Tower of Karma

The task of the servants to be brought to the King's Council is to deliver the King to a safe venue and to deliver him exactly to his own country after everything has been done. First and last, that's the majority of roles.

In other words, I'm free during the event.

"... here we go again"

Don't let that face ruin you.

"Talk about what?

"Solo, that's it. So, is that girl on her way to comfort?

"You mean Celine?... thanks to you, you're safe. Probably, okay."

"Good for you. I'm not an expert in biology."

William becomes a troubled face. I intend to proceed with some more politeness, but I stumbled into a fight. The 'family' will be taken away, and the intention to sell favors ahead of time is more alarming than that.

"What about Claude?

"I'm playing with everyone outside. She's tough, so she got swollen in a day."

"... I see. You're sturdy."

"Because I won't give it to you"

"It's Claude who decides that. Not you, not me. I'm not gonna force you."

Misha frowns at the words. Yesterday's statement was an atmosphere of selling favors to weaknesses and forcing them to pull. Today, it's soft.

"Because then it doesn't make sense. It's your choice that makes sense."

William wasn't willing to impose it from the beginning. Yesterday, the words were a little strong for another reason. One solution that chewed up and built this' environment 'on its own, with no other love stories exchanged with Sister. Because of his unsoundness, he was clearly frustrated.

"He decides about him. Except you."

"... what do you mean?

"You've sold your body. You're putting some of the money in this facility. There's no such thing as a church in a corner of Invisible, a place like this, but it doesn't lean on anything faithful. I mean, donations don't collect either. Naturally, I can't support a child. It's broken. From the beginning. Here."

"... That's not true"

"Is this just a relay point in the first place? of human trafficking. That Sister is not inherently a broker or anything, well, a legitimate way of life. It's all out of the atmosphere."

Misha doesn't deny it. There is no denying it. Because those inferences were mostly correct.

"You've often noticed in a short time. Or did you check it out?

I don't know where he was listening from, but Sister emerged from the shadow of the pillar. The aptitude was self-depraved everywhere, enjoyable, and so crumbling that I wanted to sell it even in fights to God.

And then, as a matter of course, light the pipe and loosen the purple smoke.

"There are conditions and backgrounds for any flock to establish. And there's a circulating system. There's nothing here. I don't have a strong backbone to go around with the debt of being a child. But that's impossible. Any herd has a reason. If you can't find it, you just have the wrong perspective"

"Kids are merchandise, this church is a warehouse until merchandise is sold. Yeah, you're right. This used to be such a place. And you're right about my role."

"But now the flow is stalled"

"Your backbone broke. The organization above was defeated in the war, and all that remained was to shake like a floating island. This kid is forcing me to hold that. Really, you're not right. But this place is unnatural and unhealthy."

"Sister!"

"We'll find out soon. You can't help lying, can you? Apparently, this man, he's not like the basin darkness there. Short exchanges and how things are here have almost left me naked."

"A healthy organization, a flock, refers to a form that is independent of one individual. Even if someone falls, someone turns it instead. No matter what happens, keep turning, that's the healthy form. You're everything here now. If I lose you, this place will fall. That's not healthy, is it?

William's words were shooting through their steeple exactly. It's what I knew. This place can't last forever.

"You did it the wrong way."

"What else can you do to me?" Well, if I were as smart as you, if I had learned, I could have done something. But I don't have anything! I can't read words, I can't do arithmetic. I was sold through this facility to a sex street, just a whore, what... "

"I did it the wrong way, but I earned time. Time for me to come here."

William held Misha in tears with his own helplessness.

"I can change it. to a correct and healthy form. I accumulated strength for it. I set up the environment for that. Leave it to me. I've lived for it."

Strangely enough for himself, William even lined up words. It's like saying that's what you mean, spitting sweet bullshit. I vomit back. It's all about interest. Now, it cannot be denied that the thought of 'changing' is included there.

The fine paths that follow from the past overlap with their own royal paths.

Misha was just a little surprised by the situation in which she was leaving herself with the other person. I've seen occupational patterns, various men. I've touched it. So I know. This lying man is trying to get through 'true', even if he's lying to himself. I don't know why, to myself, he's so obsessed with those kids. Still, he thinks more than ourselves in a way.

About us.

"So you don't have to do this anymore."

Failure to protect the 'family', the woman who has been standing and tending to herself, leaned against the man for the first time in her life. I deposited my body. I wanted you to share the weight. I just met him. We don't know anything about each other. I don't know.

But I only got one thing. I'm sure he...

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"Restore it to its original form?

The colour of disappointment immediately dwelt in Misha's eyes. As soon as I think I have tried to believe a little, this is it. I can't believe you guys didn't even start thinking about the leap.

"There's nothing here. If there is, 'people', it's just. The only way to generate money there is to sell 'people'. At least for now, that's what I have to do."

"I was wondering if you were trying to trick me into something because I keep saying sweet things like con artists, but it seems so different. Well, you're right. There's nothing here. I don't do anything, and you're the only one who's gonna break down sooner or later. That's why I'm going back. Isn't that okay? But I don't have a buyer. Can you find that for the kids who don't have a lot of buck?

"That's why I told you I was here. It's not just Claude. I'm gonna buy some here."

"You can't help but moisturize at that moment. Wouldn't he be gone after the King's Council? Merchant at the pharmacist."

Pu Ha, and Sister spraying smoke. I really don't look good in monastic clothes. So much so that wearing it is likely to result in punishment.

"I bring people in regularly. I have quite a logistics network. What I would like you to do is to see the characteristics of the sale in your normal life and determine if it will hit the people I want. Well, he's a broker. Same as old, just different value to find"

Misha was already puffy and angry. Sister just fastens it.

"What's your talent portrait? I wondered why Claude was. Only energy and sturdiness are the idiots in the handle. He's a man, and he's not submissive. When I was active, I was a kid with an easy price tag. That was chosen first. Where is the sincerity"

Feeling all the things in Sister's gaze, William smiles. This is still an ideal place. A distorted collection, not even in Arkas. I'm not motivated by the top there, but still the sagginess is real. If she were to be the starting point, the difficult job of selecting talent might be to stay thrown. All you have to do is tell him. That would be appropriate.

"Enthusiasm, obsession with living. To the world, an anti-bone, an ambition for society. Those who are filled with vitality and who strongly desire to crawl up and change their present self. That's the condition. Other than that, it's good on blank paper. If you tap into learning, knowledge, etc., you acquire it, and I'll do that over here. But roots can't just be born, boundaries, original qualities, and put behind them. Ask them to choose their location."

"What about men and women?

"Question. I don't care there. In the process of nurturing, I would sometimes present that path if I showed aptitude, but the basic guiding principle is investing in mass-producing another me. Train uncolored people from scratch, share my thoughts, share perspectives, and get them to work as my hands and feet. In all areas, so that I can do my best. Send 'me' to all areas"

Investment for that purpose. I've been thinking about it for a long time. If you deviate from the martial arts, the business becomes neglected, and if you deviate from the business, a gap is created in the martial arts. The extent to which it can be covered by individuals is known. Then we have to stop being individuals. In order to fight wide and deep, the only way to build a herd is to build a herd.

But even if we bring together talented people, they have their way of thinking, the way each of them has cultivated. That's savory, but on the other hand, sometimes I didn't think so. To get rid of it, it seems far away but we have to grow it from scratch.

This was an investment for it, and there was undoubtedly an interest in its place.

"You mean you can teach those kids to study, read and write?

The color of Misha's eyes changes. That's what I've been hoping for. It's something I didn't get, but I wanted them to get it someday. I can't teach because I don't have it. I was so full that I would maintain my current life that I couldn't even prepare an environment for them to learn about it. That's what they say comes true. The consideration is to be a separation.

"Absolutely. Essentials for social life are to be tapped into in six months. You'll remember soon enough. I don't need six months if I have enthusiasm. The environment is already in place. All that's left is the contents."

"So you're saying it's better not to be poorly colored. Are you telling me you're going to buy the people you've been putting on cheap prices?

"Don't be. It's good business, isn't it? Give me the empty but hungry talent. The world is overflowing with as many of those kids as it takes. Let's find out what's really going on there. I don't need people who are just good for others. I want a kid who has fangs and doesn't hate to fight"

"So Claude, hey"

"That's it when I say I was occasionally close, but I liked those eyes"

Giraffed ambition. That was commonplace in William's eyes. This man is trying not to hesitate to push an investment that will not even bear fruit on the vast road to where it is. It's not a normal perspective. Take a more immediate benefit from a normal perspective.

Beautiful girls are supreme. If you feel good, it's still good. A man like a woman is also superb, but a short expiration date is the neck. Basically cheap as of boy. It is required to be sturdy and obedient. There is no great significance to their contents or anything else. They're just like livestock, all they have to do is keep the outside surface in order. Let's buy this kid because he looks nice, no such buyer.

No, I should have.

"I don't make it bad. To help me, I need you to be strong. Human resource development that erodes all areas and eats them away. They learn, they gain strength. If you learned me in the process and fought to imitate me, that's fine. I'm not even willing to bind you."

There is no tenderness in this man's eyes. It's not sweet. Reason and interest, the solution derived from it just sounded like sweet bullshit. Thorough theoretical arming. You can never get sweet dreams in there. Stiffen into bees without even giving them room to get in. Though it is a grand plan, it is a necessary process for me, a human being, to crawl up. I even pushed the malice that I was going to wrap it in.

The man passes me through.

"They're the ones who choose. And you too. Take my prepared path, or wait for it to fall apart as a sandbox, one in two."

Misha was shaking. The 'family' that I finally got, it's hard to be apart, but this man gives me what I've always wanted to give, instead. She understood with her own hands. Reality that I didn't have a choice for myself without learning.

"Unfortunately, I have a third. I'm sorry to hear that."

"Third? What's that supposed to mean?

"It's time. Wouldn't you?

Asked Misha. That's how she gets pulled back into reality. For a moment, a dream floated. That was very comforting, but at the same time it is only a dream.

William looks at the two with a strange eye. Only he doesn't know. This is not even a sandy cabinet, but a collapsing tower that is not waiting for Misha's limits.

He doesn't know.

Sister, it's time to discuss this.

"You're barren. Lieble. All the way up to God with his earthly feet."

"You speak of God, you laugh."

A bunch that showed up all over. Behind it was also the figure of a knight.

William hides himself in the shadows. Wigs and masks, wear them and peek at the situation.