Tower of Karma

It was surprisingly William's first visit here. Until now it has been decided to gather in the middle of the night, or the usual place, and William rarely comes voluntarily to see the Lord of this dwelling in the first place. You can say I've avoided it. To myself, not to get caught up in William's path.

"Coming in."

Three knocks. Open the door and enter. How's it going there? Room with nothing.

"Morning. Are you awake?

William looked up at the ceiling just above himself, through the door.

"There.... rare. First time?"

There was a figure of Favela hanging on the ceiling. Old Known Friend, William knows that he is faceless but willing to be naughty like this.

"Right. Is Kyle coming good?

"Not so much. Two or three times, as much as I've come. I praised him because he seemed to want me to win and praise him for something. Then he left happy."

Kyle is also slow to act about this hand. I was hoping that as William, I'd just goal-in on how long I'd let you do it. Well, not to mention...

"Do me a favor"

"More rare. I'm surprised."

You don't seem to have any movement in your emotions at all, but you look surprised with your eyes wide open. It's a minor change like a joke, but he's going to show unprecedented surprises.

"If you want to say no, you can say no. That choice is free."

"I probably won't say no. I'd get a little lost if they told me to die."

Same favela. I almost wanted you to love yourself.

"What if I said I wanted to help Bernbach's daughter...

Favela chewed it up with a single breath of "Hmm,"

"I knew there was no reason to say no. I hate it when I'm a father, except for my daughter."

I ran out saying there was no reason to say no. Surprised about that, and thanking his unchanging best friend, William bows his head. Favela was dividing her parents and children as completely different people. Just as she thinks of her parents as someone else, it's also a divisive way of thinking about other blood ties. I haven't braced at all since then. Tattooed and alive.

"But I want to ask why. Is this what William Lewis needs?

Favera dared to say William Lewius. Favela, who has been trying so hard to say Al, then there will be intent. Well, I can understand without thinking about it. I'm not stupid with her. Rather, it's satirical, so it's all a prospect.

"It's not necessary. Not at all necessary. It's just stupid. You can laugh."

Favela nodded. And break face.

"I don't laugh. Because I loved 'you' like that."

Favera's, bottomless grin. If Kyle found out, he'd be jealous. I never even saw her in a relationship as long as William. You've never even seen Kyle. I know who 'you' are referring to. It's obvious that it's not William right now. Still, there was an overwhelming charm there that made me dodgy.

"So, what do I do?

"My daughter was kidnapped. The appearance is for gold. I want you to find out where it is."

"I also need some information to find it. Anything?

William takes the shoes Victoria has found from his nostalgia.

"I was about eight to ten years old. A little taller than my navel. The hair is lightly curled and shortened like curled with golden chestnut hair. And they say this is the shoe they picked up in the slums on the south side of Arkas. The place is near the usual apple storage, oops, fruit shop. This is the level of information you can find."

"Adequate. Collect immediately"

Favela suddenly took off her clothes. Shit and get dressed faster than William reacts. Bandit outfits to be disputed in the dark night. It suits the mysterious atmosphere of Favera well.

"For once I'm a man too... I think it's time you cared about that"

"What do you mean?

You don't really understand, you're just making it look like you don't, and after all these years of dating, I can't make a decision. Am I to blame for looking a little grumpy?

I finish dressing early and look at William with a slightly sorry vibe. His face was calm and faceless.

"I'm distressed, but I have money because it's my job"

"... are you going to be fine?

Favera takes out the parchment and engraves the numbers.

"That's about it with the best friend discount"

To its size, William roars "ugh" and looks up to heaven.

(Is this price for one chicken? Don't be silly when you calm down)

Behavior without gain. Much off the principles of William Lewius' behavior. Until now, there has been something to gain from any action. I found something to gain before I acted. I don't have that this time. It doesn't matter how much I think about it.

(It's stupid women and chibi who get the money... I'm a fool)

"Today... sucks. It feels like it doesn't matter. I'll pay you as much as I want. I'm the dumb one today."

"Yeah. I know. But I don't see the foot. This is work, Al is a customer. I got a little discount, but I'll do my job on my ticket. Leave it to me."

I was proud of Favela for her chest stretching. The pride that there is nothing better at this kind of job than being in Arkas. William didn't know. See how famous the person you asked for is.

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It was a shadow. Light and neighborhood exist. Everywhere and nowhere. I think I can grab it and I can't grab it. It's shaped but not tolerable.

It was the wind. A glimmer of wind running through Arkas. No one tries to catch the wind. Because we all know the wind is something we can't grasp.

"Scatter."

…………

The winds scattered silently. The chief gently dropped it off. And hear them wind through. The sound will tell her.

……

I need the Arkas.

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Marianne was tied to a dim corner of the room when she opened her eyes softly. The only light is the candle on the desk. There are several men around the candles that make a noise of noise.

"- There is one grey-haired man in the trading place. Probably a white knight. It was a heterogeneous atmosphere from a distance."

Marianne was a little happy to hear that. William moved for whatever reason. Marianne thought to forgive you just a little bit.

"Did Vlad not come?"

"Seems so."

It is something that even Marianne can tell that her father is not coming. Marianne's knowing father could easily see that tender words were indifferent to her daughter even if she vomited. This is the first time interest has sprung up at the right age for marriage. Which house should I have my wife in?

"But the fact that the White Knight is moving means that his daughter is not worthless to Vlad. It's still too early to give up hope."

Even Little Marianne understood that was futile. There's no way that father can move for himself. Rather, it is a great surprise in itself that William is moving. I don't think Vlad moved it. Marianne came to one conclusion.

Now you like Marianne.

It was a big mistake, but it is also impossible for Marianne, who doesn't know how, to think so. rather than a desire to be so.

I don't think I can afford that.

The door makes a small noise and opens. A man with cheeks appeared from beyond.

Marianne has no reason to know, but this man is the one hired by that beautiful man as a perimeter vigilante. The man was laughing at himself in mockery.

"The White Knight manipulates darkness. I don't know how it's working this time, but in a way, it's more troublesome than that."

The man's ironic grin deepens.

"What's moving?

"The most famous bandit in Arkas, the Favela of Windcat."

"Famous bandits? That would be second-rate."

Bandits are the presence of darkness. Second class third class sells its name because of its high serpentine. First class triumphs over things that nobody knows about. Therefore, bandits whose names are sold are not competent.

Normally...

"Except that guy. I'm not a regular bandit. A thief, as they say. Stealing gold and silver treasures from the aristocrats they're storing, minus their share. The rest will all hang around. I don't mean to be a big deal, but every time I do, I get famous from that side."

The man deepened his grin further,

"Nowadays it seems that nobles of lovers deliberately lure the 'Windcat' by revealing expensive items. Tons of guards, traps, winds running through Arkas scratching them and blurring hardware. A cat way of life that even proud aristocrats attract. Take away from strength and fill yourself, turn the excess to weakness. Exactly on the side of justice. It's a great story that even the nobles, the bad guys, are entertaining. Let me take a look at the scene of the theft once, but that's different. How can you be so beautiful when you're making a living stealing?"

At the end of the day, it had turned into a visionary grin. A prostitute that attracts even men who have lived in darkness. No one can be more troublesome if they turn to their enemies.

"I see. But I can't solve it. In this case, we should be on the righteous side by her measure. At least on the surface. There's no reason to interrupt."

Favela's troubles were well conveyed. But I don't know the basics.

"Honestly, I don't know either. Somehow Favela seems to be trying to stay away from the dark kingdom side, even within the bandit guild."

There's no reason for everyone on this scene to know, but Favela looks at the hurt eye once she approaches the assassination guild. It seems Kyle was quite angry with me later, and since then, I've kept my distance as long as I can. You wouldn't even want to get close to a place where a king with no specialty would reign in the first place.

"You say there are pawns to manipulate besides darkness? What kind of man is William Lewis in the first place? 'Cause you're right, he's an inhuman. I'm not from this country by nature. If it wasn't for the family handouts, it wouldn't be too thick to hang out with each other. Why do you hang out with these dark people who nest in this land? Isn't that a little strange?

In a sense, the most external human touches hard beings. The fact that you say you're holding it down there. The mysterious connection between William and Favela revealed this time.

"There will be a line between Favela and Vlad. Aren't they connected that way?

"Oh, sure. It's more natural to think that way."

And the men have a desire to talk about the future. If Vlad pointed it out, Marianne still deserves it as a hostage. Yes, they stepped on it. Vlad is also a parent of people, that's what I believed in. I had to believe it.

(Hello?)

Only Marianne understood that Vlad couldn't possibly move. That's why I'm not sure right now, but Marianne remembers. That William Lewis has a relationship with Marianne's unknown 'Dark People'.

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Favela was running Arcas night like dancing. It is lost in the dark night and leads through the blind spots on the roof and in the alley. On Favela's head, the map of Arcas covered quite a bit, including the back roads and underground passages. The only range I haven't grasped is deep darkness. The front side was a city so accustomed to walking that even meditating on the eyes would allow him to walk with all his strength.

"Humph. Humph."

Fast as the wind.

"Heh heh heh"

Minor things like cats.

"Humph, humph."

On a whim, now I have her own rules. It seems irregular and regular. And everyone understands her thoughts. Get a good grasp of her whim and move along that whim. Little by little the range is narrowed. It was only a matter of time before the wind captured the goal.

……

The wind spotted a foreign object. It's where I crawl around my garden. It's not a goal. But the motion, as if fleeing something, attracted the interest of the cat.

A beautiful cat floats down the moon from above the high spire looking down.

If you keep your ears shut, you won't even listen to yourself at this distance.

"Damn, betraying the Count, selling favors to the Marquis, my life was supposed to be rosy. That's what Bernbach's daughter can take. Yeah, that's just about right for me. It ends here, not me."

The Count will be referring to Vlad. But the Marquis is - new.

"Hiu."

Favela rushes down from the spire when she does. velocity as if it were falling along gravity. Rather, it's even accelerating. without slowing down toward the man as it were.

"To?"

"Phew."

Unslipped knife flashes. It shocked the man's neck muscle, shaking his brain from it and fainting. Favela then stopped using a full body spring to kill the momentum of the fall to laterally shock and spin it as it twirled. Reflects on being a little too cool.

"Catch me. You might be able to hear something."

Copy that.

Favera returned to work after having his men detained by the unconscious man.

"... all be careful. They're sniffing around... besides us."

Favera sensed another sign. This is honestly not someone you can handle. I don't know if this is an enemy or an ally, but it's not a pleasant atmosphere, it's a nasty way of moving. Moves as if looking for someone to escape rather than looking in the building.

"Orca, there's a sign of Luluca"

Reports of subordinates. Favela nods with no expression.

"Let me thoroughly stay away from you. It was this way. The man turns over to the customer. Maybe it'll help."

Favera looked sideways at the signs. It is a monster wearing the odor of blood, a sign of Favela's dislike.

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Part of the wind was captured all over the darkness. The darkness grabbed them, who could not have grasped them. The action alone shows that the darkness is not the only one.

"You guys are. So?

Orca and Luluca in the Dark Question, the couple's bandits shook their heads. How can you sell a fellow and beloved Windcat? Even if he dies...

"Man dies for now"

Orca's head burst. The hand that was blocking his mouth stays put, destroying his jaw with only a grip like a panacea, crushing the lower half of his head. Throat was also crushed in the process, and the wind-cutting sound, a voiceless voice, stuck to the spot. Luluca tries to scream but she can't scream because her mouth is sealed.

"The Count is not liked because the man's meat is hard. The woman... likes it."

Darkness throws an orca and touches Luca's body with his bloody hands.

"Moderate softness. Not a bad dish. And rejoice, for thou art a sacrifice unto the noble Earl.

Take the knife Luluca was carrying, draw a beautiful trajectory and scratch her throat. Blood was gushing, but the darkness didn't care and he was draining blood. To be edible.

"Oh, you seem to have noticed. Too bad... unfortunately that man was secured. But I don't care about that. 'Cause you are."

Darkness takes accessories from nostalgia that follow a bad taste eyeball. As it is done, as when, and with hatred, the darkness gazes.

"Anyway, if it's just the Dark King, it's impossible to hang out with Favela. There can't be a man who wasn't almost in Arkas making contact with a bandit guild woman who didn't move from Arkas. Even if there was, that favela couldn't have forgiven my heart. That should only be hanging out with a gladiator who is an old friend of mine. If there is, another old friend, he should be dead, yes, yes. Then... the answer is one"

The darkness gave me a tremendous grin.

"William Lewius is not an Inhuman. of this country, was born and raised in this city. Think of it that way, your relationship with Favera, your familiarity with this city, everything you've ever questioned connects. Right, Alrett, because... it's your dear brother."

The darkness, Helga, Vlad's servant, was bloodwet and smiling. Stupid woman's eyes I've been saving so dearly. It would feel best to put this on your chest and keep the woman's last hope alive.

"If there is definite evidence, the Count also believes. Then I will love the Earl's letter even more, and I will be the only one who loves him. Not you, me."

Helga is desperate to grip me. It's early, it's still early.

"Sure evidence, today, will be the best night"

Helga moves to capture the wind. The intention to end the unfaithful who betrayed the Count attracted so many big men that such a thing scratched off. I always felt uncomfortable. I had a bad feeling about it from the first time I saw it.

"They're similar. You're sisters and brothers, wow."

Those intake eyes, the will to take them in ahead, the ambition. At least in Helga's eyes, two men and a woman looked overlapping as she tried to crawl up, stepping forward with Vlad.

It is the loving late man's squire who moves out.