securing Laconia for Ostberg would be of great benefit in dropping Oldengard. We don't want Ostberg bothering to do anything to our disadvantage.

"Then the answer would be one. There is no way Arcadia's general will die without leaving any souvenirs behind. What a romantic thing to say, though. Still, a man named Caspar was someone who could do that. Knowing that he cannot win on his own, he entrusts possibilities to the future in exchange for his life. He was a disciplined man."

Jan laughs in remembrance. Kaspar didn't originally serve only the Third Army either. When I went to the battlefield, I was raging around on the battlefield as a First Army or a Second Army. In the three armies, the shield of the country, in the battlefield, the front line, and Jan fought with each other more than once.

"Exactly the shield of the country. It was like a brilliant death. Admiral Caspar."

Drop the liquor in the land of Laconia, which Jan has turned into ruins. It's for the hand.

"With this one hand, Ostberg was forced to retreat while attacking that far, but eventually remaining in its original territory. I couldn't eat even a little bit of Arcadia land. If Laconia were alive, the battle would have lasted until winter. The winning actor..."

William also sent an honest compliment, no matter what his heart was again. Though the battle ahead was a complete victory, this side has also lost considerable fighting power. Besides, the opponent is a thousand, the strongest strakless. Five thousand reinforcements will never be safe.

"... Father."

Hilda laying face down. Next to it, Carl lends his body.

Even so, Arcadia won a great victory. Ultimately inhibited Ostberg's seriousness while various factors overlapped. And I grabbed it. The future.

"I'll take care of it later. My... let it connect. The future of this country, my way."

Baldias declares for his late friends. I don't know if it's the future Caspar wants. Still, I will do my best to keep this country alive. In the Baldias way.

Arcadia's victory, not just a victory. It is a triumph taken from a giant star. This was the bell that marked the beginning of the era of war and the prelude to a turbulent era in the days to come.

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Strakles silently knelt before King Ernst. And bow your head deeply and deeply. It breaks my heart to see that, Ernst. But I can't say a sweet word. Strakles' defeat is not that light.

"I didn't expect anything that would also be Strakless to be congrated and defeated. Isn't that a really embarrassing story, yeah!?

Ergos, Ernst's uncle and a man ministered to Ernst on merit during his succession to the throne. Intentional and unacknowledged by Ernst's charm, he is also an ambitious man for the throne if there is a gap. Strakles and I were friends of the dog monkeys.

"Well, isn't that good enough, Ergos"

Ernst whispers. but the fruit of it is counterproductive.

"Good? You say something very sweet. A man called a giant star is defeated. The face of the state, the symbol of force is soiled. Now Ostberg was clearly shown to the world that he was inferior to Arcadia. I think we should think a little deeper about what this means."

Ergos' words are so true that he does not like them. This was a battle we couldn't afford to lose together. Whatever the form, the worst degree of laconia must be secured war. Even if you lose, your face as a nation is rounded.

"Lord Strakles was temporarily cautious, wondering if we should put him down from the throne of the Grand General and set up another. For example... what about my son? Parental hiatus, but I think the track record of sealing Saint Lawrence for many years deserves consideration."

Words that would make you want to laugh with your nose instantly if you were a martial artist. What kind of track record would I have to say because I suppressed St. Lawrence, who doesn't even show a willingness to attack me? But this time, the martial artist can't speak easily. I just lost a battle led by a martial arts officer, and there can't be a say or anything.

"Then let's recall General Erebor. And then..."

During the story of Ergos, the main door of the floor opened. Everyone looks you in the eye.

There was a boy in charge of the big bag.

"Garias, neck, full. Now, twitch, forgive me."

The quirky boy repeats the big bag he brought himself. There's a lot of rotten, smelly people's necks popping out of there.

"Ooh, ooh!

Ergos and the rest of the civilian field are about to spit out the odor that pierces their noses.

A boy who doesn't even point his gaze at them and comes close to Hiko and Ernst.

"Praise me."

A boy offering his head before Ernst. Ernst had a full smile.

"Well done, Eving. All right, all right."

I'll stroke your head. The boy called Eving snapped his throat gladly.

"Gu, Eving! This is not a good place for something like you to come in! Leave now."

Eving turned his gaze to see if he was finally interested in the words of Ergos.

"Me, General, no good reason, no. You're the one who left. Grandma."

Did you exasperate in Eving's words, Elgoose pulling out the sword of your hips with the reflection of your nobility. It's a gorgeous decorative item, but it's lethal for once. I saw it. Eving...

"... giddy"

Soon after everyone stops, jump on the desk in front of Ergos with one foot in the air.

"Who do you think I am?"

The moment Ergos tried to wave his sword, Eving bit off Ergos' throat. Eving chewing meat in her mouth. Face it.

"Majuyi"

spit out. Ergos can't even scream and strikes around on the spot. where the air leaking sounds contiguous and slightly offensive,

"Shut up."

I trampled on Elgoose's face. And look at Nico and Ernst, and look at their troubled faces. Turning his eyes to Strakless, he was slightly reddish and puffy trembling.

"... self-defense. Me, not bad."

You guessed the air, Eving, making a cluttered excuse. The clerk on the spot looked at it bright blue in the face. The martial officer - he doesn't show it to his face, but he thought he was "well done" on the inside.

"Remember everything you don't need. He was such a man, but he said he was a brilliant man in politics... fix him there! They'll educate you!

"Shut up. You're about to lose. I won. I lost. Me, great."

"Mucky, I'm mad at you!

The giant stars get fierce. Even this year, Strakles was an extreme loser. On the day that Strakles loses the most, and is stirred up or bewitched...

"Takeshi Elns -"

It is bumpy.

"Ha ha. Hmm, what's wrong, Kimon?

Kimon grinning a little further away. At the end of that line of sight...

"No, how many faces did you see? It would be a hundred generals of Garias. I thought that if I had done all of this with that force, Master Eving would still be a genius."

A superpower general named Garias. He's a monster at the point of getting up there. Men sitting in a general position with only a hundred present in Garias. He was outnumbered by a monster when he was outnumbered by a widow.

"Well, my brother did his best."

Ernst stops by Kimon and smiles like he is.

"Yeah, and he turned off the interrupters, too. For once, I have firmly justified myself, and there will be nothing against you, Brother Wang, even if you rot."

"... rot, or not say"

Ernst that makes me grumpy. I'm swelling my cheeks.

"Excuse me. It's silence."

Kimon bows his head honestly. Ernst laughs at it alone.

Eving is the king's brother. But it's not authentic. Ernst and I are brothers with bellies. That's all I need. There are lots of brothers like that, no, there were. However, in the case of Eving, it was special. My mother is a slave. The king and the son of slaves, a bastard hidden and dumped in an unnamed mountain in the east of Ostberg.

That's Eving der Ostberg.

(But he survived. reign in the mountains, whether the king's blood made him do so, or as king of the beast. The possibility of this country that I happen to encounter when Lord Ernst was driven east by the former king. The blood of two kings. This time it's clear... definitely a masterpiece, Master Eving is)

Unique sensibilities cultivated as kings of beasts, sense of smell. I look at enemy tactics from the ground up and defeat them in ways that are not in the tactical textbook. Lester, of course, even Kimon's defeat in mock warfare has come these days. Kimon expects Strakless to grow instead.

"Hang in there!... Mmm, I was messing with you. There was one, a tight woman. I can win, but not Lester. I'll be dead soon."

"Become!? I was highly regarded by my tactical teacher for once."

"This guy's the best asshole"

"Mucky!"

Eving selling fights to all directions. But I'm curious about who that Eving recognized his strength with. Strakles and Kimon, which had been fierce until earlier, clouded their faces.

(Even to Garias... is that right?)

A disturbing, disturbing breeze blows.

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Fort located on the border between Gallias and Ostberg. There was a woman in one of the rooms there who represented a rolling grump all over her body. She is a woman who calls herself Lydiane. The stuff I'm wearing is pretty thin from the season's point of view, but I'm just fine because I'm running the fireplace at full capacity, rather I'm sweating.

"Liddy, it's an extra book.... but this sight is spectacular. And it's hot."

A man who enters the room without even knocking. I have a ton of books. But Lydiane's room was so different that I didn't care about it. There's Lydiane sleeping on the floor with all the crap away from the fireplace fire. Underneath it, there were so many books laid down that I almost forgot there was cobblestone. In addition to the scattered books, the mountains of books stretch vertically. Hundreds, if bad, thousands of books, in which Lydiane reads as she falls asleep.

"Leave me around. 'Cause I'm giving up reading right now."

"... there will be no choice. That one made a big move. Not if you're playing with Ostberg."

"It was my first line. It was my first experience in the corner...... forced to end before I felt ecstasy. I can't stop craving."

The man held his head when he saw Lydiane twinkling.

"Lady, be a little more discreet."

The man also complains about Lydiane's behavior and outfit. Thin, underwear like outfit. Styled body lines are exposed at all costs.

"You are my fiancée. I can't be shy. Let's start with the first experience in the bed of this Kagushiki book. I've been through everything. Come on!"

A way to invite a hundred years of love to cool down too. Niyanya, look at Lydiane laughing, the man sighs over.

"Was it funny enough to be that nasty?

A joking grin disappears from Lydiane's face. Burning fighting spirit in your eyes.

"Oh, it was great. An opponent so substandard that he was in the first line. No textbook, no Theory. Can you believe it? He put it on the battlefield now that systematization is going on, and on the contrary, he totally ditched it, and then he's strong. I wasn't in my imagination with someone who was kidding like this. Have you read thousands or tens of thousands of books in my eighteen years of life? There wasn't even that kind of arrangement."

Lydiane rolling with a groom.

"I'm stuck. To be honest, I was sent to this land with the Black Wolf in Saint Bart more than my Ostberg counterparts, the Knight Queen of Arkland across the sea, and the Male and White Knights of the North, beyond Ostberg and Arcadia... with such dreams. The results are excellent. My head's all gone, and I'm the chief officer, I can do whatever I want with that beast... it was supposed to be."

Lydiane shows the clever art of stepping on the community thick while falling asleep.

"Oh well, I wanted to try it, too. With the guy you praise so much."

Stopping perfectly, Lydiane looks at the man upside down.

"I can't enjoy it when you come to the top of the hundred generals." The King's Right Arm, "Daltanian."

"... two names I gave you because I'm your fiancée. It doesn't make any sense."

"Well put. Uh, hey, what happened over there?

"I'm screwed twice as much as I imagined. Really, this is an unusual year."

Daltanian looks bitter. It's ironic that the worse the facial distortion, the more interesting it becomes for Lydiane.

"I'd love to hear it. Otherwise, I'll play alone because I'm craving it."

"Definitely! I'll report it even if you don't tell me. Well, it doesn't make sense to keep quiet. We all know anyway. There's only one difference between early and late."

"Well, that's important."

"Sort of. First of all..."

Daltanian's subtle narrative. Lydiane shines her face on it.

A chaotic pattern appropriate for a tumultuous year is told.