Tower of Karma

The cat's nose captured Marianne at the same time as the man woke up and peppered down what he didn't need. With a hint of flowers left in the shoes, it is a noble smell that is not inherently suited to such a place. Cats don't miss it if it's heterogeneous to this point, whether it's faint scent or not.

"... tell 'William'. We found the target, we held the back, too."

The man's testimony matched the bandit's nose. If so, it is the right answer.

"Favera won't tell you?

"I need a little help. Tell him I don't care because it's for irrelevant use."

"Okay."

Part of the wind heads to William's waiting handover location.

Favera dropped it off.

"Nice to meet you, no rumors...... Favela from Windcat"

"I know your story, too. Helga the 'Gripping Demon', a superior assassin"

Helga's temples appeared behind her. Helga now sees herself as a partner who obeys the Great Lord no matter what the facts may be. Past self is something to deny. I would also be frustrated if they put that out to attract me.

"It's time for a walk now... follow me if you need me. If you can follow me."

Favela has a provocative grin. An emotional expression that rarely showed, she also had some thoughts about Helga's movements. It's obviously an unreasonable move, like exploring something.

"You're superior, bandit."

And approaching Favera was a decision hit. With outpouring hostility, he killed his men without listening. The stupidity touched Favela's harp line. This guy is an enemy to 'ourselves'.

"Today is the best day"

Two shadows dancing under the moon. The cat and demon chase began.

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William started acting as soon as he heard from his fellow Favera. William drives at a rate comparable to that of the wind. William opened his mouth to the side of the concurrent wind.

"Don't worry. As soon as I clear my errands, I'll turn to following him."

"No, I said nothing..."

"I wouldn't bother to say it if it was really irrelevant. Because it has something to do with it and I don't want to get involved, I don't care and want to waste my mouth. It's a way out while he's like that."

The wind looks surprised. It was only recently that even they, my companions, understood about Favela. We worked together many times and finally came to understand just a little bit. But the man next door has something similar to certainty, like he knows everything.

to a man with a strange look,

"Look for me and I'll kill you. One thing I can tell you is that me and Favela are not enemies, which means we're not hostile to you either."

William stabs the nail. If they look for themselves, they could chain up and even involve Favela. Believing they weren't that stupid, William was pushing in case. Don't be foolish.

"Understood, William von Lewius. However, today, that guy seemed so happy. … that's all I have to offer."

"If I could read his expression, I'd be alone. As a companion, as a friend, support him."

The wind nodded and went into another path. They were good companions to their own friends and relieved that she had a good relationship with none other than ourselves. This means you can move forward without worries. Well, I'm off the road a lot today.

"Well, you'll make it. I'm the one who abandoned him. I'm not proportionate if I don't get the results."

William floated in space with the wood he was standing on his feet. Then he climbs onto the roof and runs out to tell the roof. The white knight became ill by cleaving the darkness at night.

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"Hey, Vlad doesn't work after all, does he?

One of the men spilled a potpourri. It becomes a ripple and spreads to everyone. I had anxiety. There is unlimited hope.

"Isn't it wrong to expect that man to have the goodwill of a crowd in the first place? He's the kind of guy who would do such a horrible thing. And not one or two. This gathering alone is more than ten people, how many people would it take to include the silent ones... and that's, like,"

You remembered my daughter's remains. Some men cried out.

When they made Vlad serve, they sent him out, hoping. I can take care of the nobles. Must be happier than rubbing it off in a poor life. Some people sent it out because they thought so. Some could not help much of the poverty and had no choice but to sell their daughters and wives. There were many reasons. And they were all filled with despair and regret.

He had limbs.

"He was choosing his eyeballs."

"My breasts were cut off and my face was colored with despair"

"I saw the body of my charcoaled daughter. He was only about ten."

An eye of despair peeks into Marianne.

"Just about this girl's age."

Marianne flickers. Everyone on this scene understood that consciousness had thereby returned. What floats in their faces is the color of despair. I don't end up dragging Vlad out, and instead of taking revenge, I just get hit in the neck without being able to do anything like this.

"Don't. This girl won't matter."

Former soldier's man stops it. But the atmosphere here...

"Doesn't matter? You're Vlad's daughter? Even though some of this girl's flesh might have our daughter or wife in it? Look, it's not that light of a blood connection, is it?

"That's right. We must have gathered here in despair because of the disconnection of that blood in the first place. They took my family. It's not about what people do, unbroken, miserable. Livestock business. If it was true, I wanted to give it back to him, multiply it. But I can't. He's cautious, cunning, and he's not like us."

"Exactly. He has no love. That's why it's no use killing this girl. That man won't think anything of where my daughter died. It's pointless."

"I don't think so. For example, let's get a limb like my daughter was hit. I'll take your breasts off like your wife got hit. You burn your eyes, you pull your teeth out, you take your nails off, you make this girl do everything he did. Then... at least our anger passes through this girl to that man. It will be passed on to the others. Vlad can tell the world that he hates his daughter enough to do such terrible things."

Everyone on this scene was out of their mind. They stand on the heels of despair. It kept people in shape with vengeance against Vlad. There was a will not to be the same as the one who took revenge. But it's about the premise that revenge is done. Now that revenge has ended in failure, it is darker and darker to dwell in their breasts. Isn't it a more meaningful behavior to take people off and engrave their anger into their daughter's body than to wrestle them with nothing at all like this?

That's what they've thought.

"Your father did terrible things to our daughters. You know what I mean? You're going to do the same thing now. Crying won't help anyone. Whether you scream, go crazy, or die... dignity stays trampled!

The man's ugly face approaches Marianne. Marianne shaking her head. When I saw that face, a dark flame shook in their hearts. aristocratic lineage that is supposed to be superior in nature. But now they stand on top of it. It is ourselves who are at the top of this scene right now. They get dark pleasure in that.

"Is that a creepy eyeball first? Or a little hand that looks soft?

Remove the knife that breaks the meat if the knife is not enough. Although it has judged many ducks and ravens, it is probably the first time a person has done so. Will it cut well or will it beat you more than once without cutting? Their ethics of thinking about it had completely collapsed.

Marianne sees a man of such a former soldier with a lingering conscience. But the man shook his head slowly. I tell her with an expression that I'm not going to put my hands on it, but I'm not even willing to stop it. He will also understand that this will happen again in avengers, octagonal plugging situations.

"Oh, no, don't hit me."

Trembling Marianne. I leak my piss out of fear. It's only a pastime for them for abandoning people even. The men who were originally good were distorted by the malice given by Vlad. And this situation made them lose people.

"Takeshi, Victoria!

Shout out the name of your closest sister. That echoes in the basement but doesn't leak outside. Where it leaked. This is a ghetto. There are no aristocratic allies.

"But I'm not coming. You're all alone."

Marianne knew the grin on the man's face. Only once back in the day, when I was much smaller than I am now, that man had the same grin against his own mother. A lowly grin, a hung up desire, a horrible look. Marianne's mother died shortly afterwards.

Marianne's heart was crushing. Just more bodies where the only believable sisters showed up on this occasion. Things would change if Vlad took Helga with him, but Marianne also understands that that's not possible.

"Well, it's a right hand."

Bloody eyes, from the edge of your mouth. Who is dripping?

"Takeshi"

No one can count on it. I don't have someone I can count on.

"Oh, my God."

I think desperately if anyone is there. Think desperately with a small head.

Only one person came to Marianne's brain. It was - the day was short to trust, and the relationship was rare to be loved and loved. I said I like my favorite sister, so I thought I could believe it. The first impression I had when I met him was the person who gave me the treat. It's more of a chunk of sugar than a treat, but you just have to be sweet for your kids. That's all the impressions. But as I saw him several times, I figured it out a little bit as a child. No, I know because I'm a child.

"Take-"

The hand of a man holding Marianne's arm. Blood-running eyes gaze at Marianne. Shake up the knife as much as you want. And keep the momentum intact...

"- There you are."

A blood splash burst into Marianne's face.

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Marianne felt no pain. Fear outstripped them. I close my eyes and wait for the pain to come now or now. This time is painful and I can't help it. Fear of pain that the more time passes, the more we recruit. Turn away from your fear of what is to be done. It is that there is no choice but to have a girl under the age of ten.

I'm scared, I'm scared, I'm just sad.

That's why I was surprised.

"You lived a lot, little one."

That the pain doesn't come. And that I heard a well-acquainted voice unworthy during this despair. I opened my eyes with fright.

"All you have to do is sleep in peace. It's time for the kid to go to bed."

to the appearance of the salvation that was most appealing. The relationship is still shallow, still Marianne had a small desire for him. My favorite sister is the one who wants more than anything right now, trying to force me to like a man than I ever did. I can say that I like it most naturally without being forced, that's who I'm dealing with.

"And the White Knight! It's William Lewis!

The man my sister could finally love. I'm sure that person must be just as sweet as his sister. Then I'm sure you'll love me a little too. Even the second and third, I want you to look at yourself just a little bit. From the front...

"Today is the worst day for William Lewis. And it will be the worst day for you."

One day, I'm sure...

"Come on."

Next to the man whose silver sword stabbed him in the arm, Marianne's fears and grief completely scratched out with William's appearance.

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William is fully ill with the roofing. Although the battlefield lacks opportunities to show off due to its heavy equipment, the original William was a strength in his lightness. It is, of course, a motion that does not extend to Favela, but nevertheless draws a line with the parallel human being.

(According to the story, there are five watchmen. Four of them can be ignored on the lookout in each alley. The problem is the eyes peeking through the building tree windows at the roof and aisle...... this guy is a pain in the ass)

Running the roof disables the four watchmen. But the last one is still a threat. If you discover William and report him to your people downstairs, and they use Marianne to stand around well, at that point William could be the fool behind the move and make the situation worse.

(Use high and low differences, building shadows, etc., to get close -)

William shows movement in the shadows without sound. Favela and White Dragon would make you lose it, but it was able to move to a first-class, third-class assassin or so in the amateur.

It moves from shadow to shadow and up to down. The unsound movement has been practicing a lot since childhood. Necessary evil, a must-have move when it comes to spinning apples and eggs.

(This is the limit. About fifteen steps from here until you jump to the wooden window with all your strength. There's no central breakthrough. If they make a report move, not an interception, I'll pack it.)

William was checking his gear. That is all the sword of love has waved and brought as a weapon. Others wore five silver coins for two pieces of gold and many copper coins - as usual.

(Do you have enough gear?)

Still, William decides the equipment is adequate. William took a piece of gold and threw it off to be diagonal from one side connecting himself with the enemy. Gold coins are heavier than silver and copper coins. The sound becomes more or less loud when it falls. And...

"Hmm?"

William's belongings stand out the most when he reflects the stars and moonlight.

The gaze is moving, faster than confirming it.

(10 steps first)

The sound has been turned off indefinitely, but if you put it in your sight, you'll easily find it. Pack the distance at once. The man's gaze is nailed to a gold coin.

"Are you kidding me?

It didn't. The watchman was not an amateur. He was a man of a different group from Favela but belonging to the Bandit Guild, a thing that stepped on a handful of occasions on this occasion.

(Ten steps, and the movement is woven)

As his gaze attempted to capture this one, William fingered the copper coin. copper coins flying faster and in unlimited straight lines than throwing the

"Damn!?

I caught the man's throat. Crush your voice and stop moving, too.

(And shit!? Who the hell got this close!?)

I just have to scream with my thoughts more than I have a voice. Because of the shock to his throat, he can't even breathe in the lost air and make a sound.

"Five more steps, fifteen, as calculated."

Only the gaze photographs its appearance. My ears also caught the whispering voice of a man again. Only for a moment, you can scream if you breathe even for a moment. So I can smash the man in front of me. A monster who can't make a single sound, despite the momentum that has flown through the wooden windows.

"William Lewis!"

The man is glad he did it. Now you'll have company. Those guys may get killed, but anything that guesses the situation should crush William with his daughter as a shield. I beat the White Knight. You beat that up-and-coming hero yourself.

It's mine, why?

Inverting vision. What you see there is your own body that raises the bloodshed. The head doesn't exist there. It shouldn't be possible for me to look at my body in the first place.

(Well, I am. That's right, this guy is... real, hmm -)

What the man saw in his fading vision was the appearance of a monster gently embracing the falling man's body and grating him to the floor with great care so that there was no sound. A silent tragedy, like accomplishing it all the time is just that of a monster.

The glittering slaughter at a breathtaking moment turned down the neck at a rate that did not contribute to the man's understanding. In doing so, sever the man's mouth while holding it with your hand, securing with your hand the neck that is supposed to bounce off. Slowly place them on the ground with your body. William went and showed it easy.

The last sight I saw of the man was the appearance of a beautiful monster in the brilliance of the moonlight.

(Now, successful entry. Up to this point, it's just like the operation I drew with my head. This is where the problem starts)

William switches his blood-soaked head on his face. Up to this point, as I drew my own drawing from prior information. From here on out, an add-on is required because there is no information.

"Takeshi, Victoria!

Marianne and I thought and screamed into William's ear as we were thinking about moving from here. Screams instantly sense from the lower floor that there is a basement in a two-story boulder house with attenuation of the voice, perception from the sound.

"Shit, we don't have time!

Voice of how the feathers are cut. I don't even have time to think.

William stopped making noiseless moves. Instead, the speed jumps. Ignore all the stairs, pull out all the steps, absorb the shock with your knees whenever you can, and use recoil even more -

"What?" "What?" "Hmm?

Instantly cut the three of them down. Prioritize speed over a little noise. The man on the ground floor could be killed before his thoughts caught up because he was solidifying himself at his desk and eating.

And before they make the sound of falling...

"Well, it's a right hand!

William's ears caught a humble voice. William laughs when he hears that voice. It was an uncomfortable voice but had enough harvest. 'First', that is, to start with. Still, the possibility of not being hurt sprouted up, but therefore.

"Take-"

William kicked through the basement door. Cut and kill the two nearby and secure sight.

"- There you are."

William's ears, his eyes, capture Marianne's appearance. At the same time, a man with an ugly face was about to shake down the meat cutting knife. Among those who had not kept up with the thought in William's appearance was only one man who reacted and pulled out his sword.

…………

A man who comes through silently. A knife that starts to fall. The man is quite skillful from what he has seen. If you don't respond immediately, your life is in danger. In this case, a man named William has always truncated others. He is the man who has done it plainly.

And yet...

Are you nuts? I am.

William was throwing a sword. The only weapon to protect yourself. The man in front of me also looked surprised at the action and stopped the sword. And the sword pierced the arm of the man in front of Marianne so that she could be sucked in, stabbed in the wrist. Pulled by the momentum of the sword, the man's knife slashes where it belongs. He fell as-is and was stunned, not knowing what had happened to him. Staring at the blood that erupts.

Marianne thought the splashed blood was her own or kept her eyes closed.

"You lived a lot, little one."

Marianne opened her eyes frightened. William laughs bitterly when he looks at the color of that eye and sees that color change. If I had appeared as refreshed as I am before my sister was tortured, if I could have rushed to my sister's pinch,

"All you have to do is sleep in peace. It's time for the kid to go to bed."

Would my beloved sister have made me look so happy? Shake yourself off dreaming of that, the enemy in front of you,

"And the White Knight! It's William Lewis!

Unsullied self,

"Today is the worst day for William Lewis. And it will be the worst day for you."

I uttered words as if to admonish. Don't forget. This is a run-off for today, you have to be aware that you suck today. Don't let Victoria von Bernbach swallow you. That's the thing I threw away. It has to be unnecessary stuff.

Don't forget today. Don't forget to throw it away. Step on this day and ascend to heaven. That is your way.