Tower of Karma

Wolfe walks through the city of Ulterior with Claude by his side. He blew up a bunch of people watching the streets like a few examiners, and he was pointing his legs ahead. Turn to those whose opponents are more alert than you know your destination, but lucky.

(… but 'skirmishes' happened in the border with Invisible yesterday night. Be prepared for that counterattack. You're in the mood.)

I'm not prepared for William or myself. I moved in the first place because I found Claude, and even for that guy, he would be the kind of guy who loses money if he didn't fit in for it, normally. That church, the faint sense of exception that makes it look like that 'girl'.

Knowing that, Wolfe had therefore turned off the option that the man would not move. But for those who do not know it, it can only be seen in outrages that have definitely lost their sense of balance. That man, he'll feel like a white knight.

"I knew it, thank God."

"What?

I said, "I don't know. I'm not talking about it anymore."

……

What are you talking about? This guy, lightly decoping Claude as he turns his gaze, Wolfe turns forward. Quite the inquisition broke through. And the smell is gradually thickening.

The aroma increases at once by turning corners. I mean - face to face.

"Don't move, kid."

…………

A swordswallowing atmosphere that silences even Claude. At first glance, only the guard person stands, but behind the exterior wall, the shadow of the tree, the shadow of the pillars, the atmosphere of the person smells from all over the building. Wolfe came this far as he devastated his enemies. I'm not letting anything like a signal out.

I mean, it's not a measure against ourselves if we normally thought about it. It would be difficult to align this many people today in the first place.

(To whom is the measure directed? Did he do something back there? No, if it moves, you don't hit it bad. At least there's no such thing as being robbed of a woman. Rudolph? That, too. If you had bee fights with Nederks in the first place, then you'd already be at war. Apollonia? He's got a bunch of Bakemon while he's a handful. I can't take this formation anymore. Well, if that's possible, it's the kind of line that doesn't spot the power of war and is ready for Apollonia -)

I have no contact. As far as Wolfe knows, there's not even a rumor in my ear that a man and a knight queen would be here have been involved. There's got to be more to it than just getting ready for this. If you showed a gap, you'd be hit, yes. Something they think.

(Hmm, maybe, maybe, maybe? If that's the case, it's quite a bridge, damn it. Isn't it a schematic that you're sticking your neck in Garias' inner geva from Temeer?

Wolfe had conceived in front of the bend. It would take too much vigilance, more than I thought, to welcome individual guests.

(Does it matter? My buddy left a message in St. Lawrence. If I keep my word, the King of Heroes will never waver. I'm the only one who's gonna roll my ass off, and that's what I'm gonna do)

The same thing if you get away with whatever shitty bridge it is.

That's the good thing about mercenaries.

That said, no matter how you say Wolf, you weren't brave enough to jump into a position where you were waiting for your enemies with even ranged weapons. Same thing where one or two more people. What we need is quite a few of them together.

"... you stay here."

"I'm going too!

"I can't - but... well, maybe I can't freak out and get close"

"I'm not freaking out!

"Really? I think I'm gonna chip. Apparently, he's seriously busted out. What makes him do that... I don't know. He can't see so much on the battlefield."

The Wolves would have come at some minimum. If you don't know your destination, you can say you pointed to your best hand. But this man knew where the enemy was. The difference appears at this time of arrival. There must have been a big difference.

"Ha, that's the second time I've seen that, Mr. White Knight. Wow."

The man stood on the roof of the nearby mansion. The wind direction is chasing wind, flowing slightly to the right. A man can't put on a mask and see the look on his face. But the atmosphere was obviously rough. The usual sophisticated, pitiful and ruthless atmosphere is devoid of shards.

"Wait and 'sister'. I'm gonna help you now."

Distorted grin. Truth of the beast gushing from the depths of the mask.

I was inspired by past trauma. If the worst for William is the case around Marianne, the worst for Al is nothing more than the day he was forced to corpse his sister, who became the prototype of today. Worst of the worst, exceptional among traumas.

It reminded me of so much pain that I couldn't stand without forming another personality.

Normal white knights do not use bows, although they are not avoided. I noticed it unconsciously after using it several times. The aptitude of the bow is that he has a gift. unconscious but the man was avoiding the 'it' given by God. Use if necessary, but not if not necessary. I don't want to use it. Originally, I was familiar with a sword that should be far from aptitude, and as a result now I am more stable in various respects using a sword - perhaps a spear rather than a sword, a bow more than a spear.

This is what this man is for.

"Don't think you're gonna die easy, you cunts."

Drawing a beautiful arc, an arrow stands in the hand of the guard. In confusion about the sudden events, now the opposite hand, both legs, which were both shot out at the same time, at much the same time. Without doing anything, the guards fall and lie down before they see the enemy.

"Run, mountain dog!

While Wolfe looked sincerely disgusted by the great command tone, the edge of its mouth was faintly raised, and shortly after Claude confirmed it, the wolf ran out to blow it up.

"Don't take it off, white monkey!

Step over the guard, kick in the gate, and Wolfe penetrates. The people with melee weapons are in charge of the wolves. There's nothing wrong with that. But the wolf's fangs aren't long enough to manage to get to the archers forming on the upper floors. That's why we needed a clustered number or an archer to rule the distance.

"... enough to know how to come off. Chest shit!

To the atmosphere of William, Wolfe removed himself from guard except for his own. How scarier an atmosphere than when you have a sword. The same flimsy killer was there when he was removed from his own prospect and had stepped over Anatole.

Then there's no point in putting those in sight. That man, he can't be different.

"What, shit!?

I got a little face out of the window frame. With the arrow on his head, Wolfe takes aim at the arrow and shoots the arrow, during all that motion, he was shot through the strings and fingers from far away. Death as an archer at this point. It would have been just a coincidence if this had been one time, but seeing the archers being rendered incapable of combat twice and three times, their complexion gradually changes. No one is laughing anymore when the allies laughed at first that they were unlucky.

The enemy is far away. The wind direction is not the distance this arrow can reach. From such a critical range, arrows fly with accuracy to horror. I know because I am quite experienced as an archer. That's a - monster.

"Other than Master Eurydice, there's a guy who can do this kind of artistry"

"Damn!? My ears flew!

"Ears? Why? No matter how much easier it is to aim for, no one has died since just now? Oh, that's stupid. Impossible."

Zero is the dead, even if anyone turns to pain.

"That's a white knight. I've never heard of using a bow. If it's just accuracy, than Master Eurydice, haha, what is it, what the fuck!

A young archer trying to force himself out and shoot a wolf. Garias, the best bowman, I admired Eurydice and served him and asked him to teach me several times. Sooner or later, she lined up and continued to drill to fight as part of the "Thunderbolt" she commanded. This is how I smoke in another unit now.

Arrows standing in the hands of young archers. As his fingers fly a thousand pieces unbroken, and his blood erupts, he who was flatly an archer collapses. Never again will that finger look at an arrow.

"Shit! What are you doing up there, give me backup -"

A monster that appears all the way in front of you. It's no longer just a reflex. He waves his sword reflexively to shake off his fears, and is cut off from each of them. Reason knows. The way to live is not to fight. Throw away shame and outrage, and escape unnecessarily. That's all.

"Ha, archers can't freak out and show their faces anymore, huh? And when that happens..."

Arrows pour down on ground troops as well. Aim precisely, in vain, where you frustrate the opponent's will to fight. A modus operandi that is a horrible mass of precision and malice. The wolf laughs that it is exactly the pinnacle of the White Knight.

"Well, I scraped it like it was good, and it's time to interrupt."

Wolf suddenly turned his foot away from the horde of enemies. No one can react to that suddenly. If I could, there was no longer anyone on this occasion with the recklessness to think about what to do with him alone.

"Ha-ha-ha! I'm super awesome in light clothes!

Dan, with the awesome kicking noise, Wolfe jumped. For a moment, everyone couldn't understand what they were trying to do. So much so that what he's trying to do is human apart, that even William, who was madly swallowed up, returns to his primacy with "he's not stupid, he's"...

"Humph!

The leap takes Wolf to unusual heights. The wolf, with his fingers hooked to the irregularities in the outer wall, forcibly carries himself further up from there. Slowly, the man put his foot down to the window frame upstairs. Monster, the movement is not a normal person.

"What's up? If you're confused, I'm gonna bother you, okay?

"Uhhhhhhhh!

Soldiers head to knock Wolf off the window. With a flicker of it, a soldier was diverted into the sky instead of entering the mansion himself.

"Hello all"

"Oh, oh, ah, ah"

"Come on, let's do it. Have a war."

Let's play Wolf.

And as time goes by, William jumps off the roof again, diving through the gates of Sir Valerie's mansion. He shoots through some of the soldiers running wild, throws down a bow just after the arrow is cut and switches to responding with a sword. William rips the rest of the wolf's stuff to bits.

There was malice on that face.

Drop your hands, cut off your legs, and make it impossible to continue the fight. It was also a good hand to use on the battlefield, but this time the white knight, the beast, was not thinking so deeply. Malice, madness, taking their future while being guided by it. My future as a soldier, as a knight.

It was, in a way, a more brutal way of ending than death.

"Where, Valerie?"

William's brain mixed with the present and the past. A distorted world reflected by a distorted mind. Fight to protect your 'sister'. Fight to save your 'sister' this time. This time, this time, this time...

William is now unaware that the very thought of 'this time' is distorted.

My beloved sister is long dead, because it is not my sister who is trying to save her now.

So much so that even such a natural thing went out of my mind that a structure similar to the worst of days rocked him. If he was sane, he was probably thinking of another hand after securing Claude. Fighting and so on. Instead of losing his position in Arcadia, he could be tried under Garias' law and even lose his life. If he was sane, as Sister imagined, as Wolfe assumed, William would have lost money. Pick up only the carefully selected children and the base will look for a new location. There, to her, because the only thing that sticks to her is paranoia.

The beast of madness waves the blade with contradictions. Spread malice.

However, if it is in the same direction as malice, only a few chilling parts remain. The faint remaining reason tolerates this malice because it makes sin lighter than killing. Just like Wolfe's ridiculous self-defense, he was making room for excuses.

The inconsistency makes malice more prominent, when the result becomes a more tragic sight.

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Valerie was stroking the restrained Misha. It was a disgusting gesture, but Misha wouldn't have been able to speak, even if she hadn't been forced to. There was no way that she, an ordinary person, could not remember fear at the sight of the product of the madness that extended to her sight, the narrow array of dolls with people as their material.

"Beautiful. Great material, Michelle. Woohoo, was your real name Misha? I'm very worried about which name to take. This is the best material, this is all I've ever had, my moves, the two combined, and the ultimate art is born in this world."

incomprehensible. In the first place, this space was full of death odors. Smells like it's going to spit out. I'm sure they use a variety of techniques. Despite the passage of time, the doll using raw skin has not collapsed as much as I thought. If you think this is all the corpses lined up, maybe the smell isn't that bad either. But she couldn't accept this sight as a theory in the first place. Most people won't accept it, not just her.

"That's all your life's worth. Born at the bottom, even you, a lowlife, get meaning to that raw if it becomes art. You'll thank me, you will."

Nobility, when desires saturated and various pleasures became the norm, they changed their sexuality to the more pointy. I'd like to think it's part of the story, but it's rare to say that nobility has changed in such a direction. There are also a large number of people who prefer these atrocities and say so.

The majority of nobles do not blame their acts, even if their taste is incomprehensible, because they can empathize with the feeling of being distorted. distortions of the filled ones, part of which is this.

"With good information, I intend to show you to my Lord. The scandal that happened during the King's meeting, let Joslan be the main culprit. He and Lieble plotted behind him and attacked the church. I blame it, I kill the two of them, and I give my neck to the royal family. At the same time, if it turns out on the table why Lieble went on such an outrage, if we correct the original, the reorganization of the Wang Capital, that is, Gaius's lapse, the scenario of saying so. Wouldn't that be great? I am even more born, and my lords rejoice"

At the time I'm telling myself this, I know this man isn't willing to let himself live.

"It's the snakes who should be on guard, but if we keep the mansion so tight, we can come in. All we have to do is send a report from the hidden corridor, and if we get it all done, it'll clear up and I'll get more status and the best art. Wouldn't that be great? It's an honor."

The mad smile is sticking. I can't get a word out of this guy.

"Come on, it's time to start working. It's all right, you're going to have to get all fucked up. It's also a beautiful decoration page in the middle of art."

There is no point in the distorted, such as reason.

"Sir Valerie, there's an emergency report!

"... excerpt. No, no, no, no, no!

Valerie shows frustration similar to intent to kill.

"If it was a boring matter, I'd kill you."

The way Valerie looks when she hears the report through the door as she rages, changes the way she sees it. He went from fierce to stunned, and gradually blued. Something happened that even blew the madness.

Misha doesn't know what it is.

"Stop eating at all costs. Fine, definitely stay away from my study. Get out of here! Shit, I've got a report to write... I need to get it back and get this girl out of here."

A suddenly changing situation. As far as Valerie with the blood running eyes is concerned, I don't know if it has turned out any better for Misha. I just don't have to die any more right now. Misha still didn't understand why.

"Just get up. You're kidding, you scumbags. Who do you think I am? Hundred generals, sequence eighteen, this is Valerie. All of them are men to the left and right of the king. That's what keeps exotic scumbags out of the way. I'm still ahead of you."

Pull Misha over and Valerie leaves the basement. The important thing is to retrieve the report, and to get Misha, a church official, out of the mansion once and for all. If I had her here, I wouldn't be able to push that noise against Joslan. He will be considered the main culprit and will also be removed from the ladder from the Lord. Instead of a birth race, sinners when they do poorly. That does not tolerate his pride.