Tower of Karma

"Giffoon!?

Wolff rolling with a barbaric voice. I run into my own men who were falling over by the time I rolled over. Men who are so tired that they have no objection to fighting back. Anatole collapsed snugly as she made a water reservoir out of sweat, and Ulysses and Nika were throwing up without being able to afford to worry about others' eyes.

Wolfe stood up at the will of the captain, and threw up. What a dirty picture.

"Baba. It's time to show them how tired you are."

"You're not tired, but you can't show how tired you are. No, you guys are fundamentally too weak. And the appropriations are shitty."

Perhaps in general, the Wolves should have enough strength to be described as an inexhaustible stamina. But from the hero king Tarukingetrics, he's not good enough at all. It's just that I'm not breathing one breath, but...

"You're still less than 50% with Wolfe, 30% with Anatole, and the other two will stay in good shape, so you say the best. That's a long way to go."

Maintaining good luck means drawing about 20% of the daily limit.

"Shh, you can go a little more instantaneously!

"One-on-one is fine, but in war, any situation requires a succession of battles. Because even if the generals beat each other one at a time, they can't abandon the next possibility. If you look out for it with me, you can even pull out that 'ahead'. It's not the way of a hero, it's the way of a mad warrior."

Wolff ties his mouth to a single letter without a sound. Welkingetrics was smiling bitterly when he saw it. Others are looking down without even showing their remorse.

"Let's start by building a foundation that can be maintained for a long time. Remove the limiter to breathe and keep the condition. Get used to your body and illuminate your head that the limits lie ahead. It is that repetition that extends the limits and brings them closer to true 'limits'"

Wolfe and Anatole are ripening even looking at the flesh in the first place, but Nika and Ulysses haven't even worked out enough yet. It still sounds good when it comes to stretching, but the point is that it's immature. Long way to go.

"Well, I'll give you one carrot anyway. Still to come, let's give the King's Council just after the dawn of winter, the right to accompany those who have made me kneel."

Wolves' eyes gleam brightly. The biggest festival in the world I thought I would never participate in as a mercenary. They give me the right to participate there.

"Perhaps Arcadia should come out with a white knight. Nedeluxe is naturally Blue Guiko, Estado is unpredictable, but Sambalt too. Arkland is chosen as Apollonia and comes out with a knight. Wouldn't that be interesting? We have the talent to drive the world."

Wolfe was shaking. If you miss this, if you miss this opportunity, you will probably turn yourself into a being who can't keep up with the speed of the world. Welkingetrics is giving Wolfe a test. Beyond this, you don't deserve to go for the world.

"Oh, Arkland will be joining us,"

Anatole questions as she crawls with her thighs.

"The letters of summons to each country have already been distributed. Some of them were named Sambalt. I mean, it's Arkland. If you want to correct that name as Arkland, it would mean putting your face on the King's Council where the Seven Kingdoms gather. If you have the guts to show your face ready for the queen, you'll come out."

Then there is no question. Apollonia is set to come out, Arkland said. Certainty, not hunch, dwells in their breasts. I haven't seen him in person, but Apollonia in the image even enjoys it and swallows it, that's the impression I had.

"Now it's up to you to live or kill this carrot. Try to soil me."

Everyone stood up with trembling feet. Fatigue has reached its limits. Still, there's a place we have to reach. One goal was achieved. And then...

"Come on, Olah!

Just move on.

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Apollonia was in a good mood. The same goes for the letter I received the other day, but the land isn't that cold when it comes to winter in the first place. For Apollonia, which also lived in cold areas in Garnia, the land of Saint Baltic is exactly heaven. Paradise, the wind which I said was here.

"Don't look so grumpy, former princess. I'm not taking this country and eating it."

"You've already been eaten."

"The royal family. I have not wounded the people. The land is not vandalized and the country is preserved. I just changed my mind. Are we mistaken that we are the country?

The princess of Sambalt pushes silence. The rebellious generals and ministers slashed away, but those who were not rebellious basically left them in the wild. Princess, you can move around like this because Apollonia said so. I'm not interested in ruling the country. Because this place is only a bridgehead for rambling around on the continent.

Is it chilly even in this climate? Apollonia is wearing its favorite fur. dressed but well equipped with wonder and majesty.

"Understand, Princess of San Balto. From now on, this is the age of the strong. The times when the weak reign with the authority of the strong mark the end. Sambalt was weak. That's why they ate me."

The princess put her lips on. Maybe I could have protected you.

"With Wolf, you guys, etc."

"We are the ones who slashed it and threw it away. I would rather it were. The battle with that man would have been a sweet one... boring dispensation, doomed is a must"

Apollonia that just slashes and throws away its obscure ideas. If Wolfe remains, it is against the rules for them to speak of it. He slashed them with his own hands and drove them to hell. The country perished according to its cause and effect. If we put our hands together, we might have been able to bounce back Apollonia.

"I'll have you come with me to the King's Council, princess. So proclaim, exalted be thou, the severance of the royal family. And down under Arkland's umbrella. Your work will be complete."

Apollonia's eyes did not already show anything about the princess. The reflection is the future, the beautiful stars that move the world that would meet at the King's Council. There's a monster there who must have waited for himself to meet in a hurry. Gray-haired...

"I'm coming, you Apollonia of Arkland!

Red lotus also yuru.

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William's work at the Royal Palace had one paragraph to go, and all he had to do with the Chamber of Commerce was wait for Einhardt's report, and of course, there was no shortage of greetings to each nobleman, etc., but even minus that, he was getting longer at home.

"Hey, hey, hey. Let's get out of here."

Just because there are days of rest doesn't mean. Even if you're reading a book to deepen your knowledge, you realize that a little monster is coming and breaking the peace. I'll put it up as soon as I spoil it a little. William's fatal flaws had been revealed.

(How can I be angry with a kid?)

It was shitty to treat a child. I wish it were more appropriate than that. There was a negative chain going on that I seriously thought about and would deal with as a result. Furious, however, is not very popular, and Marianne doesn't understand it, even as she theorizes and explains it.

"I'm going to look at my clothes today. We'll play again."

"Oh, I was! I'm going to go get Marianne's lid."

"Buy Ernesta's."

I can't do this because I end up dealing with them like this.

"Excuse me, I'm busy."

"It's okay, Ernesta. William, I've been free lately."

It's not the wrong statement, but why are you angry when Victoria tells you to? In the meantime, William decopins Victoria's forehead to clear his depression. Seeing Victoria fall down with "Fugi," Marianne also said, "To Marianne!" I urge you, so I'll give you a decopin with a flashy look. William sighed without a glance at Marianne falling in imitation of "Fugi" and Victoria.

(Should I go to the royal palace without work?)

Maybe this is how a worker holic is born. Family is not always a place to rest.

That's how today was the day I promised Ernesta, the day I went to look at my clothes.

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Taylor Chamber of Commerce Umbrella clothing store to visit for William for the first time. There was a shop in the middle of the commercial district in the first place. All the shops that connect houses are chambers of commerce headed by nobles. Products are arranged accordingly. A place where not much William would come.

"Marianne, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

"Ernesta's Kick-Ass!

"Uh, Balshmeade is making a new one!? What does it taste like? I have to go and tell them how to make it again!

"Even Sister Victoria... Excuse me, Master William"

I guess they come here a lot. I knew I was walking around like a garden. William doesn't step into this compartment because he thinks he's not the one who was born to look good in this place like them. The inferiority was stopping him.

"No, it's nothing. Let's leave it."

"Hey, William's messing with me! You're gonna stick with me!

"That's great!

Victoria and Marianne, who were walking flashy on the way back. They are deaf people. I came here today to fulfill my promise to Ernesta and my own purpose. I mean, there's no reason to care for Victoria and Marianne.

"It's worse to move on your own. Where the hell is it? It's supposed to be around here on the map."

"I don't know"

"I don't even know Marianne."

"I don't expect you guys to. Ernesta... I know, sounds like"

At the end of Ernesta's gaze that was shining in his eyes, there was a beautiful, elegant, exceptional line of dresses even as William the Gatekeeper looked. It's a small store establishment, but that's why it has a remarkable presence. The store itself is leaving. This is a different store, he said.

"Guests don't seem to be that far in."

"No. I can't get in. This store, Rosalinde, refuses at first sight, and you can't even get in without someone introducing you."

"Oh, so that's the kind of business that makes it?

"We don't know that. All the prices of high-ranking noblemen and bespoke clothing are information we only know about each other."

Ernesta makes her eyes gleam.

"Woohoo, I want to dream. I can't believe I let you in this store."

Ernesta, who surprisingly liked clothes. Victoria not interested in clothes at all. Then Victoria is more gorgeous and full of charm as a woman. It also creates a sense of inferiority. It's even tougher that he doesn't care about it.

"Well, come in."

When I showed Rosalinde the sleigh of stepping into her feet, a twist ran around her. For William it feels to the extent that he has come to meet an acquaintance of goodwill, but it seems worthwhile to enter Rosalinde in this city.

"Marianne is the best!

"Oh, come on, Marianne!

It doesn't seem like there's much value around here.

"Welcome. I've been waiting for you."

Rutgard with a mask greets the line. William felt a little fresh the first time he saw the masked Rutgard. I haven't seen Rutgard outside much in the first place. For some reason, William had a fixed image of waiting for someone at the Taylor family all the time.

"Thank you for today!

"Nice to meet you"

Ernesta with a more temperamental voice than usual. It was my youngest sister, Marianne, who had a surprised eye for it. Even when you're eating delicious treats, why would a calm ernesta upset you so much? It was incomprehensible to Marianne the dough over the flowers.

"We have your order ready, please go back"

Take him to Rutgard. Ernesta heads to the back of the store.

In the meantime, it's shabby, so I stroll around the store as much as I like. It's not big enough to say stroll, but every piece of clothing blinds me, so bring it to the end of time.

"Hey, hey, William. Does this suit me?

Victoria pointing to the dress. A purple adult dress that doesn't seem to suit my daughter named Victoria more than anything else in this.

"No, I don't think you look good."

"Eh heh. I think so too."

An operation where you dare to choose a dress that doesn't look good and draw your thoughts, albeit disgusting. Victoria began to grasp William's tendencies and figure out how. He seems to turn his head when it comes to this hand to the habit of fools.

"Marianne doesn't. I want this."

This one's not thinking about anything, Marianne. A colorful dress could certainly look good on Marianne. Though not fatally tall enough.

"Someday."

"Damn it. Marianne, I remember you."

Marianne will probably forget about it tomorrow. Although it is the type to hold at its roots, it is fundamentally more interested in sweets and rice than in clothing. You can just give me something sweet for now. It is Marianne's tactic.

"But they all seem expensive."

"It's not for sale, it's an ornament."

Rutgard stood behind me at some point.

"What about Ernesta?

"I've left the makeup to you because it's not my specialty"

I hear there are several other clerks in this little store. As for William, who is oblivious to this kind of business, I get anxious about whether that makes business.

"Oh, William's having an affair!

"It's a rumor. It's a rumor!

Rutgard looked back with a smile against the noisy two.

"We have it for both of you, so please try it on."

The moment Rutgard said so, a clerk gushed out of the back and detained the Victorians, pulling them into the back without telling them whether to stay there or not.

"... are you ready for Victoria's minute"

"It's only Mr. Ernesta's that I took it seriously. Because those two are beautiful without having to wear them. It doesn't matter what clothes you wear. Something with the original volume missing."

Mixed words with envy. Indeed, Victoria is missing one of those beautiful sisters. Marianne, who resembles it, will also all combine the charm of making noise with your sons. If I get a proper upbringing, I'm talking about.

"I didn't know that. I've lived with you for a long time and I didn't even know this store existed."

Rutgard smiles.

"Because this store is heretical among the Taylor Chamber of Commerce. I originally started out in my mother's hobby, and I made what my mother wanted to make, and I put it on my mother's acquaintance, and it was half the place to play."

'Mother' who rarely jumps out of Taylor's mortal. Name is Rosalinde. Same name as this store, no, I guess the name of this store was taken from her.

"This is my playground now. I'll make some clothes here and put them on Hilda's. I'm not staying high, I'm just making it exclusive to acquaintances because my clothes aren't making that fast. I'm decorating my clothes to make it look like a store, which is a misleading cause."

If you were saving a hundred gold coins for play, the opposite is a horrible story. If you mean it, you can increase your profit margin more, and you can grow your sales out of digits. Well, I'm not thinking about it, because I'm trying not to think about it. I dare say it's a playground.

Silence descends between them. It's not awkward. There was always quiet between us. It was still the same and the tranquility suited both of us better than the conversation.

It was Rutgard who tore it.

"William's clothes requested are in the process of being made"

The atmosphere in Rutgard changed. This is probably the real face in this store.

"When it comes to clothing wrapped around the King's Council, I can hardly imagine it coming together. I'll be sure to make it on the due date. So give me a little more time."

"Oh, there's nothing wrong with that if you make it to the due date. I'll leave everything to you."

"I will hit you with all my might"

And another book of silence to descend. To break...

"Bye, it's Marianne!

Was it the simplest clothes? Marianne finished dressing at an overwhelming speed. A white piece that looks easy to move into is incompatible with this store. Somewhere futuristic it is too simple to wrap up at a party, but it can be seen as excellent as everyday clothing. It was the work of the Lugard Congregation, which combines ease of movement with the goodness of the product.

"It's not something to wear in the winter... but I was wondering if it would be better if you could pair it with a white hat in the summer"

There's no cheap on the thin fabric, but either way it won't be something to wear in the winter. Marianne is running around the store like she likes the comfort. If it's not time to stop, something is going to happen with too much momentum.

"Stop, Chibi. Run around as much as you like in your own home in the summer."

"Yeah. I don't think so."

"Talk to me."

One woman entered William's sight.

"Wow. Surprised. Ahhh."

Honestly, the words I said at the party before were flattering. I never thought I'd be able to fathom my sisters where I dressed them. But if it's what it looks like now, I can fathom it. The more you become some sister, the more you are winning.

"It's so beautiful, Ernesta! Well, Marianne won't make it yet."

"It looks great on you. As much as I'd like to show you my other sisters."

Ernesta's wrapped dress was based on black. The dress itself suppresses claims and intensely claims white skin that hides the skin as much as possible but looks like a mundane clap. There's nothing expensive about accessories, but pearls, moonstones, etc. come out of the black and even if I don't like it, it catches my eye. And at first sight, at the end of the day, he becomes captivated by the beauty he hid in his lack of glamour. Deep, deep...

"May I have this?

"It's not a big deal. If you like it, use it."

"Yes, take care, I'll make it a treasure for life"

Dresses and accessories are just a trigger. Making with the mind that it only brings out the charm of Ernesta. That's Rutgard, it's a good job.

"And then there's that idiot. I'm not buying those clothes."

William tried so hard not to open his wallet. As a matter of fact, when I asked Rutgard for Ernesta's clothes, the price was pretty good because I lightly said I wanted the best. The good thing about the mine in the first place, I wasn't willing to buy it, even if it suited me as William, and that's what made me look more attractive than Eleonora.

But...

"Ugh, you're lying. Hey. No, no... damn it, I'll buy this!

The firm resolve broke apart in an instant. Ernesta covers her face in too many situations. Marianne fell into too many sights. And Rutgard...

"It looks great on you, very"

He had a mean grin.

"Where is it? Ahhhhh! I've never worn such funny clothes!

Marianne, who collapsed, was bursting with laughter as she twisted her belly. Ernesta can laugh, too, so make the most of it. William was consulting his wallet with a untied coin. There was a hard determination to definitely buy it. That's so funny.

"Rutgard, how much?

"... no, I meant a little joke, not a sale"

"No, buy it. How much? I don't have much of a hand right now, I only have about one gold coin and five silver coins. Can you buy it?"

"You can't waste it. Yeah, yeah!

"One silver coin is enough. I just need to keep this with me because it's going to degrade the character of this store."

"Why did you make that!?

"Sorry Rutgard. Let me worry about what's in my purse. I'll pay you back soon. Yes, one silver coin."

"Hey, why are you buying such a positive? You don't need me?

"You wear it and dance in front of me when I'm tired. That's when I feel happy."

"If you feel happy...... yes, no, you won't be fooled! Marianne, you laugh too much! And Ernesta. You look so beautiful. Let's swap, shall we? I'll put some sweets on you, too."

Ernesta shakes her neck sideways at high speed and Marianne coughs up too much laughter and looks painful. Even more counterproductive when Victoria moves worried. The sight of the mud was spreading in Rosalinde's shop, where even high-ranking nobles could not easily enter.

William, who then bought funny clothes with a hock-face, began to repel her by shaking it on Victoria whenever something was there. It was a good Victorian exclusion.