Tower of Karma

"Long time no see. Still a terrible face."

"... what can I do for you?

I've lived to deny that day. It was a life to destroy society, the world. It took away even one person, and for that choice the destroyer himself was the status and the lightning in front of the wind. I don't think everything will work out the way I want it to. But just for a little while, I thought so.

"I can't save one at the end of my madness, I stand flat. Where nothing can be done, nothing changes. Think of it like me."

If I had grown up correctly and upright, there would have been such a 'if' in front of me. With a bitter laugh, youth Al stares at William.

"Say anything. It's all ruined because of you. The things I've built, the status, the trust, everything I've built, disappear when I poke Garias. There's nothing left for me anymore."

"Really? I think I've got the most important thing left."

"Ha, you mean Claude? Are you nuts? One kid, what's it worth? I'll make it worth it. If that makes me worthless, I'm just a kid."

"No, no. The way he and she are, is. You've seen it too, haven't you? That's pro bono love. Protected and showed the beloved with one of them. I think that's the most important thing for us."

"Bullshit. That woman just couldn't stand loneliness. He made a pseudo-family to delude himself and died mistakenly thinking it was true. Stupid, woman."

"If both sides think that's true, I think that's true. No matter how objectively wrong you are, there lies the real thing. Stop distracting yourself, you must have noticed by now. [M] 'Cause you... you've seen a lot. With those eyes."

Dark-haired Al. William with white hair. A vision that floats in the two of us. A woman who smells of sunflowers giving her life without hesitation at her own will. A spirited martyr of love who came all the way to a distant exotic country in search of the one he loved, and pierced it.

Stupid, unreasonable, unreasonable.

"That's not all then. We didn't want to see it. Maybe he who cut it off with a blade of malice, he who ate it with fangs of madness, among them, could have had something similar. I might not have. I don't know that. 'Cause you do, don't you? Because we haven't seen it."

"It doesn't make sense. It's not logical. A person's relationship consists only of an interest. That's the kind of person who cares about intelligent life. It's just a little more complicated than a beast, because it's the same beast, so I..."

"I think the beast has something beyond reason, too. In the first place, that's what we started with, right? It's the beginning of being deprived of your sister. But if you're going to talk reason, just Vlad, no, let's keep Helga in too. These two should have been enough. But we wanted more than that."

"... it"

"I looked for something to match my sister's weight. I thought revenge would be served for the first time after destroying it. But that's not there yet. Not even a sign of being found. That's not rational."

The two of them are one body, with its eyes, and have seen many. Enemy called vague world initially held. The aim was uniquely to shield the vertices that make up society. I was forced to screw into the equation that was vengeance, and kept moving on with madness.

"Maybe there's something in everyone's mind that goes beyond reason. Except for us, she, the nobleman, was born exotically, she was born with different values, and she was born at the same bottom as us. Born is no longer an excuse. Sweetness is not tolerated. The time has come to face it."

William's appearance is distorted. Since when, I just gave myself up to madness and began to feel painful to crawl up. What made you feel heavy about stepping on someone and climbing to the top? Still unobstructed, I ran through trying not to think.

Because if you think about it, if you look straight at it, it breaks.

"The work we have built is expensive and endless. Assuming there was' light 'there, it's still sinful. It's heavy, it's tough, it's painful. But let's get this far."

I don't feel I can stand it.

"Don't turn away. We have to think about it. The time has come to do so. What did you do that for? Did you take it from people? We chose that path to destroy the world. I don't think it's a mistake in itself. Even you would, wouldn't you? This world is really, really not right and beautiful. God who made a world like this is a douchebag. It's no different there."

Still, the self in front of me proposes to do so. Trying to carry my own load and head down a difficult road. Because I understand that it is redemption and that it is the only way to be saved.

"So destroy it. It's our favorite logical conclusion. Good place to go. From now on, let's think ahead. Before you destroy the world, what do you create? It's worth the sacrifice to that point. What will it produce? Let's think together. Spend the rest of your life, let's do it. 'Cause we'd have been saved by them, wouldn't we?

"... oh, I know. I knew it."

possibility they showed. Solution proved by risking your life. When reason alone did not turn the world, the proof gave both of us hope. I was wondering if it wasn't just the phantoms in me, maybe my real sister loved herself too. For some reason, I had a purpose, and for that reason I had room to hope that I had jumped into a tiger hole alone away from myself.

People are ugly and purposeful and whisper their pussies behind their love in front of the building. It's all for me. Love is even for that matter. I've lived with that in mind. Assuming that was the case, it turned into Shura. But if there is any possibility there, if a man is beautiful and has an aspect beyond reason, then there is' light 'everywhere. Very small, like flying if you blow, little' light '.

But this is the sign.

"That's endless."

"I don't know what to do."

"Still."

"If that's all you've got."

"" Just do it ""

One light that shines faintly. Reach out, people, it's far away. This pile doesn't arrive as if. How many, dozens, hundreds, thousands, trillions, billions you are, and still far away. But it's the only way. If there was a 'it' among those who took it...

I just have to go there. No matter what means you use, dye your hands more harsh than you do now, viciously or viciously, just keep reaching out. I won't give up. Because that's denying everything that's ever happened.

Don't block my way.

Thus the man now stands at the top of the tower once. Build up your body and tower your business.

"Go for it."

The man reaches out to heaven. One star that shines faintly. It was born by their proof, a sign. Reaching far beyond, the man thinks. How can I reach there and how can I lead people that far? Think about it. Keep thinking.

Until the day William Lewis died.

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At that moment, the world was repainted, albeit momentarily.

…………

El Sid Campeador stripping his eyes in amazement. Just for a moment, momentarily, but it definitely was there. The feeling that you will be dismissed. A monster who continued to reign in the world for half a century, three were blown together. To its newness, El Sid trembles.

"Well, you're the next El,"

It was a complex expression, but there was a slightly relieved look on its face. It's in the other person's hands to guess what's in it.

Welkingetrics smiles quietly. A twist of an era that should never be welcomed for itself, a new breeze. But the other, not just one protector, but a hero, a strider, welcomed the arrival of it.

"The age of heroes is over, the age of men, is coming"

Then the hero king realizes that he is the heavenly destiny, that he will never be long.

Strakles stood in front of Trembling Eving and Ernst holding it. Whatever the flow, I stop and destroy it. The guardian of black gold, the most powerful general, himself betting everything to stop this flow, protect it and connect it to the next is his mission.

The fate of the Great General, given by his predecessors and connected by historical pulses.

The three giant stars hold each of their readiness in their hearts and hunch their arrival.

For a moment, the battlefield to be heated stopped. Warriors to stop, as if they had been ice pickled.

"... what's this, uh, unexplained feeling?"

"Focus, Daltanian! Coming, coming... not coming, huh?

Two of Nedeluxe's strongest and Garias' biggest forces were engaged in a tremendous fierce battle, two on one. But even that, for a moment, the mysterious atmosphere interrupted the concentration.

"Gi, y"

That's the same thing as Reaper. Rather, Reaper is clearly more interrupted. The gaze was directed at the atmosphere that covered all heaven, its source. Overflowing hostility and faint fear.

"... did I get pulled?

Rudolph, the Son of God, was the man who had spurred the expansion so far. Something happened, something was born. As a result, I was about to be taken. It seemed so big and so far away that the weather luck that I was sure was absolute felt so small.

Distracted enough. Rudolph bites his teeth.

Because I thought the world told me it wasn't you.

Apollonia was at the heart of the source, in unlimited proximity. She understands why she came here. I welcome this as an impeccable enemy of my own, precisely the emergence of a good enemy, but not the usual grin. I'm not laughing at the back of my eyes.

She understood. at the bottom of the bottom she herself does not know. It's a long way from knowing that.

It was Wolfe who was closest to the source. The moment I tried to chase Valerie running away for somewhere, I was overwhelmed. The feeling of being forced to expand the distance you are looking at. And I know it because it's been expanded.

Now, for a moment, the place where he was was was already beyond his reach.

View to deny. Hard to wipe chills.

But the wolf did not deny it. This Ulterior is now home to monsters from all over the world. In it, he showed the colors through. In an instant, even the Innovation King and the three giant stars were smeared to show.

"... I think it's a coincidence. It's too flashy."

Without seriously trying to gauge the difference, the wolf, who had just been in pain, carved it in. Any good enemy you admit will eventually reach the realm of today. Then the wolf wonders what he should do, whether he should follow his back in the same way, whether he should aim for another place.

Sometimes the King's Council was interrupted in Gallo Romanes, where many royal aristocrats gathered. How many human beings in them could have perceived this finesse? How many could have felt this change?

Carl thinks. What a cold thing to do with this. How isolated this atmosphere is from the rest of it. I can't ignore it because I see it. He gave himself a lot. That's it. We're not friends. If you don't give yourself something, too - you can't call it a reciprocal relationship.

So he gets ready.

Airhardt was also one of those who felt it. Still, a flash of events. I was never caught up. But the birth advantage is already being filled. Arcadia, so it's my realm, so I'm just being suppressed.

Already other countries' ratings - think so, they come out. It really falls from the gap in the mask, from the gap in the persona called the Second Prince.

Felix peeks at it sideways. Who, how, he doesn't feel. But my belly brother, who was too good at it, has that look on his face. It's a very pleasant thing, and I think it's a pleasure to be funny to myself, man.

Eleonora didn't feel it either. Still got a heartbeat. Such a thin feeling that something has gone far. She didn't know what it was, who it was, that far. She wasn't the only one who knew.

But I also saw the 'that guy' interest move faintly, so she understood whose thing it was and what kind of chest noise this was.

Here again, a crack was engraved on the mask. though small and faint.

Let Gaius laugh. Let's not return the ghost that stands next to us, let's go.

"The rest of the stuff you truly want is always far away. The Virgin gave up. Both the giants gave up their own way of winning. Again, you want me to give up? The rest is not tolerable enough."

'The world is always unreasonable. Still, Gaius, you give up badly, so I guess you'll resist. As I have always done. Then we should do so until the day we die. "

"Yes, I do. The rest, I'm not giving up yet. I have hands. I still have the lead. The last one, if you get the rest, you won't be punished. It's no longer just one thing. I want tomorrow."

I just felt 'Tomorrow'. The man who culminated it greeted.

I no longer want anything else.

Therefore, the Innovation King turns into a ghost.

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William let go of the zero-flowing warmth and stood up.

There is only one thing to do. Live channels were thin and too weak, but still do what I need to do now to welcome tomorrow.

"Claude, you protect her. Bring him back to his family."

"Higu, but it's me, it's me, Misha."

"Don't waste her love. You must be rewarded. Thanks to her, you can live tomorrow. That weight, you'd know it now."

William walks out.

"I can't hold you alone. Bite that helplessness. Then you have to figure out what to do. You would understand. Something to do."

The eyes are cold and do not show any color. That expression doesn't enlighten one thing.

"I'm sorry, but your revenge, I'll eat it. You live for what you are. That's what she wants."

A zero degree eye only looks at what needs to be done.

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Valerie went to her own study and lit her place on fire. Not because of madness. He was barometric in her gaze and even lost his madness. All that remained was a slight desire for survival. Only my own personal protection. Dispose of it therefore. Per this mansion. It leaves no slight trace.

The most important documents have already burned, and this study itself will soon burn.

And myself - all you have to do is run away from this hidden passage.

That ends it all.

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Wolfe discovered Claude struggling badly to bring out the body. Cry for your helplessness, but do whatever it takes to get her home. The will has allowed it to exceed its limits several times and, nevertheless, only a small distance has been advanced.

"Hey, kid. You want me to help you?

The hand of someone else who would have absolutely rejected it if it were my old self. Even now that I've lost a lot of things, I'm sure I'll hesitate when I get into the same situation. Because you have to admit to take this hand. I can't protect important things myself, he said. That is a very courageous decision.

"... I don't know what to do."

Dropping his nose, Claude drowned his head. To that courage, Wolfe strokes his head. I'm sure this boy will be strong. There is a vessel the size of which can be abandoned with courage, unlike ourselves, after loss, just like ourselves.

"Shh, shh. I owe you one, Claude."

Wolfe walked out with both of them in her arms.

In the opposite direction from where William was headed.

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The moment I walked into the hidden aisle, I heard someone else entering this study. It's too early if you're an 'enemy' who doesn't know the structure of this building, who doesn't know where the study is. 'Snake' if so, or Valerie thinks. Either way, you can't move now.

Either way, thin doors, the back is hidden on a bookshelf, but if you make a noise, you might notice. Then all you have to do is wait for the 'enemy' to leave without moving. A room that at first glance has no discomfort whatsoever, the place is already sprinkled with flames. If it were normal, it would take time to find it and possibly get to this passage. Now, a fire situation. In such a short time, I thought there was something here, hidden doors, finding this passageway, etc.

"He's a nobleman."

Cold words pierced Valerie. Simultaneously with the sound of the bookshelf moving, the door opens and my hand reaches out. He was pulled back into the study by force before expressing his surprise. In front of you is William Lewius. I don't see any emotions in that eye.

Only the cold was there.

"Hey, why?

"When I say bookshelves, it quickly builds dust. Even after cleaning quite often. Only the moving parts come up, if you stare a little."

Valerie was looking at the man in front of her with incredible thoughts. In searching for a hidden passage even if it is not a 'snake', it is fundamental to look at the part that said so. But that's when we have time. Now, the study itself is already sprinkled with flames, making it impossible to find it calmly.

"There is a stream of air, a breath pushed to death, a heart sound, any element"

Lie or true, for the first time, William distorts his faceless expression and shapes his grin.

"Ma, wait. Here we go, surrender. It was my fault. Let's hit our hands here. This fight was set up from me, not a single hit from me, and it was me who lost, okay? This will not make you guilty. I lose everything, but everything is a species of life."

"It's a fascinating suggestion. But if you do, how can I be sure? In writing, where I pressed my blood sentence, it would be pointless if it were repeated later. This is your nest, Garias. You're only gonna get drunk, right?

Valerie's grin rocks. Exactly as William pointed out, he was going to get through this place with a 'lie' to overturn everything. Even if it was certain that my reputation would fall, I was going to shallow that wound as much as I could and rub it against William as much as I could.

William also discerns the shallowness.

William returned the bookshelf exactly to its original condition and slapped Valerie. And with that back in his foot, he pushes it against a bookshelf with a concealed passage in his back.

"What imitation!? What the hell are you thinking?

"I'm not asking for an acquittal to be impossible. Tell a story that's convenient to me, out of my mouth, after a little less sin. You don't need two mouths at that point, do you?

"... are you going to kill me? If you do that, you..."

"What are you talking about? You die here. With your own hands, shallow. It would have been difficult to move this place with your lost hands, wouldn't it? Yes, after a single hit, you get here, you set the room on fire by madness, and you die sprinkled in flames in front of a hidden passage. It was a shame. I could have survived in one more step. Your men have turned you into so unharmed, you die trying to escape shallow by yourself. That's the scenario."

"Ya, help me. Do anything. I swear, I swear..."

"So I'm telling you, if you're alive, you can't, right? I don't know, Sir Valerie. You die. That's the big premise. Rather, that's what matters to me from there. The heart of the flame, on an already burnt desk, huh? If so, the first thing I burned was a seal or something, just a little knowing it was there, no. You can even use it for bluffs."

There was already no sign of Valerie in William's eyes. Even though I'm in front of you, and you're the one who took that girl, this guy doesn't even have a single lack of interest in him. A man named Valerie died in his own hands, this man came here only to create that fact.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Fire passes the bookshelves, the books, and burns the man's cheeks. The fire is getting closer and closer to the man.

"... it's too late. Negotiations are concluded for the first time with mutual bills. I'm sorry, but I don't have a hand, either, just like you don't have a hand. Live channels are thin, and still, we have to do it. Catch me, the existence of me, with all your might, and slap Garias. That's all I got."

William, let's go. Too thin a live path. Still have to do it.

"Woohoo, but if, if. If you have any hand tags, you should cut them early."

"There is! Yes, I do! Because there is, Tamu!

"Okay. Negotiations are in place. Let's do it briefly. First, give me your husband's information."

"Oh, oh, oh"

He spoke a lot in a short time. Things that become weapons, things that don't, lots of them.

The man who said Valerie aspired to be a knight, turned into a dream-breaking power runner and a corrupt, and finally a true loser who pleaded for his life. After squeezing everything out, William remained smiling, sprinkled by flames and kicked the man into the bookshelf, stomping, holding him down and ending his life.

After a pathetic, unbroken story...

Because, as I said at the beginning, one mouth is enough.