Tower of Karma

William came here and regained his cool. It is the irony inside that awakened by the sword of the enemy to be defeated. And at this point, the situation is so bad that it is no longer salvageable. Even in Arcadia, I can't say I'm a stone, and it's not strange what happens if I let this happen.

(Damn, I can't help it. I always put blood on my head and stick my feet in a predicament myself. It sucks, it's stupid. But I also don't feel bad)

I want Valerie in custody.

(What do we do with restraint? What's the point? Just strangle yourself. I won with one hit. Only God knows if he will. Sort of good, let's just make sure Misha's out of line)

Meaningless behavior and William abandoned Valerie, who had lost his will to fight. Once this hand type breaks, the rest will be as quiet as the cat I've borrowed. From the rule of thumb William took his gaze off the man. That's a sweet thought, proof left that it's not back to normal.

Above all, the lost eye of interest also determined the trauma of a knight, a man who was a knight. William couldn't have known that.

"Ngu!

Misha moans when she is moaned by monkeys. As soon as she leans her neck without knowing her intentions, William deplores her sweetness. To the beauty of the sword, I saw his chivalry. But it's a relic of the past. Now he's a dog of power, a pathetic running dog obsessed with power.

"... ugh!?

William looks at his abdomen in pain. Jiwari and seeping blood. Valerie had a little sword in her pocket. It's already too late when you sense pain. Unfortunately, Valerie, who had simply hit her body, could not be seen, and William was pushed out.

"Misha!"

"Wow, I'm not done yet! In swords, Kuhihi, swords, etc. are powerless before power. I, I get it. The right to win the sword!

Restrain Misha and attach a small sword to her neck. Valerie, let's go. Let's be exalted. I also lost the last remaining knight's possession. Totally broken. No matter what you do from here, 'they' will not turn their love to the martial officer who lost control.

It's just that the only consolation left to him is to take the victory that's rolling in front of him from the person who lost him. Pathetic, but definitely troublesome for William.

"Look at me! Me!

I don't know what to do. The man who ran mad. Move beyond the damage. I was the same until earlier. I snatched my dominant hand and taka enough. The calm we regained stopped us from doing more than that. To leave even a little room for excuse.

That calm turned out to be true.

"... let her go"

"Right. Is it still true? Do you love this girl, such a whore? Ku, Ku, it's a masterpiece, White Knight. This degree of beauty, the aristocracy has sesame seeds. I don't have any product or character, I don't like this business woman on purpose, Kuhiko, I don't like it. Well, you look great."

Misha reacts with fright. My gaze, swimming. William thought it was due to fear. This equilibrium, it won't last that long. Her swings must also be included in the calculations. She's an amateur, she shouldn't be used to this hand situation.

"Shut up, Valerie. I can kill you. If you don't want to die, let go of that girl. Without changing my mind."

"Then slash it. If there's anything I can do, nah."

William can't move. If he was not a big user, he would have had some hands to force him to break through. Feint with the gaze you've been doing, and if you were the one who remembers to be slightly hooked on it. The problem is this guy, he's a pretty good user in the first place, and he doesn't even eat fine dust on his cheap hands. There's nothing I can do about this.

"Now I'm going to testify against you without compromising your character. With a single hit, he said he lost his arm after a heavy battle. And drew his sword clean, saying he had martyred in chivalry. What do you say?"

"Whoo, that's not bad. Not bad. Not bad at all, but, uh, why? Not at all, this kind of thing doesn't feel like meeting that deal. Funny, why not? I think it's better to look at your skewed face right now."

Valerie is completely broken. I will never respond to a deal that serves William's interests. If this happens, the exercise of strength, the discussion, the crushing.

"If I kill this woman, what do you look like?

"... fuck you"

Valerie went mad. The man who was a knight continues to fall to the bottom of Nara.

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I've been overwhelmed. My legs were dull all the time when I saw an outrageous battle between a man to the point where he was stripped of his wallet, an opponent who thought so, defeated his enemy with tremendous strength, and a man who thought he was gentle and cool. Later, the ravaging play of the knights who showed up, the place was no longer too hot for the boy to step in. I can't even get close. I can't move my leg.

But that sight popped into my eyes.

How important people are being held. Look at the stuff you're poking at.

"Misha!"

The boy ran out. I didn't even come up with something. It's not like I thought I could do anything. Still, I couldn't help doing anything. He's a loved one. The sister of all those unconnected people who protected us all the time.

I want to repay you one day. Be strong, be a man with your chest up, and...

"... ho"

Pass next to Apollonia, which I was so scared of earlier and thought would stay away. A faintly pointed gaze, barometric by the pressure it had, but the boy let his teeth devour and pass beside it. It also passes in front of the knights who have already finished the killing.

"Don't be a good warrior, that boy."

The two of them, knights to the Apollonia crush, agree. Even incumbent warriors need a lot of guts to pass beside the hot queen they are now. Not even flickering at this tragedy, on the back of a boy rushing through for something, they saw a future knight.

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William could only hope to win by the passage of time. The degree of injury is deeper on the opponent, and this one is shallow. Immediately move if you show weakness, glare, standing glare, or gaps due to blood loss. Now he wasn't pointing his hand loose, he was willing to stop with a single blow.

(It would be nice if that bastard came, but there's no sign of him approaching. It's better to ask for a gap in your stomach than to expect reinforcements that don't come,)

It was already quiet inside and outside the mansion, and there was an obvious kata on it. I'm not surprised Wolfe came here.

(Misha also endures temperament. It's okay, it's that one that crushes first)

Focus on your opponent's behavior now anyway. Don't miss the slightest gap to settle.

"... good eye, white knight. Wait for my wear and tear, wait for me to collapse, I'll have to wait. Sadness, rush, good, show me more. Your weakness, all of it."

Valerie's madness, which created this situation, was also the reason why this equilibrium was being created. Even though it is you who will destroy yourself first if you remain like this, you dare to take the waiting maneuver. It would be a convenient situation for William.

(Probably, at the end of the day this guy stabs. You're willing to take it from me with your own defeat, aren't you? I think I love you. That's why I just keep waiting, with some haste, to my advantage one by one. If you are wearing out, even if you are forced to -)

Decreased opponent's health. By the time the opponent repeats, the movement should also be a little dull. If the degree of betting is somewhat strong, but it doesn't show a gap, the best hand in the current situation is that. Moves the moment the other person gets tired of his rushed face and tries to repeat everything.

"Show me more of that face. More, more... Hmm?

(What is this footstep? It's not him. It's a bummer.)

It's a convenient equilibrium, but if this footstep creates a gap -

"Who?

Blade approaching Misha. If the owner of this footstep was Wolf, he's probably going to stick it out the moment he checks his figure. The same applies to other warriors. Shitty move to this point in the first place, though it can't be a wolf.

"Let Misha go!

The identity of the footsteps. Seeing those who lay their swords, Valerie flashes. So much so that even William wondered why he was here. The stiffness of both, I mean...

"Yay clawdock!

It's nothing more than a gap. For a moment, with only a slight difference, William marked the lead.

"Damn!?

Valerie looks at the thing thrown and plays it with a small sword reflexively. It was William's sword, its sheath. The white knight puts up his sword and pierces it. Misha got as far away from Valerie as she could with the restraints removed. In this phase, it is amateur but well driven. Now the situation leaned towards William.

"I lost!

But Valerie was shaking it off. For those immersed in madness, there was no longer a normal ethic, and that was just a thing for him.

"Chi!

Valerie kicked it up with her own wrist, with her sword in her hand. Blindfolded by blood and physical attack by wrist and sword. The problem is blood, you can pay for your wrists and swords. But blood also becomes a little risky at the same time. William, the 'calm', hated the possibility of getting his eyes crushed.

Hence the retreat. While paying with a sword.

"I am ah!

Valerie rushed backwards without hesitation in search of new prey. The madness was directed at Claude. William was forced to make a choice here. Choice to chase, throw, or weigh the risks. On the other hand, no risk, but high estimates of not being able to make it. One risks losing his weapon.

It's not like when Marianne was there. The opponent's power. Risk, no. The balance leans, by calmness, the logical thought ejected. The best hand...

"Claude! Run!

If I could slow it down a step, two steps, a little bit, I could catch up.

But Claude's actions transcend William's imagination. Put up your sword, intercept posture.

"Kuhi, me too, it's something licked!

Valerie's face is distorted.

"Ohhhhhhhh!

Kid to the point of grabbing a little sword. The difference in power between him and me has an unbroken opening. I can't just bury my temper. No matter how you scratch, there's no way you can win. Still, the boy imagined. What should I do to win? How do you compete with the bills in your hands now?

Claude thought. And give yourself up to it.

"... be!?

Distract the opponent's sword from letting them escape.

That's one scale of talent. It just so happens, it worked. I guess that's the right thing to do as things stand. But it is also true that it is in extreme conditions that a person's nature comes out. And most importantly, in the eyes of a boy who doesn't even go old, the dream-breaking heartbroken knight saw tomorrow. I don't have it, tomorrow.

If, here, by any chance, she had slept with amateur swordsmanship, Valerie might not have chosen to leave the scene without perseverance. But it's too beautiful a trajectory, and even if it happens, as someone who's aiming for it...

"... kill. It's" me "!

It was an unforgivable reality. Anger enough to even smear madness. And a little envy.

Every emotion is flooded and dyed in one color. Intended to kill in black.

"Hih."

Knight's earnest. He would never have held this pressure together even during the full season. Directly, under the intent to kill eighteen places in the Garias sequence, Claude was made to understand his death. Gripping was a sword, losing control, and he was one more thing.

"Damn, in time -"

William also desperately pursues that back again. But it won't arrive.

The time Claude was born with a blow, a distraction. I cracked it in there and put it in...

"What?"

Blood dances. Only one without fangs on this occasion. Not knowing the art of fighting with nothing, still, she stood before the knight. In that one, take the knight's blow. The eye shoots the knight straight through Valerie. Absolutely, the thing behind you needs to be made to hurt. Will.

"... hey, what?

William didn't understand. That action is unlikely. 'Cause she's wearing nothing. There's no plan, no plan. You won't even have to think about it. It doesn't fit the bill. It can't be a good deal like this.

"... ku"

Valerie leaves the two of them to slip through as they are and runs away. I wasn't pressured. This is a strategic retreat, while telling yourself.

"Misha?"

Claude kneels. Reality sticks in front of you. My choice determined my future. It's completely different from the future you wanted, it's so cruel...

"... help now"

William squeezed out his voice. I don't even have to check it out. The protruding sword, the color of the blood spilling from it, is increasingly black, and to deduce from the stabbed spot, it is likely that it has damaged the gut. Just one blow, one stab, anything depending on where it's damaged.

"Can we talk?

William will remove the monkey. The sword doesn't pull out. If you pull it out, you just speed up the time of death.

"Hehe, we both look terrible. The man in the corner is ruined."

"Misha, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I couldn't do anything. I'm sorry."

She thinks of Claude everywhere she says she's fatally wounded, William. He strokes Claude's head with his trembling hands and even smiles.

"Why? There's no blood connection between you and Claude. No, even if there was, is that worth risking your life for? It's my life. Most importantly, where is the rationale for throwing it?"

William was aware that he was raising a stupid question. This is not a question to be asked now. Still, I did. I couldn't stand it. I really wanted to know. Why, why, for what?

"Because it's family. I finally got it, it's my family. My precious, treasure"

William trembled. The figure, the words, cannot help but recall. The phantom of my late sister. But I don't know her end. I don't know what she thought, what she held and died. I don't know anything, my real sister.

Maybe there was love as the word goes, but there's no way to be sure.

"All this time, because I was alone. I had company, but poor, hungry, sick, gone. It hurts, so I went back to being alone again. Sad, rusty, and then Sister bought me... children of the same condition, who couldn't help themselves, gathered together and laughed. You're gonna make a fortune out of this. I thought it was fucking Baba, but when I realized it, it was where it belonged."

Misha laughs as she remembers.

"If I lived desperately, I would have had many brothers and sisters. It was tough, but I was happy. Every day was warm, mixed, and I thought, good luck. That's all. That's enough for me."

There is no reason for me to give my life anywhere. It doesn't make sense. If so, this is wrong thinking. It's silly naive to say what fools think, what they think...

"It's natural for me to protect Claude. Because it's your sister."

Claude's whimpering increases the intensity.

"I don't know. I don't understand what you're saying."

"Really? But you cry, too. About me. It's, uh, it's just a little, I'm glad."

For the first time since he was told, William realized he was crying.

"Hey, it's getting cold. Hey, a lifetime favor, will you listen to me?

"Oh, if only I could."

"Holding, sigh"

William held Misha silently. There are endless tears flowing from its eyes. She looks at it on the side, and she sees the things that are there.

(After all, I'm not looking at me, I'm looking at someone else. Through me, far away. But this kind of replacement isn't bad, is it? 'Cause I can't beat those princesses for how they did it, but I'm sure, even William won't forget me. It's about a corner of my heart, it puts me down. Then I'm good enough with this. I can protect my brother, too, in the arms of whomever I want -)

The fever fades away. Whether you try to pick it up or spread your palms all over it, then it falls out. What did you become strong for, what did you gain knowledge for, and experience for?

I just can't save one person, what's a hero.

I can't do anything. I just didn't need this kind of strength to hold it. I sin so far, I lay evil and treason, and the things I get, everything I get, I turn them into ignorance.

"What am I doing for..."

The fever went away. In my arms, I disappeared. Everything dropped zero. I can do anything I want right now. Manipulate the battlefield the way you thought it would and get the results the way you thought. The battle, the business, everything was going well. I can do anything, I really thought so.

The result is now. Now that I've avoided the risk and carried things calmly, this is it. The training that had been built up, the effort, the knowledge, the experience, popped up this result. Then it's still pointless.

"I'm..."

My feet collapse. 'Myself' is swallowed up on my body. There was no point. I can't save every single person by doing all this. If you're unusual, you'd better be gone.

Fall. Fall. Fallen. Until the world of ignorance never returns.