Tower of Karma

William stands in front of a simple grave. Were you here first in front of me, or Sister Anne was interested in playing smoke with Pumpkin. Even before the grave, this punishment remained the same as usual. Sister of pleasure by making a wolf and passing smoke in the meantime.

"That was an unexpected candidate. Celine's guy was crying. He's a kid who does everything, and he's got a good amount of equipment, so he didn't think he'd get picked."

"She would be able to choose any future. Even if it doesn't stink and scratch, I'll do it pretty well. That's why I took it off the list. That's all I need."

"... cry, I was chewing on you. Chew. Girls often say they're premature, but they're early, so I sprayed them with smoke. To Claude."

"... you're a surprisingly hot type, with that"

"You're the type to fall in love with a nasty woman. Woe to you. Well, women are migratory. What a rare species is a one-way guy. There's not much in the world."

"I heard good things about that. Why don't we just wait to get bored?"

"But hey, this is another strange thing, there's a guy in the world who attracts that kind of stupidity. I don't know who said that, but hey."

Sister laughs nasty at Guerraggera. William was distorting his face.

"Thanks to you, I made my way."

Laying the pipe aside, Sister Anne bowed her head toward William.

"Put your face up. It was very different from what was originally planned. If you hadn't accepted, the time might have expired. It hurt not to be able to use my best connect anymore"

"Ha ha, hey, whether you are certain or not, even hands stained with the blood of your parents and brothers are hard to shake if interests match. And vice versa."

Church, rather a relay point for human trafficking, but William initially intended to ask Lydiane for a local backbone as he ran this place. But for some reason, he couldn't do it, and when he was looking for a replacement, what brought his hand up was Dominique de Lieble's son.

Sister was pleased with this, and it was yesterday that William began rebuilding the church with gold and Lieble gold that he bought the children and half.

"Donacian de Lieble. Still a teenager, it's a terrible talent to stand around cleverly and eat up all the parts of his father and Valerie."

"Tell that boy I gave up dreaming about you. It's easy to have an excellent ass for now. And then just a little bit. You should soak the kid in the sidelines. Uh-huh. The second act of my dream's hidden life. Really, this kid's an idiot, too. A little later, just a little, if something was different, I would have chosen as much of the future as I wanted."

"... failure to protect her is my weakness. I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it. Just for a moment, the woman we were just with. I guess he didn't even fuck you, huh?

"... it's in front of the grave, it's empty."

"Pathetic. It's decorative growing there. Damn...... well, it's good to remind you once in a while. So, enough. But remember her. Don't lay it on someone else. Invisible, Misha's daughter."

"Oh, I got it"

Sister put the pipe in her hand again for an interview.

"Nice day. It's a great day to travel."

"I'll raise those kids responsibly. It's up to them to be things, but I'm not going to waste my investment."

"I'm just buying people. You're not a parent, are you? You bought it. You can use it as you like. I guess that's business, huh?

Sister turning her back on William and spitting purple smoke. I also feel like peeking at what kind of expression sticks to her appearance of not trying to turn this way, but that's just what I call impeccable extremes. William also looks up at the sky quietly again.

"Hang on, those fucking kids, they didn't look good in their clothes at all."

"You seemed cramped. You'll have to be patient for a while. For once, it is possible that the royal companion will be seen. Kuck, but, oh, really, it didn't look good."

William laughs out too when he is caught laughing at Kerakera and Sister. I also think I heard another one about the two laughs, but that would be because of my mind.

Nevertheless, the day of the journey came.

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Galerius looks at the backs of those who leave Ulterior. Next door are my best friends, Daltanian and Boltose. It is a luxurious facial rash: the left arm of the king and king of Aquitania, the right arm. A short distance away, Garonne, the dragon killer, was polishing his love sword without me involved.

"Well, what do you think of the trial ahead?

Daltanian smiled bitterly, while Boltos silenced no comment.

"Well, is the answer hard? There will also be your position. But here is only Galerius, the prodigal prince who, like Gallonne, the war fool, had fled the battle. Can't you think of something like that? It is with understanding that you are saying that you cannot. On top of that,"

"... that's not a trial. It's just theatre. No one is telling the truth. None of them have revealed inside their bellies. That was really unpleasant."

Boltose exposes the heart. This is not how the White Knight works. All kinds of thoughts mixed in, and as a result, oh it just came to pass. If the White Knight hadn't stirred up the fire, that wouldn't have happened.

"I think El Sid was the only one who meant it."

"What do you think? Indeed, he is a pure samurai. But he's the one who put Elvira in Campeador, and he's the one who removed the seeds of the commotion on that spot. It's not a shallower bottom than we think, the man who says El Sid Campeador."

Galerius saw something at the bottom of the man saying El Sid. That would never be spoken of by that giant, but I felt like it, when he hit one play to curb the Innovation King's greed and the ambitions of the young Nova.

"I think I've been a big plus for Garias, whether it's theatre or not. Your Majesty's aim is not to grab their tail. That is trivial to His Majesty. The best nest is ourselves. A large group of people who assume themselves to be huge and mistake them for a treasure trove of talent. This time, His Majesty gained his righteousness. I got a reason to make a big difference."

"Even if the superpower brands are dirty, did you prioritize their location? InnovationKing-like differentiation of meritocracy. Because I don't even hate to get dirty."

"From the beginning, His Majesty thought, I should have done everything I could. Didn't you just take a detour? Not now."

Boltose is outraged. Straight forward. The two of us laugh bitterly at his opinion.

"The Wu King withdrew, and the Innovation King and the man later called became king. But at the beginning of his reign, at the most important time, he lost a battle of his own initiative. A predecessor general with a young strakless. And to the heroic king after he was still anonymous, yes. In the naval battle, pirates were also handicapped, he said. By doing so, the present king put up a rettel that he had no talent for battle. It would have taken a long time and a proven track record to pay."

"While we were building it up, their influence grew stronger. You can't be strong as the Innovation King if you can't use your power in politics or the economy, and you can't say it's a different field. Somehow I kept losing."

Hence the spread of the lesion. A book of martial law knitted by Salomon, a brilliant belly heart, by bitterness. What is now even called a military manual has also become ah. Innovative and pearl tactics set at the time. We bottomed up the average by making it widely known, but even talent that shouldn't have gone up used it to get results.

An undiminished hundred-seat chair. Undeserving talent for mistakenly coming up. Using them successfully, the raccoons let their influence fall into the army.

"But in this case the Innovation King got the hang of the change. The real deal would be after 'she' returns, but Innovation King would do it. At least get your hands on it, that's what I'm after."

"Well, it didn't seem to fulfill my primary aim,"

"I can't help it all. Try to end everything like that. That is what Turaan would have been filled with dozens, hundreds of corpses, and sea of blood. Also, the Innovation King was willing to run away. How did you plan to fit in?"

"... around one man, huh? That's not funny."

"It's true that greed came out with me when I saw him fish up the price. Build yourself, big deal. Ten, twenty years away. I even think about it at that young age. That fact alone is a coveted thing. It's a king's vessel. I can understand what the Innovation King wants as a successor."

Galerius, king of Aquitania. He rebuilds in a generation the ghosts of the past who were only glorious in the past, and a famous monarch who is a nation but keeps his national power up his right shoulder year after year. Because he's such a man, he understands the greed of the Innovation King.

I can entrust it to myself. Famous lord, your biggest problem is your successor. It is particularly difficult to retreat those who have been at the apex for a long time. Because I can do anything, it's quicker to do it myself, so time passes and I have to take turns.

I need a vessel to not be. Inject the experience of the Innovation King into an excellent vessel. I guess that's his last hope. Finally, the Innovation King found it. Give me the last shard you wanted. But it won't arrive again.

"Come on, how does the world work? They stand out here. They become the center of the storm. Can we shrink? Or crushed by the course of the times, or if you were a bystander, there would be no more interesting times. I was in a good position to enjoy it, really."

Galerius laughs bitterly. I sat in my current seat because no one was there. I did my best to tailor it to quite a country because no one would do it. But the original he was in nature to be irresponsibly running around the battlefield, and he thought casual mercenary living was the right fit for sex.

The problem is that no one, including my men and friends here, will know that's aptitude. They desire to be kings more than the samurai Galerius. It was a bit of a tragedy for him. Well, I'm not so worried.

Galerius was so stretched out.

"We have to live anyway. That's what counts, all the time."

The three of them look. A white country that leaves from the heights of Tulane.

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In the corner of Tularn, two knights stand.

"You want me to tell you the spear? Me, to you, huh?

"What else could it be? It was my immaturity that I didn't see your strength. I couldn't keep that reaper away. So..."

"No, but you and I are different now."

"- Ha!?

Stunning Rütes. Lambert laughs bitterly when he sees it.

"Even if you learn my spear, it's just a long way off. Well, I thought you knew, but, well, there was a lot going on. Still, I can't keep you away. I can't afford Garias so much right now in the first place. That's why..."

Lambert slaps Pong and Lütes on the shoulder.

"You are the 'disease' from today on. Experience in action as the head of 'Disease Wind'. Then I'll disappear from the view in less than three years. All you need is experience. You know, genius."

That, the weight I lived on my shoulder. And Lütes felt like he was about to be crushed.

"Me, do you think you can do it?

"If we can't do it, Garias will perish. Be patient with that intent. Hey, I'm not retiring, either, and you can ask me anything you want. Still, from today on, you are Lütes, the King's right leg, of the 'Wind'. No breasts, Lütes de Xalpina."

"... Yes!

Lambert leaving refreshed. Lütes, with the weight of his dwelling on his shoulders in his chest, decided to be ready.

And then a few minutes later,

"No breasts are sexual harassment."

It is for the record that the value of the rambal that was raging in her plummeted.

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"Ruthes became a disease."

"Aren't you a little loaded?

The twin knights were staring at the dignitaries of the nations who kept walking away from the shadows.

Behind the two, a snake-like man, Diace, sits there grinning bitterly.

"I thought yes, and you only did Eurydice disagree. Don't tell me this."

"Uh, I guess so."

Even if you acknowledge the strength of Lütes, you don't have to be Eurydice when it comes to his talent as a general to get a question mark. It is also not impossible to do so, especially if the memory of Lütes, who was exerting his power by being used, remains colorful, in her unit of "rapid thunder".

"Well, it looks like we're gonna start cleaning in earnest on this one, and the Hundred Generals are gonna change their necks pretty badly. Well, wouldn't it be a bad choice to have Lambert tighten up the middle and work out Lutes up there?

"Well, we think we're good too."

I just wanted to say it. They are like this all the time.

"If you will, Your Majesty will call me. I will go first."

"Another impossible challenge?

"Your Majesty, Momochan's a little too sweet for Diace, isn't she?"

The twin knights, two former 'snakes' constituents, were staring at Diace with worrying eyes.

"I look like a patriot, too. I can't say no when you ask me to."

"To the habit of not wanting to say no"

"Oh, come on, if you want."

I'm just gonna cut up the story and leave, Diace.

"What we're trying to say is,

"Diace is good on her right foot, no"

The voice will not reach anyone. I knew how much Diace had contributed to this country because it was a 'snake'. The table stage alone does not make up the stage. Behind the table stage. Is it a luxurious idea that you want me to crease out there?

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Gaius looked at the lower realm in a sarcastic manner. At the top of Tulane, alone in the heights where only the king can enter. Its loneliness is absolutely zero degrees, and it cannot even be approached by a hundred.

"Can the rest survive to the transformation of the world?

One king raises an inquiry in void. The space that no one is supposed to be in shakes.

"Hard. The strength of the curse is Arcadia, and that is distorted because of its composition. But we do not know where God dwells, Nedeluxe, the descendants of the mythical leftover Kaios, and above all, the expansion of the 'human'. 'Human' has become too strong 'so much that even God no longer inhibits it'

Even this ghost who presides over the darkness of Garias cannot know where he is. Gaius felt disappointed that he wasn't in it. I can't stand the funniest times.

I want to live.

'Everyone wishes so. And it's life that won't. My King.'

And the pneumonia went out. The remaining Gaius quietly closes his eyes.

"Only a few left, at least vividly"

The Innovation King opened his eyes thinly.