Tower of Karma

"Is it all true?

On the road after the talks, Einhardt asks William.

"Not everything. There's a mix of lies, but it's almost true."

"Do you ever keep a Second Army purse?

"Truth."

"If you didn't get weapons in this country, what about buying them from abroad?

"It's a lie. I've been given permission to be spot on as a temporary hat, but I'm told I can't do business at my chamber of commerce desk if that's what's going to happen continuously."

"As for that condition... it won't be true until I hear it"

"Of course. It's impossible to lie about the contract. That's what your father taught me."

"Then the last... First Army and Third Army... do you have any handouts?

William stopped. And look up to heaven.

"Who do you think was the lead player in the battle ahead?

"I don't know. There's no way I know what's in this war."

Einhardt is suddenly asked a gatekeeper question and twisted his neck.

"Oh, that's why you couldn't even reward them until today. Handle the weapon, don't hold the source information."

Einhardt scratched his hair like he was in trouble for William's reprimand.

"Exactly. There's no sound."

"Well, it's also impossible to tell people to suddenly do well in a field that is a gatekeeper. Einhardt is doing well. On top of that I want you to do better in the future. If you use my position to the fullest, there won't be a case you can't take."

"Let's remember the liver. So, what the hell is the causal link between the main character of the previous battle and this one?

"Whoa, that's what you were talking about. It's not information that's big enough to stretch. The protagonists in the battle ahead were Baldias, Jan, Gustav, me, or the Second Army. This is obvious from the sequence of martial arts."

The group was the protagonist, not the individual. That's why William strangled himself. The purpose is the victory of the group, the victory of the Second Army is what I wanted to get in that battle. For the first time, William moves on.

"The Second Army gained a lot of strength in this matter. So how about the First Army, the Third Army?

"Maintain the status quo, huh?

William laughs.

"No. I let it down. The Third Army was devastated, and the First Army said it was slightly reduced. The Third Army lost a pillar called Caspar. There is a situation in which those who succeed are still undecided, and an ugly political battle within the Third Army. I no longer exchange my body as a group. It may soon be absorbed by one or the other."

Einhardt nods, "I see." I knew about the loss of Kaspar, but outside of my thoughts about what would happen by it. I am now even more frightened that I am trying to handle weapons, which are neglected by the military.

"The First Army fought hard down there. That's what Carl followed in this case, division chief, plus another big extra. So it looks more like a leap forward in that respect"

"The Third Army is easy to understand, but where the hell did the First Army downgrade?

"Up there. General Bernhardt von Osvalt. His extraction brought victory to Arcadia, but it was to greatly underestimate his own reputation. Personally, I raised my ratings the other way around, but the civilians don't see it that way. I ran away with the biggest, few things to see that way"

The views of the site and the upper management do not necessarily coincide. Sometimes even the best behavior is measured by another intent. Bernhardt did not come to the battlefield. I stayed at Browstat and let my men go to the dead. I was fighting on a battlefield where all three nobles were absent. All results work in a bad direction for Bernhardt.

"I just lost 'Sword Ride', 'Sword Ghost' a while back. I also lost the 'Golden Sword' in this battle. The promising talent of the First Army is shredded, and distrust is solicited at the apex. Gilberto, Carl, there are new buds out there, but the assessment of the current situation has definitely fallen. Then let's think relative. We can no longer call ourselves the First Army, the Third Army, the Second Army, which has grown in strength, and the Second Army, which has fallen in strength. Rather, there are movements that are seen as superficial. His Highness Aerhardt, the head of the Second Army, told the next king... and so on."

"Will there not be smoke where there is no fire,"

"That's the thing. If His Highness Airhardt were to take the throne, the First Army and the Third Army would be restructured first. As far as the Third Army is concerned, it will be dismantled before waiting for it. They're merchants. And not a hundred merchants. Be sure to sneer at me. Because I'm always a winner, and being on my side is the shortcut to profit."

Too thick-faced dialogue. But William really thinks so. Einhardt can't put that word on a smile either. Their position has changed dramatically over the past six months. If we can keep the Arms Chamber under our umbrella, it will also be a major chamber of commerce fighting over one or two within Arcadia. I've already done the flow. Even that stepped over and William proceeded.

"Power relations within the Arcadia Army are linked to the protagonists in the earlier battles. I mean, it's never rock. Neither the First Army nor the Third Army are, in a sense, rocks with the Second Army. Whenever the framework changes, it's not weird, and even ahead of the framework changes, it's not the organization that ends up having power then, that is, me. It means a lot more to have a handover to me than to have a handover to some army... From now on, it's bound to happen."

I can't laugh at this confidence without knowing it. The words unleashed by this man dwelt so much certainty in everything. The power, experience, and track record built up make him look big. The heads of the Chamber of Commerce would also have understood. One end of this man's fangs.

"The answer to the question is one army, the three armies have no handouts. It doesn't make sense to have a handover in the first place. What we need is power. I gain the power to control all three armies. Therefore, in the future, a handover will be created for all the military. This handler named me."

Is it a little too convenient to expect this and get your hands on the field of weapons? Still, in time, it came close to convenience through ideals. No matter. It was as a result of William's efforts that drew this on. Einhardt is also responsible for one end of it. The apex I see, Einhardt has no power to foresee beyond. But William...

"Well, Airhardt will never be king."

William skips his remarks and corrects them.

"Again, His Royal Highness Felix in due course?

William looks a little surprised to hear that. But chew something in yourself and smile back at Einhardt's response.

"There's no alternative to airhardt in the royal family. I'm talking about something else."

Now Einhardt shows his surprised face. William grinned at the funny. In the end, I'm the only one looking ahead. Even Einhardt is not that vessel.

"I'm talking about William von Lewis becoming king. We're just a little bit ahead of you."

William joked and let go of the words. But Einhardt is not foolish enough to miss the confidence hidden inside that word. Statements that would make ten people laugh if they heard ten. But Einhardt is not laughable. To laugh - William got too strong.

William division chief, Lord Lewius, Sir William, and the White Knight. The unnamed beast, who has gained numerous names, moves even further. We need to use everything to get to heaven.

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The next day, one old man stood in the way as William headed to Baldias' house to take over his job as a sidekick. William makes the carriage stop and descend to the same horizon as the old man. The gaze crossed and the old man drooped his head.

"I didn't think you were the first. Marquis Dietvalt von Royenthal, the largest chamber of commerce in this field with an overwhelming share of both the First and Second armies, I didn't expect its head to come under me sooner than anyone else."

My body is old but my eyes have different powers. I guess those eyes cut William out faster than anyone else. It is therefore an action.

"I have yet to determine the value of my uncertainty. It's premature to judge whether a stunt is a winning horse or not. Therefore, I don't want you to think of me as an ally. Except for business. Losing profits from the Second Army is unlikely as a merchant. If it is about that condition, my business will not diminish. It's going to be more. It would be better if it were sooner. Business is speed."

Instant instant execution while old. The speed at which it moves is not the ratio of young people.

"I can pull it out as soon as I lose. Well, you don't even think about losing. He's a horrible man."

Dietwalt's on my side. Now the flow has been determined as well. Who then pulls the baba called the eighth? It would be as William, Dietwalt and the people portrayed in the heads of both sides on this.

"Thank you for your continued support. Old Lord."

"Say hello. Young"

Never on your side. But I delivered a monster in my belly that was harder than faithful incompetence. It threatens to eat through at any time, but it is nevertheless necessary in the pursuit of heaven.

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Carl was blowing in a pleasant breeze under the blue sky. A luxury overlooking the horizontal red yellow with a clear sky above the outer walls of the browstat. beautiful fertile earth,

"Oh dear. Munya...... Count Taylor"

"... I told you not to do that."

Count Carl von Taylor controls everything in the land. As a borderline uncle entrusted with the operation of the entire Nederks-side region, this borderline land, including Browstat, Karl was sent to the land again. Browstat is a one-ranked position among the Counts, not just the Counts, but the Borderlands.

"It's not like I did anything. Instead, your father did it well."

"Fluffy," says Hilda, who has his eyes covered in sleeping rolls next to him.

"Sort of. The more you dislike it, the quicker you judge it. Carl's promotion was preceded by the transfer of the title and the feast as the head of the Taylor family, and you were entrusted with the management of Browstat. Congratulations."

All the scenarios were set when Carl came back to Arkas. On the day he returned, Laurent gave the housekeeper over to Carl and created Baron Carl von Taylor. And Laurent had made a lot of donations and other leaps in the shadows, and accepted the status of Browstat Borderline Uncle, which was vacant, at the same time as the division leader took office. Of course Carl and Gilberto are among the few achievements of the war ahead in the First Army, and there are many intentions involved in their inaugural play.

I'm confused because there's no intention of the person in it.

"Do you think it's going to work for me?

Hilda slaps the weak Carl on the back as much as she wants.

"No!?

A scream sounds like a crushing blue sky that thrusts through.

"Be confident. You've grown strong enough. And so am I. I came all the way here from the Third Army. This is where it begins, and I want you to be better."

"I don't have to be that great -"

Hilda's cheeks bounce tingly at Carl's weakness. Hold my fist for a while.

Some hand grabbed the hand.

"Hilda's right. I'm going to make you better. Some things can only be protected by doing so. To protect the life that died for you, everything that it wanted to protect, it's not enough as it is now, it needs to be greater and stronger. Naturally, I'll be strong, too."

Gilberto von Osvalt refuses even though he has a promotion appointment in this case. Instead of turning himself to the apex, he decided to live as the sword of the country, the sword of Carl, just one sword. If I'm clumsy and I'm doing that and this, I'll take a back in this dizzying, moving world. I'm fine with my sword. Instead it becomes the best sword.

Kensei's bloodline has found the best way to use his talent.

"Whoa, did I get in the way of you two? Excuse me, Mr. and Mrs. Taylor."

"We're still talking about this. Once I've been alone..."

"I'm sick of this guy's weakness! I think I need to keep your mouth shut, which has been lighter lately. Be ready, Gilberto boy!

Hilda wields her fist in an attempt to blow Carl away and punch Gilberto as well. Gilberto leaves the scene as if he were a shepherd. Hilda's storm has let Arcadia's sword escape at the mercy of the boulder.

"Wait!

Hilda screams in the sky. The three of them chose the path of the three, which becomes the great path of exchange. Browstat is about to be reborn more robustly and more forcefully. How young and up-and-coming they grow, and that changes Arcadia's future.

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One man was kneeling before Gustav. Gustav looks down at it with a troubled face. All the hair is shaved up and the clothes are not clumped together except in underwear. There seems to be perverts around, but the person in question is serious.

"Please subordinate me! I'll do anything. I will try to be faithful to any order."

Gregor von Thunder was bowing his head. Put your knees on the ground and hit your forehead on the ground more than once. Being serious conveys a hint. Somehow the reconstruction has just begun and I didn't know there were many people on the main street under heaven. It is the main street of Laconia. A nearly naked man there sat down in the ground and shouted, "Make it your man! scream." Evil stands out and I can't help it.

"No, why me in the first place? Oh, my God, but my men are gonna die early, and I'm not gonna get promoted. It's just an affair. I'm not getting a promotion. Wouldn't it be better to bow your head to William or Gilberto than to bow your head to be one of those guys?

Gustav's valves are the best. Gustav himself does not want any further promotion, nor by the nature of a samurai named Gustav. Raging on the front lines, no measures, no shit. Run into orders faithfully. That's the way of life. It's his job to die if you ask him to.

"Ask the other way around. Do I look like the kind of person I get promoted to?

"No, you don't see it at all. That's not what I meant."

"I can't, I can't be a hero! It's not a bowl of heroes, and it shouldn't be. Heroes are those who deserve to be. There's a lot of people in this country."

Gregor distorts his face with regret. There was the sadness of a man who dreamed of being a hero, who wanted to be a hero, who couldn't be. That's why the bewildered grin disappears from Gustav's face.

"Still, I only have a fight. Stupid, but I have a big body. Even if I can't be a glorious beauty star, I want to be about the shield that protects it. Hearing that voice, hearing the screams of a weak man, I wish I could at least be."

Gustav sees Gregor tremble.

"You, what did you feel on the battlefield before this? And what did you think? Answer honestly."

Gregor raising his head and gazing at Gustav. And his eyes were gloomy.

"I have something better than myself. And that will surely lead this country in the right direction. I want to be strong enough to protect the little guy who didn't leave in front of that monster. Otherwise, I can't apologize for the people who died that day."

"Afraid to die?

"... I'm scared. But I..."

"Enough. Stand up and go to your room."

Stunning Gregor. out of Gregor's sight. Gustav was

"Just get dressed. Then I'll go straight to Jan's bastard. I'm not sweet.

I said out of the blue that I would receive Gregor's enthusiasm. Gregor with a gorgeous face.

"My men are tough to death. Don't think I'm gonna die easy."

"Yes! Regards!

Gustav sighed as he flanked Gregor slamming his forehead to the ground. Then smile secretly. As a matter of fact, Gustav had more eyes on Gregor than ever before. But my pride as a nobleman was out of the way, and I didn't stretch any further than I thought. There should be a little more potential if it were meant to be. If you peel it off, you'll be a stronger man than anyone else in there.

At last, Gregor took the crap off. I got the courage to start naked consistently. I'm ready. I feared death, I survived death, and still got a straight mind.

(Come on, I'm gonna kill you. He said he was better off dead.)

Nothing is moving forward but William and Carl. These little buds were also born here. Smaller and weaker than it looks, but if you tap it, it stretches. If you stomped and stomped and crushed and still stretched, a real idiot. Believe me, Gustav was going to knock him in. Everything of itself, to this great little man.

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Arcadia radically turned that battle into a border. A lot of people want to grow up to match the sacrifices they've lost. William Lewis gave the Baron and Carl von Taylor gained Count status to succeed the housekeeper and to entrust the Baron with the land around Browstat shortly thereafter. Gilberto wanted a promotion as Cockroach Carl's deputy general. Hilda also wishes to transfer from the Third Army to the First Army and grinds his teeth day and night as Carl's men. Jan was only promoted from the Legion Commander, but the northern lands were taken up and instead entrusted with the operation around Laconia. Reconstruction, defense, and so on.

Learning from a painful victory, Arcadia leaps. Everyone wants him upwards and forcefully to develop. Strong thoughts sprung up about growth commensurate with sacrifice. Whether that leads to development or is the first step towards annihilation, that is not known to what lives now.

And while Arcadia was moving forward, other countries were starting to move again.