Tower of Karma

Gilberto stood on the outer wall of a snowy browstat. The exhaling breath is white, but there is no such thing as tremor in the body. I can understand it with one little standing. that he is not like the others. Hard to come near, to be a hero and as much a born race as possible.

"Ah, it's Gilberto! Hey, what are you doing in there -!?

Everyone kept their distance. Gilberto felt the distance again, just as others felt the distance to Gilberto. Gilberto was still wondering about the presence of a man who jumped over there and rubbed him off like an idiot.

"You'll see"

Carl von Taylor is a strange man.

"I don't even know if you look at it. Though I can only see you standing in my eyes."

Everyone says he avoids Gilberto, but he's the only one who doesn't make that distance feel. It has been since we first met. Maybe you didn't even know the difference in position when you first saw it.

"I'm meditating"

"... so cold?

'Cause it's cold.'

"It's weird."

But not now. Understand your position, and be near Gilberto, who wouldn't be boring to be with you. As a result of Gilberto's backwork to get Carl in the first place, it was not in Gilberto's head, the person of the day, that it came to this kind of structure. I am an out-of-the-box fool.

"Speaking of which, did you read the letter from William? It didn't reach me."

"It can't possibly reach you. That man's enemy is your father."

"Oh, well. That's true."

Gilberto wonders. Why can this man stand next to himself in such capable weather? Even if Gilberto doesn't care about it, the others are away if they're scared of Gilberto and realize it. It has been so since I was a child.

That's how Osvalt stands in this country. And yet...

"I disagreed, but my father said he decided to give me some money. The reason is for the country, ask that man for more information. You know everything anyway, and you're sprinkling letters, right? I don't want to be turned down, that deal."

"Hilda was tearing up in shock. I didn't even read it."

"... the Gardner opponent doesn't make sense"

"That's unreasonable."

If you think rationally, Carl's trying to use Gilberto is the perfect fit. Just as Gilberto tried to use Carl as his shield, Carl is also around to use the sword he says Gilberto again. It would be a matter of reason.

"I wonder if it will be spring soon. I don't like cold."

"A bloody battlefield awaits us in the spring. If there's a gap, they'll start a war."

"I don't like that either. Peace is best."

But this man has no ambition. It's not that I don't have a small desire, but I didn't have anything like ambition with me. It is surprising because a man who does not like the battle has gone up to the division leader. It's just...

"That being said, the enemy will attack you. Don't worry about it."

This man doesn't like to fight.

"Yeah, I know. We need to be strong enough to protect everyone by then."

It wasn't like I wasn't loved by the war. I hate every fight, but I want to protect those who are in that vortex. I have to stick my neck in every fight I don't even like. That attitude made Carl one of Arcadia's leading defensive generals. The battle, led by a weak soldier, will be second only to William. The attack is still a tease.

"Hmm, I'll be strong even if I'm not told. I'm Gilberto von Osvalt."

Gilberto slightly disgusts himself for letting these remarks go. How long will I feel sorry if I boast about myself and make myself look strong? It no longer means anything, such as strength in words. I grew up, not as a child. I wish I could show you martial arts, not words.

"I'm gonna be strong, too!

What a cozy thing to do there next to a man who doesn't even care about that. Many left beneath themselves. At least everyone with no Osvalt connection gets a distance from Gilberto. Gilberto has done it again. Few people wanted to stay connected until they bent their own will.

"Then we'll have to train."

"Chi, Father!?" "General!?

Now, when I realized, I was on a curved path. The man who should have been promised to be a hero named Gilberto von Osvalt is trying to be a hero's sword by stepping off his own path. It's really cozy there. An easy place where I wasn't even at home. Jealousy and envy are far away, only a warm yang is there.

"It's a good thing you're motivated. I'm gonna mop you both up!

"But doesn't Father have a job as Admiral?

"I threw it all at my men. You may safely undergo an audition. This is an order of the Admiral."

A man named Gilberto is strong. And I was not honest, just a little timid. I'm used to loneliness. I'm not worried about being alone. I'll sharpen my sword by myself. You can have time. Training by one person. Time for me. But when was it no longer for me? Just a slightly different path from those for the country, for the house.

"We're on our way, Taylor. Today is the day to take one from your father."

"Yes, okay! I'll do my best!

The road was very cozy for Gilberto.

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Shura stood in front of Gilberto. I've been polishing my sword for half a century already. Osvalt's house, where the sword is held from the moment of birth. Born there, this monster gave Osvalt the glory of Admiral. General Sword who ran through numerous battlefields.

"Something like that, Gilberto"

"Not yet!

Face it, you distant father's back. For Gilberto it was an admiration. But now Gilberto is trying to go beyond that.

"More sharpening! Though your sword won't be that 'wide'!

Gilberto's vision narrows. The atmosphere concentrates on one point and the killing temper condenses. Bernhardt felt something poppy on his skin. This is Gilberto's sword. And it is the sword of Osvalt. Above all...

"That's fine. But it's still wide!

I was the furthest talent from the sword.

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"I'm sagging. It's more cluttered than anything. Too much dyeing in the war."

"I'm sorry, Father"

Gilberto looks up to his father, who is an admirer. His own knees have already collapsed, so much so that he cannot even stand up. The opposing father stands firmly on the ground. It's still far. Gilberto felt that way.

"If you decide to live as a sword, drop the clutter. The wider the thought, the duller your sword will be. Just think about turning down your enemies. Other than that, chores, throw it away."

Gilberto nodded shallow at Bernhardt's words. Something really bothers me. I was just wondering if it was okay to ask about it on this occasion, and I was finding myself lost.

"I was going to take a short pause. I haven't been able to wipe the clutter. No more pointless. If it's an obstacle to archery, get rid of it."

Bernhardt saw stray in Gilberto's sword.

Gilberto showed a lot of stray, but turned to his father.

"Why did you give Lewis a hand this time?

A loan wish had also come from William under Gilberto. Initially I tried to destroy it with my own hands as to which side I was lowering and wishing for, but I also took this story to Bernhardt once I thought I needed a report that William was doing this kind of activity.

"You cared about that"

Gilberto was still unconvinced by the answer given there by Bernhardt. Bernhardt decided to lend five hundred gold on the matter. Five hundred pieces of gold, albeit Osvalt, are likely to be offered to a person who has no ties or ties with Pong. Gilberto thought they would be different if they offered it to him.

It was a supremely personal emotion - but there was a young man lying on the ground like a boring rag ahead of him with a glimpse. No consciousness.

"Five hundred gold is a lot of money to cut off with that. I'm not convinced."

"... That's a tough story. If he did move for mine acquisition only, I would have kicked this story over. Because that's what any man can do. You don't have to be that guy."

Then why are you telling me this story?

"Install an integrated steel mill in the north. This wording set me in motion, this Bernhardt, an Arcadian general. It is not easy to make this happen. But if it can be done, it will solve the problems Arcadia has had for years at once."

Gilberto doesn't understand. I can't see the connection.

"Iron first. There was absolutely not enough iron for Arcadia. I can turn everything I was filling in with bronze and such into an iron weapon this time. It's cheaper than ever, too. But Arcadia as it stands has no equipment to refine all the iron ore produced in the North. Although it must be increased, there are few lands in Arcadia full of forest resources on stable ground, and they are owned by nobles. I can handle it easily, and I have nothing to try to do."

There are too many glitches in Arcadia. In addition, from an agricultural point of view, iron purification in the vicinity was not a good story. Iron refining with tons of trees and tons of water. And the effluent drainage was considered harmful. The landowners will not accept this. No matter how iron produces wealth, land is lost and forest resources are lost in the long run. Places suitable for refining within Arcadia were too rich to abandon farming.

"But in the north, there's less clutter. Originally, the land was thinner, and many of the trees were not suitable for agriculture. It is also significant to say that we are a victorious nation and a favourable position. It makes perfect sense to build a steel mill in the north."

Bernhardt sighs.

"And this also depends on the second reason, which is that we can expect very little opposition from the residents. Rather, there will even be a welcome move"

I still don't understand Gilberto. The story above is too cumbersome. It was a far cry from understanding whether it was the harm that had narrowed the thinking to the extreme earlier, or whether I could not help but turn my head.

"The second is people. The people of the land for those of us who gained the North are also Arcadians. Neither side has yet caught up with the perception, but all ask them to be part of Arcadia, including the idea. What matters is how we make use of them. If we do not use our human resources effectively, we will fall behind the great powers. I could rather pull my leg. We can't let them farm in the land just now. I can't say I'm going to use it to hunt and get people to live the way I've always done."

Just give me this far and Gilberto will understand. Mining iron ore and refining iron, using these two as jobs as local humans can also be a use of human resources. It would be somewhat cheaper to use than to use the Arcadia people, and they would still be happy to work. We can give industry to the North. Land and people can be used effectively.

"I guess that guy is moving so far in anticipation. Keep your head down in so many ways. But proof is that you're finding value in making this happen. More monstrous than I thought. I don't know if it's him or if he has a good blane. Extremely..."

Gilberto didn't miss the power in Bernhardt's fist.

"Third, it's a weapon. That man is a man of the army. From the point of view of the military, they will lay down their weapons. Until now, waste and mediumness disappear. It will disappear completely, but we can expect significant cost reductions. From now on, weapons will need numbers in the age of war. There would be a huge burden on the treasury if we wanted to align that at current prices. If we can mitigate that, we have to lend a hand to this project as a command of the military."

Motion to radically change the structure so far. This would be a painful reform. Getting pain is a vested interest. Pests who have been rampant on the good that there have been no opposing horses before. They haven't noticed yet. You have to decide on a fight before you realize it.

"And finally, in that it is William von Lewis who makes this happen. That's all that matters, if you fail, he'll lose his leg. His fame will fade and he will remain famous in history as a rare fool. You could be leaving the country."

Gilberto wonders what the problem is with that, in emotion. But by reason, I understood what Bernhardt was going to say in the future.

"That man is a masterpiece. Without a doubt, in any country, that would have been a success. There is no longer room for doubt. A man who says William Lewis is a rare masterpiece who is showing outstanding moves in battle and commerce. The times ahead, the times of turmoil are coming. So it can be fatal for Arcadia to lack him now. There is still salvation if it is just lacking. But what if we become enemies? Why don't you go to Ostberg and work with Strakles? Blue Guiko and the Queen of Arkland... there's more to that than being an Inhuman. That's all we have to do."

Gilberto also feels relieved. It's still good if you just lose it. The problem is the lightness of the Inhumans. Failure would be everywhere, such as in a country that wants William Lewius. He could be the enemy of Arcadia or his army gates.

Regardless, if I knew William's nature, I would know that this anxiety is a matter of concern. He's obsessed with Arcadia, and he wants to reach out to heaven from Arcadia. Well, from what I don't know, it does make me anxious.

"No matter, I don't need to help until it doesn't make sense. This time it was just a reasonable project. That's all."

Still, obsession remains in Gilberto. The great fathers must be so concerned about William, the Inhuman, that they are angry with the logic.

"If we are enemies, there are many people in this country, starting with my father."

"... where are you?

There was a light in Bernhardt's eyes that he had never seen. It's like self-derision, teething, repentance, giving up -

"Where in this country are people going beyond me and Baldias?

"That man is better than your father, etc."

"It's already been exceeded. The battle in the flat may have winning eyes, but my overall strength as a soldier probably pulls me and Baldias apart. The difference we have now is just a difference in position. We're getting old. And that man is up-to-date. There's no reason to win."

Gilberto gets stunned. That great father holds that his hero, who does not respect him, is above himself by pointing to William.

"The strength of a single strike is not the strength of a general. Even then, it might pull out in less than a few years. His strength is such a field of view that he can't stay on the battlefield. I can see through the big picture and hit the measures accordingly. Whether it's war or commerce, that's the strength of what wins and loses. The power to conquer the flow."

Far from convinced. William's excellence is also acknowledged by Gilberto. But if that were to exceed my father, it would be different. It's not such an easy wall, Bernhardt von Osvalt. It's not supposed to be such a cheap wall.

"... Wow, I'm not saying I am. But Arcadia must still have a lot of talent, including Jan Legion Leader. Yes, he would have been purely domestic if he had succeeded Zeke, the famous family."

During the statement, Bernhardt's face clouded the moment Jan's name came up.

"Sure. I'm counting on you and Carl von Taylor, the combination of these two. Rather, as much as I don't think there's any chance of William ever shouldering anything but this combination. However, with regard to Jan von Zeekt, whose name is now... we need to change our perception."

There was pity in Bernhardt's eyes.

"That man is more dangerous than William in a way. He hates Arcadia. It hates the society that nobles form that governs this country."

Bernhardt exhaled deeply.

"Surely that man was a hero. Everyone aspired to the future and no one doubted his glory. Everyone thought that they would become generals in the future and surpass the giant stars. Still, he didn't choose that path. Only one tragedy, no, many tragedies overlapped, and that man broke. The man who stuck the blade down Strakles' throat and took out Deputy General Berger. A tragedy took the light out of his eyes. I lost my motive. We misjudged. Tell me what that thing was aiming up for. Arcadia made a mistake. Then ten years later, the man was locked up in the north. tragedy and contraindication, as if waiting for the two to weather"

Talk about Gilberto's unknown times. Neither did the sword riders, who were my brother's share, shed the gossip of this hand on Gilberto. I guess it was the decision that it shouldn't be flushed. As Gilberto admired them, they may also have admired Jan. Bernhardt also did not say that he would dig deep again. What does tragedy refer to? Although Bernhardt apparently knew the circumstances in depth. Well, it's a matter of little interest to Gilberto.

"Everyone can't decide how to handle that guy. Excellence comes with origami. The defeat received from Strakles also defeated the same generation of Kimon and defeated Strakles' right arm, Deputy General Berger, who was then superior officer. Thanks to the death of your brother, who synchronized Laconia with that man, Minori was on our side. Berger was big. That weakened the Struckles army a lot."

Deputy General Berger. Even different generations of Gilberto know the name. As the sword of Strakles. A hero who ran the battlefield sometimes as a shield. Its power is enough to cross with the golden generation and its predecessors, the three nobles, who have also survived several bumps with Welkingetrics. Garias, from Arcadia, was a man of equal fear to Strakles.

"Still, what's scary is I don't know what the truth is. Why did he rise now? He came out of the North, albeit a crisis of national survival, and stayed in the defense of Laconia. There's a man who's been saying no to any convocation."

I could not find such a shadow in Jan's impression, but it is indeed a strange story that so many beautiful men have yet to be so widely named. I was even trying to weather it, and now it's moving.

"That's what we talked about. Anyway, I don't mind if you recognize William as dangerous. I don't have any trust in him with me. If you and Carl get past him, there's no big deal."

Bernhardt told the end of the break by pulling out his own sword. Gilberto also rises to support the sword again. Enough rest. In the end, we just have to get stronger. The man who says Gilberto becomes stronger makes him a deterrent. It has to be a confrontation against William.

"Come on, come on"

"I'm coming!

Gilberto's growth, or wedge against William. You have to be strong. Because there are enemies both inside and outside. There is no harm in being strong.