Tower of Karma

While Marianne stares at William with unprecedented affection, William dares to take that gaze off. Those eyes are poison.

The person you should be looking at...

"Oops."

Then William crosses the sword of a man of skill. But it's not an easy opponent. Of course, he is not the kind of opponent to behave if he deals with a sword, but now it was a situation where he could not have a sword because of his stupidity.

"I didn't expect the youth to get this far back then."

The former soldier's man glances sharply at William.

"I don't know when that was... it's an honor"

The movement of a man who comes packing a stir and an intermission is that of a skilled man. If only the number of places were available, it would not be possible to reconcile the young people headed by Sülvia. Overall, of course, it would be significantly inferior in terms of talent, but still...

(He's not a handless, easy winner. But...)

William shrunk the time they were trying to pack with his own feet. A man who looks out for surprises. But I'm not the one who stops me to a surprise. Moments, bursting sword moves. William turns it away.

(- It's not a good situation over time.)

If Marianne was secured, it would be packed at that point. It's the only time I'm panicking at William's appearance. The chance to hold Marianne in your hand and control this place.

"Spread this, White Knight!

William's cheek rips. Avoidance of a piece of paper. I don't see room.

"That's very different then. I don't think that's the kind of progress a kid was making around in Laconia."

William laughs bitterly when he hears the word Laconia.

(I see. It was me when I was still Pee-Pee. This... I might let you live)

William understood in his words that the other person knew him, that he was the only one at the time. And an arithmetic to combine.

"But it's far from the crazy side I showed you then. Danger like that beast would be your strength. If you dare to go down the path of the wise... I will let you say no!

There was a big cut in William's flank. Not until the blood erupts, but still a huge battle for the opponent. It is large as a wound obtained intact.

"Gu!"

A hairless onslaught from there. Marks of damage carved onto William steadily. The former soldier's companion was in sight. the situation where our own people are hunting down the White Knight. Even the man whose sword stabbed him was immersed in joy when he saw the miracle.

Heroes are kicked down by more and more bottom humans like ourselves. The situation, the sight fills something of them. The man who emerges at the nearest speed in Arcadia history. A monster who didn't lose on the battlefield and stabilized the north in just one year.

"Hey there!

They didn't know. How strong the monster is. The former soldier's man didn't know. how fast that monster grew and how much 'power' it got. What you don't know, it was deadly.

"That's it, that's it!

A muscular blow. Cut from the bottom. William's head, the right side rips vertically. Keep blowing in the back.

"Oh, it's over. Temeer et al."

Landed right next to Marianne, and there's the sword stabbed man.

"Shit!

William pulls the sword out of the man and doubly turns down the man in the stream. The sword forged by a famous Lucitanian worker kills flesh and bones with ease. The white knight plucked his bloody eyes. The wounds engraved there are not shallow, but have not reached the eyeball. The same was true of other wounds. It looks fancy, but it doesn't interfere with the movement.

"Were you after me? this situation."

Trembling is a man of ex-soldiers. Just a little budding confidence that William understands his intentions and collapses with what he understands. To the advantage of being made, a man wars.

"Did you have a good dream? Everyone on this scene worshipped the struggle of the White Knight that you couldn't even watch, if you were on the battlefield. It would be superior as a souvenir of the underworld."

Struggle for attention. The more you pay attention to William, the farther your awareness of Marianne is. If you can't beat William, you need to take Marianne hostage, but if you can beat William, you don't need that kind of hassle. All you have to do is kill him and think about it later.

"Do you think the Inhumans can be division chiefs as they remain the strength we saw in Laconia years ago? You think the one below the civilian can be the baron? If that's what you think, then Temeer is still there. To the extent that the hundred captains there grew hairy, I wouldn't have beaten them at the time."

William whispers to Marianne. "Meditate your eyes for a little while," he said. As you can tell, Marianne closes her eyes perfectly. When he saw it, William stroked his head, "He's a good boy," he said. And move out.

"- It's not even a battle for me right now!

William's genuineness, feeling the atmosphere overflowing from it, broke the former soldier's heart. so desperate that it is not comparable to the senseless Orphan. Some things are saved by not knowing. Sometimes knowing despairs.

(Even without a sword, I would have won)

If they had learned the difference in strength poorly, they would all have been killed by Marianne. I should have tried to negotiate Marianne into a shield. You can hurt Marianne even if you can't negotiate. It was possible to reward him with one arrow. That's a story of the past, too.

"Don't be confused, old man."

A former soldier man who was suddenly in a state of self-loss. Still, the experience I've developed over the years makes me wave my sword. But it ended in prison. William's cut off amputates the man's wrist, instantly to the hand of those who do not have a sword. Kick the man who lost his fighting ability, use the momentum to flip, jump the man's neck on the left hand side, kick his body and sever the man on the other side into one letter.

"Oh, oh."

An instant tragedy that can't even scream. Just slash, slash, slash. They couldn't even be fleeing sheep when they said they were a group. If there had been a glimmer of real vengeance left on them, maybe some of them could have escaped.

(I decided to kill my daughter in an alternate act, which means Temeer and the others gave up. Revenge for that man. That's why I can't survive. My body doesn't move more to live. Temeer and the others, who lost the meaning of life in their own hands, are already dead.)

William says no vertically to leaving the last one at his disposal. It was an empty eye, a doomsday that even seemed pitiful. They were not real avengers. At least it wasn't what William wanted.

"Gu, ha, ha, ha, ha!

(No, is there one)

He eats his own hands and chops them, and the man rises up without giving back his intentions to the marks of death on both arms where blood erupts. It's a man's life that turns to that mouth. Proud to have dived through some number of places as a soldier. It comes through with a hint above all else. I thought you were going to die like this.

William on the front against the penetrating man. What a beautiful way to burn your life. William smiles. Let's just reward him. 'Power' is not enough, but let's at least give a man who just didn't give up and stood on his own feet a helping hand.

William slowly jumped the sword and profoundly stuck it in the man's belly.

"Oh, bu... damn, I'm sorry, Emma. I will avenge you."

The man of the former soldier floats in the figure of his beloved wife, who wishes the birth of a man with a liberating slave in his parents, thought for the man and rode Vlad's sweet words. It was all irrational. Everyday when something comes out that doesn't work better than me, and something weaker than me stands on top. I used to throw some worrying and awful words at my wife at the time. Until the end, I couldn't give him a kind word.

It was a life of regret. At the very least, I thought I was avenging myself by quitting my soldier. And know your own weakness. I polished my sword for revenge. Still, I knew it wouldn't arrive. He had to get on the 'that man' word. And there is now.

"... don't worry. I'll kill Vlad. Let it sink into a sea of despair, more miserable than anyone else, to regret having lived"

A white knight whispered what he thought was a Vlad dog in the man's ear. Words that only reach a man's ear. I think I'm hallucinating for a moment. But the look on William's face on the side, look at that...

"Whoo, you mean that? That's the White Knight...... that's a big plan. Yeah, I'll leave it to you."

"I'll take care of it. You're gone. Below my beloved. Don't let go this time."

"Yes, let me"

That said the man collapsed. The weight increased on William's shoulders. The thoughts of this weak man are never light. The intensity of thoughts would be no different from that of William. Two minutes of life, a steady weight rests on the shoulder, on the chest.

"... Well,"

William sighed when he saw Marianne with her eyes closed to discipline. It is my job to carry it under the fool.

"Keep your eyes closed a little longer. That's good."

"Yeah!"

Leave this bloody space in charge of Marianne. This sight is too miserable for ordinary people to look directly at. It's a common sight on the battlefield, but it's not something you can show your kids. Not to mention that Marianne will never see such a sight in the future, a noble lady.

The bloodwet revenge play came to an end without a drop of the blood they wanted.

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"William!?

It was midnight when William, seriously wounded if only by appearance, returned to the Bernbach residence. Deposit Marianne, who sleeps easily on her back, in Leodegar, who looks surprised and stands flat. The other sisters looked mixed with joy and surprise.

"I kept my promise. I don't have a scratch on my little one."

William whispers out loud. I can't help wearing a cat anymore, so I usually behave like I'm dealing with my men.

"Scratched..."

"It's not a lot of injury. The wounds on your hand are deeper."

William grabs Victoria's hand. Surrounded by sudden acts.

"You're well treated. Even if you don't tell me, you'll see. Clean the wound. The cloth is changed every time. Don't touch anything you can until the wound is completely healed."

William is in a diagonal mood. Words and attitudes alike, but the actions themselves were caring for the other person. Victoria is most surprised by the action.

"Then I'll go back to work. After that, the Count of Cloud Hidden will deliver well."

"Oh, but William needs treatment, too."

"I don't need it. It's a scratch. I'm busy looking like this. Now excuse me."

William, who cuts off all Victoria's acts. Among Williams, Victoria became something to deny. If I do it without darkness, I won't do it because I feel like I lost, but I don't want to worry about using my stomach or anything.

Still releasing words over his back without gazing at Victoria trying to chase him down.

"Stay with him by the chibi. He was asking you for help. Your poured love fills the chibi. It's a treasure, isn't it? Take responsibility for that love."

William puts his head on.

"One piece of advice, there is an exotic adage that you don't get a raven of what you chase. Think carefully about what really matters to you. One thing today is the tragedy caused by those who did not understand it. Don't forget today. Then I'll know the way to take you."

It was a word to myself. The end of the weak avenger. A comedy made into a tragedy woven by the fools I've noticed since I lost them. William knew so much about their grief that he didn't like it. And I was aware that I was one of them again. The difference is' strength 'and' method ', and' purpose '. But William finally understood that there was no difference.

"Yeah, I could be sure today. My way."

"Fine then. Bye."

William left the scene waving over his back without any gaze. William's leopard, who was a leopard. It would have been Victoria who drew it out. Nothing bewildered by the change was on this occasion. In them, each person was convinced of a different form.

One of you give up. One is jealous. One forgives. One person understands...

And the last one is sure.