Tower of Karma

William looks up to heaven as he wears off. Next door are Kyle and Favela. It has been this schematic since I was a little girl. I couldn't help it, I didn't even see a vision to get out of it. Childhood. The three of them were looking up at heaven and talking to each other. About tomorrow, about the future, about a happy world you probably won't grasp.

"With that said... you haven't forgotten, have you?

William had a full-fledged look that seemed pleasant, even as if he were happy. Favera gets happy when she sees that face. Kyle, on the contrary...

"I haven't forgotten. I haven't forgotten..."

I was distorting my face.

"I don't... I can't"

Favera sees it strangely. 'Cause you seem happy. Must be a good thing. It may be difficult because of William's request, but Kyle won't deny it if he can. Then you should cooperate without making a difficult face. Kyle is supposed to answer immediately. If that is a happy thing.

"You're the only one I can ask for. 'Cause you do, don't you? I ended up cutting that girl without hesitation. I ate the North without hesitation. I cut off my men without hesitation. Really, it's horribly flat."

William's expression remains the same. You look just a little happy, with that face, with that face...

"I can't stop with my own hands. I won't stop. So please. When I'm gone, when I fall too badly from your eyes... you kill me"

Kill yourself. When he hears that, Favela drops his prickly apple. Kyle's expression is even more cloudy. Though the person of the moment did not change, but rather relieved, he looked like that.

"Absolutely not. If I did that, I'd hate both of them."

"That's troublesome. Kyle is particularly troubled. This guy likes you. So don't hate me. Be happy."

"Say that and don't run away! I want to be with you two!

Rarely absurd voices Favela. William finally distorted his face to the comfort of the sound. The depth of the bond, the comfort - the pain - of the happiness that you can say so far.

"I can't do that, Favela. There can't be three all the time. We grew up. So much so that the three of us don't have to be co-dependent to live. Even the way of life is different. Not like back then. Especially me. I've changed too much. I can't help it...... I've fallen too far"

William stares himself in the palm of his hand. Let's take a glimpse of the depth of the overlapping business of the number of lives picked up. There is no hand there to connect with anyone, not to mention the puffiness when it was Al. There is a bloody, sinful monster's hand.

"I don't..."

I play favela and my voice rubs off. William's feat without is also in Kyle's ears. It was beautiful, strong and more heroic than anyone else. And they know that blood is the source of deepening brilliance, that its brilliance is with blood.

"Those who can be my enemies in this country have been squeezed. Few walls to heaven. I probably won't know when, but I'll get over them. I don't feel I can cross it. If I was crazy at that time, if I was irresistibly distorted, I could even hurt you guys. I can't stop myself. I can't control my desires."

Reason and general emotions can be controlled. Such a thing is easy. But there is nothing you can do about your underlying thirst for heaven. You hurt someone if you have to. But you take it from someone, or you kill it, you try to get it. It's not like there's no 'em' ahead of us when we take them by immense force from the high and far places we call heaven.

"Please, best friend. You're the only one who can kill me stronger than me."

Kyle shuts up. Favela begins to complain with her gaze, "Let me stop". Even Kyle doesn't want to make this promise. I love William as much as I love Favera, Al. The boy who gave himself a place when he was sold to this country and he was alone. I was confident when I did it to a pompous, weak habit, and Kyle was bigger, but I would protect him, and he was raving about it. We had no friends with each other. The Gentile Kyle and the raw bottom of this country called Dark Hair. At first it was a lick of wound. Favela, who doesn't even have an identity in that circle, entered, and only when did it become a genuine friendship.

"... ok"

"Kyle!"

Don't be ridiculous, Favera can roar.

"If you decide you can't do anything with my eyes, I'll cut you."

But Kyle silenced it. I thought about the last thing I could do for you as my best friend. William let go of happiness a long time ago. You'll see. Happiness is no longer a pain for him. I can't forgive myself for being happy. I was too kind to fall. It was too delicate to walk the way of business. I'm already coming to a point where I can't turn back.

"Thanks, best friend. Thanks for worrying about Favela, too."

William stood up. And divert attention from heaven. I stare at you both.

"Sorry."

Hearing William squeeze out, Favela slowly looks down. Kyle looks up to heaven with his eyes meditating. I'm sure we'll only have to count the three of them this way. Beyond this year, even this place will be used for its original purpose.

There is no place to meet. I don't even have time to see him. I shouldn't see you.

This commitment is an opportunity. Change the relationship between the three of us. Distort.

There is no happiness for the three of us ahead. Like you're gonna poke me.

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William went back to our house where he should be asleep for a while. I'm thinking about looking at worn out clothes and getting dressed for now and washing them first thing in the morning, etc. I opened the door thinking about tomorrow, and the candle fire popped into my eyes, and...

"Huh! Uh-oh. Not yet."

Victoria's face, with tears in her eyes as she held both cheeks, caught her eye, and William's thought was instantly drawn back to reality. You can't be up till this hour. It's still shallow to live together, but it's a hard fact to even deny that this girl is such a weak girl at night and so weak in the morning.

"Good. I was worried because you were late."

Victoria laughs at it. Red cheeks. It also has a little trace.

"Even if nothing is happening... I don't care if you're asleep"

Rather, as for William, it is the truth that I wanted him to sleep.

"'Cause once they leave, they sneak out. I'm curious."

Except for the bedroom from Victoria. Private who resolutely stopped and won the Telagia et al. who tried to stick together. Although I was somewhat surprised that Victoria, who seemed to waste the most for some reason, was most willing to leave. Anyway, it's locked and you shouldn't be able to look inside. There's no way to find out the fact that William is gone sneaking out of his room.

"Duh, how did they know I wasn't here?

"It's a woman's idea! But good, it doesn't seem like an affair.... Ha!? But it's full of worn mud, we need to wash it! More than that, how could you be so..."

Victoria starts to bulge and panic. William holding his head when he sees it. Everything is noisy. And William didn't miss the spare key hanging from his chest while he said he was looking. Probably a planting around Telagia. The person is stupid but Blaine is too good.

And we live together, but we're not married, and we're not dating. Important.

"Injury... what?

"I didn't. I just got a little dirty."

"Good. But how could you go out late at night and dress like this?

Now William thinks. If only temporarily, you can say that you fell, but at least Kyle and the life-threatening archery are going to continue from here until you cross the winter. Then it's better to tell him it's training than to lie poorly.

Quickly, tell Victoria that. Victoria is more convinced. It is a little.

"So stay asleep first at night"

"Oh, why is that?

I didn't think it would be proper here, William. In unexpected return, William will also be left empty again.

"Why is that... uh, and it's going to be this much time back in the future"

"Yes."

Until now, I seem to understand.

"Sleep first because it's late at night"

"Oh, why is that?

Doubtful system here for some reason. I don't understand what I don't understand. William makes his cheeks snap. I'm still pretty tired of this. I can't afford to be on my stupid daughter.

"On the contrary, what would you like to do?

A slightly thorny way of saying it. I regret it a little after I say it. I no longer need to peek more at Bernbach's complexion than I need to, but still it's not a casual pattern that hits me with frustration.

Victoria laughs at Nico for asking.

"Thus -"

Victoria reached for William's chest on the lid. Amazing William elsewhere,

"Here's how..."

Remove the fastening on the chest,

"Here's the thing!

William twirled the cape that was woven with his feathers and delivered it into his hand.

And bow your head with respect.

"Welcome home"

I looked up with a full smile. A very satisfied, full look.

"... for wanting to do this, to this hour?

I never usually cared, but Victoria did decide to stay on the doorstep when William came home. And you take off your cape, you bow your head, and you say, "Welcome home." That's what William wanted for a couple. I'm free anyway, so let's do it somehow, to that extent of thinking. That's what I thought.

"'Cause if no one picked you up when you got back, you'd miss me, wouldn't you?

For all that, Victoria is awake late at night, who should be very weak at night. With your own cheeks so much that it leaves a mark...

"I'll get you some water now. Wash your face with it."

"Ah, oh. Thanks."

Plumpy and spilled words of gratitude. Victoria laughs "eh" when she hears that. All I'm saying is that that's enough when you're rewarded with that one word. Run and walk lightly down the hallway. Beyond the corner lies the cooking area, where domestic water is stored.

But wait a while. There's no sign of Victoria coming back.

"... I can imagine."

William put his head on. Keep walking down the hall and turn the corner.

Ahead...

"Gu"

There was a figure of Victoria lying down. To its great indifference, to its ridiculousness, rebukes everything that caused this tragedy...

"Ku, ku, haha"

William laughed small. I guess it was way over the limit. The sleeper was strong enough to fall asleep in the hallway. I stood by it and waited. Besides, what I want to do is welcome and say "welcome back". Don't miss the reason.

"You're such an idiot."

William presses Victoria's cheeks with his fingers as she rests. Feel the puffiness and touch the red spot. Feel that fever.

"Don't worry. I'm about to open up to you from me. Your father will take it, but not until you. Then you'll love yourself, I hope you find true happiness"

If you kill Vlad, your relationship with Bernbach will be crushed. It's like saying you killed yourself if you move that way obviously, but if you put aside your time and walk away gradually, there's no problem. William deepens his relationship with even higher nobles and diminishes his relationship with them in contrast. That's how I was going to stand around. By then, Victoria will be finding someone new too. You'll be happy. That's the kind of atmosphere she had.

"... don't"

Suddenly, the hand that was pressing Victoria's cheek is grabbed. Geez, I'm surprised you have so much power in such a fine hand. It's too powerful to let go. So much power that the more you force it to shake it off, the more you're likely to get hurt. But that wasn't the only surprise.

"... Ri, don't"

The look that William had never seen. Deep, too deep. Nothingness rather than despair. Cancer that has never been filled at once. A desperately painful look to satisfy it.

"Alone, don't"

William saw something he shouldn't have seen. Victoria von Bernbach, a beautiful big wheel of hua that should be filled. But this look was so distorted that it erased that impression.

(Is this Victoria?)

The bloody hand was swamped with its own strength. You can't just leave it like this.

William shook his hand back aggressively. I don't know why I did it myself. I can't even imagine gripping it back and what would happen.

The look of anguish loosened and Victoria let go of her hand, which was grabbing her wrist. And slowly intertwine your hands with yours. Don't go away, gush, there's no pathological force like earlier. Relax there, William.

(I was going to understand this guy)

Silly and dumb, but an extra woman whose bottomless affection and out-of-digit instrumentality make up for it. It was nothing more or less. For William, who does not attach importance to beauty and ugliness in defining a person's value, it was the least interesting move. Yes - I thought so.

(Really, it's difficult... and this guy is always difficult for a woman)

Even Victoria, who doesn't seem to have a back table, has this side. William lowers his hips with a sigh. This hand is not going to leave for a while. I don't even feel like waking up Victoria, who is resting in peace in order to do so, and I don't have enough energy left to lift her up and carry her to bed. "Kuah," he said, reflecting Victoria's face, who seemed unusual and happy after hitting him earlier in his fading vision.

(You like to be light. Your love must be thin. You are just a nobleman's lady, all you know is happiness, far from hunger, and stay in a completely different race from me. I want you to move on and love me. Otherwise -)

Kyle and William, who punched in to the limit, were swallowed by the sleeper with their hands clenched. Victoria's hands are scarcer of heat than she thought, and her own hands are also cold, empty, and entangled with each other's desire for heat. Cancer wants each other.

Otherwise, I'll take you...

Two sleeping breaths tree spirit in a dark and quiet hallway.

In the end, the hand remained connected until morning.