Tower of Karma

Dancing under the moon is a brown cat. Its appearance running through heaven and earth like dancing could only be described as moonlight and beautiful. The way things go after it is ugly. Ugly distorted expressions offend what you see. The appearance of a demon, but the sickness, was up in armament to the cat.

"Back road trails, all the maps of Arkas are in my head. It is impossible for you to catch up with me at a speed inferior to that. It's time to settle down... sprinkle."

Favela's speed increased. The look on Helga's face is even more distorted. As I look at it, every time I turn a corner, the signs of Favela moving away. Helga's appearance distorts into hatred. But the absolute speed difference cannot be overridden.

Favela's signs disappear and Helga drips her head off.

Helga growled.

I'm sure Favera sprinkled it when I heard it in the distance. "I need to talk to Al later. I might be happy," he says, going home with a little groan.

Of course, the look on your face...

"Back road trail, snake road i!

Arms that have suddenly grown from the ground. That grabbed Favela's ankle. Favera tries to untie the restraint by rotating her body. The decision is not wrong. That's what the 'Shake the Devil' hands are for. The speed of judgment spared the worst.

"Oh, I let him get away"

It was Helga, who was supposed to have scattered, who emerged from the collapsing scaffold. Hands open or closed, behavior as if boasting. The blood dripping in his hand was slowly removed with his tongue.

"Yes, through the Kingdom of Darkness... it was a detour"

"Just the surface, but you ladies, I don't know the front side of the road."

Favela's ankle was rotting on the ground with her skin twitching.

"Now the speed difference has been filled. And then weaken it a little so I can serve it to the Count..."

Favela rushed out as if she were a shepherd without question. Movement as if there were no scratches.

"Duh, no! It's not me who can't see through what scratches the material can't move. It's a gorgeous move."

Helga has easily caught up with it. The tongue nodding figure is the predator himself chasing the prey.

"It breaks down easily with a few things!

Helga's fingers blur Favela. To the extent that I touched it a little, Helga's grip still had the power to sharpen meat just that.

"Damn!?

Favela's face was distorted. Seeing it, Helga gives a tranced look.

"Nice! Nice look! That's good enough, because all you have to do is show it to me when I play with you with the Count. I'll have you throw up. The relationship between William Lewis and you, between you and Alrett, between Alrett and William, what you know - I'll have you there... it's okay, I'm used to it... because it hurts me hmm"

The first candidate according to Favera's head is suicide. This was the quickest way to erase the information Favera had. But there's a big problem with this. You will tell Helga and Vlad that there is something you want to cover up until Favela commits suicide. Last resort while first candidate, Favela positions suicide that way.

Then the next thing you know...

"Okay. Forgive me for throwing up."

Helga looks disappointed. Still approached Favela in anticipation of the information to wait ahead. Finally, years of lumps disappear. You know, turning off the "smile" of the end...

"Pee! Look, I threw up"

Favera's unleashed spit landed beautifully on Helga's face. Helga gets stiff for a moment for behaving too childish.

And Favera distanced herself from the gap.

"Mr. Ghost, this way, to the ringing of your hands"

Favera escapes in a sensible move. Helga's head is about to boil in the rage that has gushed with the two. I tell myself many times so that I don't accidentally kill you. Kill it and it will all turn into blisters. Calm down, calm down,

"Doing inferior waste scum. Don't get upset, Helga. You are a woman standing beside the noble Uncle Vlad. I'm light, something that lives in light, just like that one."

Helga slowly looks in Favera's escaped direction.

"I'll tell you what, Musikella. The difference between the superior and the inferior."

Helga's face was distorted when she regained her composure. It was a disgraceful appearance, backwards of words.

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Favela grabs on many occasions. Evade every time and get a little meat shredded. repeated, gradually deepening scratches and velocity differences of it. Helga is no longer faster, and it is the current state of affairs that she is frightened only by her physical appearance.

"That it's a mustache that runs away a lot. They said it would be easier if we just got caught."

Helga was not in a hurry. There was even a verse where he enjoyed the twitching and weakening of his prey. Impossible margin when he was an assassin, and a chronic mind. Favela was following there and moving around trying to escape.

"You're getting tired of this."

But that's over, too. Helga's atmosphere changed. Favela also changes the atmosphere by guessing it. The next hand Helga unleashes, and Favela unleashes the secret. Hands I didn't really want to use, but I can't help it at this time.

It's over.

The imminent handshake of the demon. If caught, it would crush the meat in an instant. There is no play in this movement. That's why scratching this creates a gap. I was able to escape to this point. All you have to do is stick it in.

"Let's play some more"

Favela flips with 'all the best'. A move with a complete out-of-the-box look at the ankle, which is the biggest injury. Helga was surprised and frustrated by the move. It is clearly a move that I have been unable to make. If you're serious about Helga, you have to, but Favela shouldn't have the next hand in that. A scratch that won't last, that's what should slow you down even more now.

"Next, hide and seek"

Favela enters the private house with a distracted momentum. Favela burst into a private house by destroying a wooden door.

Seeing that, Helga had nothing but a smile on her mind. I didn't expect Favela to hit me with such foolishness.

"Surely the assassin cares about the eyes."

Helga snarls her neck.

"But, you know, in front of important prey... you think you're gonna give up? One private house, at most about four or five people, if you kill them all, you will lose sight of them. Easy to hide. You are pathetic and cruel. It involves the residents here."

Helga moved forcefully to make sure her fingers were in good shape. The sound of bone ringing sounds. Everything's fine. I can no longer afford time with the sound of things now. It would be troublesome if the neighbors noticed the noise and stopped by. I can no longer afford it. So there's no play.

…………

I don't make a sound from inside a private house. It doesn't matter if Favela is sealing her voice in any way, or if she was deserted in the first place, well.

"Oh, I can't believe it... I can't get along."

Helga stands in front of the door. Doorways full of dust can't see ahead. Helga moved her legs to get to the end of the broken door. At that moment, Helga's body stopped moving just a little, to the extent that only he knew.

"... Shit, it's the same obnoxious habit."

Helga had the nature of an assassin or a habit of hesitating a little bit when entering and exiting the main entrance. During his time as an assassin, he rarely went in and out of the main gate, etc. None of the few cases were successful in the assassination, only if it was noticeable but had to escape through the main entrance.

That hesitation...

"Spray!

Error was inflicted on the suspicious arm of the evil brake that emerged from the tip of the dust. But...

"Become!?

The left hand placed on the defense is shattered without absorbing power in the palm of your hand. The wrist and hips that are supposed to absorb the shock are smashed and the suspicious arm hits the head of Helga straight as it is. Thanks to a moment of hesitation, it didn't lead to fatality, but it makes a sound like an explosion on the left side of the head, drawing and blowing up an orbit that is roughly unlikely to be real while spinning many times in the air.

"Heck. I said kill him."

"I didn't say that."

"I signaled with my eyes. I thought you signaled you'd find out."

"... they were masters, yeah"

The giant man, who emerged from the dust, snuggles through the door completely crushed by his own blow. The pride and pride he had built up during the assassin years, the man who had his supreme arm smashed to pieces, the man who shook Helga around. "King of gladiators" Kyle reigns on this occasion.

"I don't know why. But I can't refuse a friend's favor. I'm gonna have you dead."

Exploding killer. Fear enough to scratch out even the pain. Helga trembled. Helga didn't know such a monster existed. Even the 'ghost killer' White Dragon, who recognized that he was above himself, was not the one he couldn't beat in the way he did. But I don't feel like I can beat any monster in front of me.

"Oh, no... oh, shit."

A bridge for me to be the best of that one, which I was about to get. It's a real monster who destroys everything and destroys everything that's coming up there completely collapsing.

"Calm down. I won't take it off next. in an instant without ever feeling any pain."

Kyle is approaching. Absolute death slowly, surely, came before Helga. Helga couldn't think of anything anymore. Fear completely annihilated my thoughts.

That's why I had the option of running away.

"Oh, they got away"

Suddenly I jumped out of the state where I was lying, jumping to take a distance. It disappeared into the bend without any hesitation as it was. Poopy Kyle. Favera slapped that head.

"Fool. What are you gonna do with him letting him get away?

"Even so, I can't catch up. Look, I'm not gonna be a wingman, and I'm gonna be fine if I get away with that deal all over the city anyway."

"Not at all. I'm frightened."

"I'm sorry about that. Shizuku, the troublesome one chased me again. It was a fist I shot because I was willing to kill him for once... did you drop your arm?

Kyle thinks a little. Favela dragging her legs next to it,

"Al's enemy. I'm obsessed with Mr. Alrett for using Vlad."

I snapped at the volume that only Kyle could hear. Kyle makes a difficult face when he hears that.

"I see. That's tricky. That means you know what I'm supposed to do."

Kyle punched Pong in the hand. And...

"Can you hear me, assassin? My name is Kyle, Kyle the gladiator! I don't care what you do or who you are! Just one thing, don't ever lay your hands on this guy again! If I let you out, I'll smash every last one of your lords! This is a warning! I won't tell you again!

I screamed so loud that I could hear it all around this compartment. Wild horses eventually gushing out of private homes. Favela rolled right into Kyle's house with "The Great Fool". I don't really want to stand out in business.

"Ha, sorry. Looks a little drunk. Uh, disgusting."

Kyle went back to the house deceiving around and imitating his drunkenness with all intent. Inside, a bumpy favela waited faceless. Kyle somehow groans at the situation Favela is waiting for me at home.

"Why did you say that?

Question of Favela. Kyle finds his own treatment box.

"If that woman is deeply involved in Mr. Alrett's murder, it would be a case that Al should cut, not me. All we have to do is protect ourselves and stay out of his way. That's all I need. You don't have to move poorly."

That's why I made the threat. A warning that only protects Favera. Now he has to give up Favela. Whether you hid and killed Favela, or you got Al's information from Favela, if the price is your own and the Lord's life, you will fall. Kyle can easily do that, and he should have had that impression.

"You'd have been stabbed in the nail before, wouldn't you? He's not going to get behind that now."

"... you mean I'm the only weak one?

"... no comment"

Kyle will treat Favela. "You're gonna get smudged," he said, putting a high degree of booze on Favera's ankle. It should hurt pretty bad, but Favela doesn't move one expression instead of a cry. Instead, after some treatment, I snuck a kick in Kyle's calf.

"Ha. If you're as good as that, you're fine. So, you're gonna tell me how you got out of company?

Kyle looks at the broken doorway.

Standing there was William, who was also pretty worn out.

"Sorry Favela, I caused more trouble than I thought"

William lowering his head the most in the opening. "I don't mind anything," Favera said.

"It's more dangerous here than that. That woman could still be wandering around."

Yes, this place is never safe. Especially for William, his relationship with Kyle and Favela could be bright, and he even has the potential to reach out to who he is ahead of. Appearing on this occasion would not in itself be a much praised action.

"I don't mind. I'm already certain of that woman more than I've done so far. I'm aware of my relationship with you, and they know who I am. Only that woman no longer needs to be wary. I found out. I can't help but hide it."

I don't understand Favela. As soon as they find out, they fall into a bad situation. Her perception was so solidified. And that's not a mistake. Not even the right answer.

"My policy has been consolidated today. The cat cover is over, and William, the loyal dog who just rubs it in, stops. What should be held back is Uluru, restraining that man with Uluru until he is overwhelmed. I wouldn't hold it without me. If I poked my hopes at him, that man wouldn't let me go. I'll drown you beyond reach, such as the word of a groovy rat rising an assassin."

It's important that Helga is the only one who found out. And the Helga has no physical evidence either. It would be a situation lacking decision making to report to Vlad. I can easily override any group of cards that William holds even if it is reported now.

Because of this evening, Victoria used me. If you don't use this one, it doesn't suit you. If it's normal William would think so.

"So, how'd it go? You're hurting me pretty bad, I am. I didn't expect you to be out of company."

"... Temeye is not suitable for hiding - though. I heard you screaming in a big voice earlier. We were on our way over here. We were pretty far apart, though. Thanks to that, I was able to grasp the situation."

"You don't make sense unless you hear threats. More than that. History. History. Let them talk."

"No."

"I'm gonna kill you, you pussy."

"How much do you want to hear, Temeye?... If you want to hear it, ask Favela. It's probably guessing, and honestly, I don't want to talk about today's out of my mouth. It's dirt in the dirt."

"I understand it all. I can talk as much as I can. Something that never happens."

"All right! Looking forward to it."

"Then I'm leaving. We need to get Vlad on the ground now."

"Oh come on. I listen to you."

"I speak. Never."

"Heck, go ahead and make it a liquor dish. I'll give you the money later when I train with Kyle. Is that all right?

Favela nodded at William's remarks. Even though we're friends, work is work, and we have to pay for it. Even if it wasn't, it made me do unexpected opponents. That is a great reflection. It would have been a bit of a difficult opponent to play with.

"I knew a lot about the man I caught. Hand it over in exchange for money"

"Oh, I got it. We need to keep the fool down this time. It helps."

Kyle silently threw a liquor bottle at William as he tried to leave the door. William, who was behind it but caught it without difficulty. But I don't know what the intention is.

"The other wounds are deep in the belly anyway. So keep it disinfected."

William is impressed with his friend's insight when he hears the statement. It seemed like we could afford to deal with it, but only, in fact. The opponent was quite a user. He seemed to think of himself as a class of hundred captains, but William's real sense would have been at the division chief level. It's also a fierce warrior who has come up with arms, not connections. Don't tell me what you wanted from your men.

"Thank you. Let me use it."

Kyle let his eyes shine after he dropped William out of the door.

"So let me talk to you!

"Point-aware"

I heard Favela.

Needless to say I made fun of this stuff many times later.

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Vlad's hidden mansion, where Helga was treating him. You can't show this wound to your own Lord. We need to treat them as best we can and make them a little more excuse. If you screw up, you can't understand that you're weak and worthless.

The left arm is a therapeutic technique cultivated during the assassin years and will be able to recover to the extent that it manages to carry out everyday life. But the left eye is difficult. It was completely crushed. Well, even if he didn't die, the injury that would break his face is quite painful for Helga today.

In that blunt pain, the assassin's ear picked up the noise.

"An intruder?

Helga looks up. Only Vlad and himself, as well as Theresia and the elderly sisters, know this place. If we were to get close, it would be about Tellegia, but only today, that's not possible either. It could be a senseless stimulus to the expensive Vlad. She won't.

"No way, that guy"

Trembling Helga. I can't stop the tremor. It engraved so much fear. Not even a proud arm could be a single parchment wall. A monster that can't win no matter how much it rises. I'm not even willing to win. Never again, I won't be getting my hands on Favela. If you put your hands on that man's scales, everything will be destroyed.

"Oh, let her touch my hand."

Hold down your trembling feet and move out to resist even with one hand.

Helga leaves the room. Hide behind the pillars and wait for the enemy to intercept the intruder.

Footsteps approaching a little bit. Helga was going to crush it with her left right arm without any hesitation. It doesn't change how strong the opponent is meat. You can grab it and crush it. You can win with that. Tell me you can do it with your own grip.

"I don't mind coming at you, but you're gonna lose your right hand too, Groove Rat."

William, the intruder, spoke toward Helga hiding behind the pillars. Helga responding to that voice and jumping out of the pillar. It was the brother of a hater who was much bigger than Helga imagined there. Possibilities left by the hatred enemies.

"Have you even come to my sister's enemies about this, slave identity flair!

William snaps his neck deliberately.

"About what? Besides, who are you to treat me like a slave? Watch your mouth, you servant. My name is William von Lewis, and I'm the Baron."

I can't shake. I can't shake. William is a nobleman now. Whatever they say, it is true. His blood is treated as noble. Not anymore, not like old times.

"Back off, I've come to talk about the Count and the nobles. It's a world that doesn't belong to your servant."

"I have a mission to protect the Count!

"I'll take care of that in the future. I can take care of where I'm not. Good luck when I'm away, second hand."

"I've served him for years! Me and that one have the trust of iron! I'm the one you trust the most, don't be complacent!

"Pride is you, groovy rat. Which is more beneficial, me or you, objectively? Can you give Count Vlad a benefit? Why would you stand alongside me when you don't have anything in society? You're a servant, I benefit the Count, and I get a daughter instead, if you say so, a family member and a partner. It's different, Musikella."

Helga's anger was beyond its limits. So much so that I don't mind trying to attack you. William slowly reacts to it and hands on the pattern.

That's the only sharp kill that erupts.

"Dead or dead here, groove rat"

And know that the man in front of you is also stronger than himself. I confronted him and understood for the first time that he was motivated to kill me. This man's depth, his height, it's too far away, and his strength difference is uninterrupted. A sense of despair separate from when confronted with Kyle fills Helga's chest.

"Give me your share like a servant. You are nothing more or less. Well, I don't think there's anyone below you who doesn't have a public identity."

That's what I say, William, passing next to Helga. Slowly pulling away, the side awakened what was at the bottom of Helga's memory. To that woman who brazenly said she was superior as a woman. She looked like Alrett, that woman who had taken in the Count and tried to take her own place. A face that only showed itself to be an enemy. Confidence solidifies stronger.

"One day I'll shrug your feet. Like that woman."

William passed silently listening to Helga's throwaway dialogue. In his chest, he held back the anger that seemed to overflow.