Tower of Karma

Thanks to Apollonia for roughing up the place, I survived the hardship, William, which I no longer obsessed with. After returning to the country, he had calculated that it would be perfect if he got it cheaply from the Taylor Chamber of Commerce, which almost turned the equivalent into his body, and gave it to Eleonora.

That night...

"Ha, ha, ha"

"... Do you still want to do it?

Tonight, Apollonia was turning to the sights. Opposite William is Sir Medraut, one of her knights. I can only feel the certainty of appearance.

"White Knight, please"

Words that taste different in color than daytime favors. Even if it means nothing to me, it may be a necessary process for her, for 'him'.

(Well, it's a rare coincidence to feel intelligent from Garnia. The type that finds reason in a meeting. Is it the opposite of Apollonia, which finds optimal with intuition)

William can afford it. In fact, there was a lot of looseness. Unlike monsters like Apollonia and Wolf, who are forced to impose no matter how, he fit into the great human race in every sense. Then William's sword, which shredded waste to shreds, also has great effect in the sense of health preservation. The difference appeared in this diagram.

(I was the fool who was going to see Apollonia through my sister. Is there such a person, or is there such a sword? Make sense of all the motions, and countless swords emerge from simple, wasteless movements. For him, it's the same on the board and in action. Thoughts are on the sword as they are. intuition, taste, as much as possible of those things, Sword of Wisdom)

Thoughts conveyed every time we meet. It's a small body, inferior to everyone else's, and I was going to think to myself, but I guess this man has been thinking more, dozens of times, than Medraut thinks. I intend to do it, I intend to have done good, everything is vain in front of this man.

Whatever the effort is. The result of ordinary people's continued extraordinary efforts is now. And this is...

(Not yet, on the way. I am not satisfied. Carefully, in the tunnels, the foundations that have been built. Damn it, how can a man with such a different vibe stack up so beautifully here? Not yet, let's ride. Above this foundation, if this is all beautifully and carefully loaded -)

Finally Medraut understood why Apollonia would stick around. Being located opposite to itself. For her, who was young enough to have the supreme mould to say Apollonia, the figure of a man who still kept piling up would have looked odd. And more than that, it must have looked horrible. Because she doesn't know, no, nobody here knows.

I don't know what lies ahead of such a thorough effort.

"Not yet, not yet!

"It's a big swing. So drain your strength for nothing."

William readily accepts Medraut's sword.

"What, whoa, whoa!

"Standing position, hand position, blade position. Forced to push, you can't push it off."

Reasonably seek the strength of Medraut.

"I thought... you are a wise knight. The sword is trying to look big, even though it is. I know what it's like to admire because I'm the same inferior, but that's not the sword of the powerless. It's a sword a bigger knight should wield."

"I'm going to imitate someone, etc.!

"Oh well, still. So your sword doesn't have you. The imitation of those with different characteristics of the body is a way away from the truth. Then you will never be able to be anyone."

I wasn't going to decide anything. William just made a point. Do what you think. But it is true that the Garnian knights, who have learned in action, for better or worse, have not pointed it out, even if they were aware of the young Medraut.

I'll notice it on the battlefield one day. I find it by hand. That's Garnia's fashion. Either way...

"... it's not in our language."

"Oh, it arrived because of the proximity of the trait and the words of the man who prevails on it"

"Throw away His Majesty's imitation of things and wings? The king's blood."

The knights saw their young colleagues crushed. Humiliation of being punched in, crumbled, and buttocks grabbed by ruthlessness. Never again will such a knight admire, hate, and imitate his sword in disobedience. Because there is no way to go, and I saw that it was on another path that I should go.

"White Knight, thank you"

"... not a big deal"

Apollonia's gaze fell and fell, and he was poured into the knight to regret himself without being able to rise. Its gaze lurks the roar of both harshness and vibrancy like that of a queen, somewhere soft in colour.

And then, seeing the sight, William almost remembered something. Very important, trivial, just slight, hooked.

"I'll always pay you back what I owe you"

"I didn't mean to lend it"

William gave thanks to Apollonia and left the scene.

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"What, are you skipping too?

"'Cause I can't get out in front of a customer with a face like this."

Next to Sister smoking the pipe, Misha sits with a crying, awful face.

"Sister liked people, ever?

"Well, I do."

"Rewarded?

"That's right. My heart was filled. That's enough to heartburn. But, you know, in the end, I didn't have the confidence or readiness to stand next to him until the end. You're next door, but you're far away. Well, I guess it wasn't worth the minute. No matter how much we fit, it doesn't fill."

"... haha, is that why you asked me to use you? Know who you are."

"Are you mad?

"Yeah. Wow. But because I realized it. I'm not a good person to be around that guy. A merchant, born of a thin, dirty bottom, from what to what, too different"

"... do you want to smoke?

"I don't need it. Because it stinks in my mouth."

Misha took one deep breath, and slapped him on the cheek.

"It's okay, 'cause I'm used to giving up. I have a family. The family I've always wanted. Thanks to that guy, I might be able to maintain it. I want more than that."

"Well, you take your time off today. Go to work tomorrow. Tomorrow comes what happened. Tomorrow is coming, we have to earn the food to live. It's okay, you're strong."

Like a parent, Sister held Misha's head. Don't look at me, I won't show it to anyone, you can do whatever you want. That's what she said.

So Misha cried in a small voice to keep her family awake. I cried so much, I still can't stop crying. But I'm sure we'll be fine tomorrow. Cry as much as you want today and live strong tomorrow. It's okay. I'm used to giving up.

Because that's what it means to be born at the bottom.

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"Hmm, you're good."

Claude, where another child is praised and plumped.

"I'm tougher."

"It has nothing to do with strong weakness at this stage. Limits soon come in the way of the battle for momentum. Use your head and stretch your thoughts."

"Shit. I'm not good at thinking."

"That's why I'm telling you to make a habit of thinking, kid."

That's what William takes care of the other kids. Claude is not the only child to take it away. Aptitude as a warrior, of course, carefully selects children who are suitable for 'themselves' in terms of their ability to observe and learn, speed, depth, and all perspectives. In that sense, Claude's not the right guy.

(Excellent taste. Obviously it's missing more than the other kids, and it's growing every other day. And then if I lose my sweetness to myself, it would be great... well, would it bother you to be made like me?)

While seeking vitality to crawl up, William thought it should not be imitated to the distortion of the Avenger. Vengeance became the driving force in drilling, but it is also true that he was swallowed up in bad faith and moved far from the best. I don't need that. It is only impure.

Though thinking so was in itself a testament left that he was changing, those who could point it out are not on this occasion, including himself. No matter how thorough, subjectivity cannot be objective.

"Yes, yes, it's time for a lunch break! What a sumptuous day, I tried to pinch a ham in my bread!

"Yay! Meat!"

"Misha! Misha! Misha!"

"Praise me!

Straw and children flock to Misha. William, left behind, stood firm. You can't beat a ham with a sword.

"Yes, you eat William too, don't you?

"Oh, I was just hungry, but... there's not much ham. It only contains shards."

"Growing up kids is our priority."

"Less than you, but to say you grew up..."

"I'm growing up? See?"

Misha appeals to the chest. William stared at the ham with a cute eye. A faintly scented smoky smell with an irresistible salty appearance after exercise. Ham can beat color. It's okay, I'm an iron man. If you have ham, you'll be fine.

"Let's not. The first thing to do is nourish. Because I'm the best at everything."

"What a virgin."

"... that doesn't matter now"

"Hahaha!

Misha grinning with her belly. William with a bitter grin. The kids get together looking interesting when they see it. "What's a virgin?" William tries to stop Misha subtly and forcefully trying to answer the simple question. Kids get more interested when they see it.

"... whoo-hoo, that's not bad"

Sister Anne was grinning deeply as she put the pipe in her mouth. The world you live in is different, I guess that's exactly what it is. That is a matter to be aware of and must not be ignored, but apart from the story if you are prepared to step over it. Looking at this sight, I didn't think it had no chance of winning. I just don't want her to talk about it.

"Strengthen, act like you always do, and don't let anyone notice. You'll be fine. Giving up or stepping out is your life. Do whatever you want. I don't know."

Something is uneven. I can understand that somehow, but still, looking at the natural smile he shows right now, I don't think it's okay if it's uneven. Maybe this discrepancy will haunt you well and produce a good flow.

"Um, ham, if it's one"

"... Mary, you eat that. I'll get Claude's share."

"Brother!? I won't do it! No ham!

"Then let me give you Misha's specifically. I'm about to eat it."

"Let's have it."

"Get lost! I'm really eating."

"This ham is delicious. I need you to tell me where you are because I want to go buy some later."

"Light up a little! You're an indirect kisser!

"... what is that?

"Give it to me, too!

"Me and me!

"Uh, already, yes, yes. I'll tell you where it is later. Tomorrow's buyout. Nice to meet you, White Knight."

"Let's accept."

It was very quiet here, isolated, with good air running through the bottom.

That's why even Sister Anne, who has crossed a thousand seamounts, overlooked it. He said it was only during the flow of saying so that we should have kept our minds together. Even if I had hit the bare minimum of my hand, I should have been more vigilant.

Sometimes a person transcends reason and runs into emotion.

Because it's a good story that happened in mythological times, such as when light deepened the shadows.

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"Do we really understand what we are doing!? Now the King's Council, in the strict state of precautions gathered by the top of the nations, why such barbarism?!?

"No matter what happens in a space that doesn't exist, nobody cares."

"The pride of a hundred generals, trampled the boundaries of literature, you fools."

"Don't slap the windy mouth you know the bottom line. Teach the rogues what a true warrior is. All hands, ravage!

A controlled regular soldier pulls out his sword. Tingling air, one battlefield was formed, even though this place was a Ulterior under heaven.

"Stupid, you who claim to be the successor to that man, what are you going to do when you become a clown, Dominic boy"

The difference in force was historical. This is only a crossing point, a place to aim...