Tower of Karma

That night, the Nederks army, led by a group of black mercenaries who took the form of chasing Arcadia, was resting their bodies in the night camp. The flow of attack from the ambush was brilliant, but the depletion of allied forces was also intense. We need to strike after tomorrow as well. This is where you should rest.

"Ooh, wolfie."

Nika was sitting on a tree, letting her legs hang out. I don't have to worry about the color of the emotions that live in my eyes, but still it's the maiden heart that bothers me? Anatol, who deposits his body in the trunk of the tree, meditated his eyes and awaited the return of the Lord. Ulysses is asleep all the time. Your child's bedtime was faster than anyone else's.

"Wolf's was strong, wasn't he?

Nika felt a difference in my power. Though it wasn't Wolfe's overwhelming victory in all of them, I felt like I wouldn't lose. The same is true of Anatole and Ulysses in that regard.

"Yeah, but they're dead, too, absolutely not."

Humans are ahead of the limit, as Euwayne stopped El Sid, even if my battle power differential is huge. Life risking behavior requires correction.

I think Wolfe wants to be that.

"... right"

The two of them did the darkness of silence, their eyes ahead.

A hint of light in the direction of Spirce. Getting a little closer. That slowly and steadily softened the look on Nika's face. Black, red and blue armor, the arrival of the main unit led by Wolfe, who was waiting in the front.

"You kept me waiting, Nika, Anatole"

"Oh, come on, you idiot. It's not a hassle."

The Wolves' appearance was more lame than expected. And the number of people is lower than expected. It's easy to imagine there was a death fight. Wolfe pounded her cheeks in embarrassment.

"All together, he's crazy to death. That's the Admiral and his neighbors. It's like this with all the difference in numbers and your ass covered tightly."

However, their expressions are still sunny, probably because they achieved their purpose after a death fight. Throw down the body of the man Wolf's men were carrying. That 's--

"He seemed strong enough to crush General Sword's death."

It was Bernhardt's body. Staggered wounds running to the body are proof of Wolfe's fangs. Still other men flip the bags and roll out the clutter are all the famous Bernhardt sidekicks. He was just a brave man who learned Osvalt's sword.

"If you're normal, you can almost bury him with respect, but I can't afford this one right now. If I could, I'd like to decide on a battle by the time I get to Browstat. We don't have a choice of means. Use this to provoke tomorrow. Just gently prepare."

There's no clue to the battle, and I won't. Wolff himself knew best that he was not in a position to do so. Beyond a painful defeat. I learned about the rival's leap forward at the King's Council. The difference between a man who was offered a broken seat by Gaius and a man who was not even invited by Gaius. It can't be clueless. My standing is not such an easy place.

"Be polite where you can't see it. If you die, brothers, it won't hurt you to treat them kindly."

Wolfe stretches out and snarls her neck.

"Uh, Shindo. I think I'll eat and sleep."

Wolfe gave his Bernhardt opponent a force close to his current full strength. Looks like you can afford it, but there should be considerable physical and mental fatigue. I would stand around unhindered by the pursuit from tomorrow, but I also doubt I could have made it here a while ago.

"Tomorrow is the real deal, the sweep fight. Get some rest. I'll use my strength."

Wolfe was sarcastic. Before we crossed the winter, we were hit by a sweep of hell. We're going to do it ourselves. What a coincidence of fate.

Because it's our turn to make hell next.

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It was not until quite a few days after the loss of Bernhardt that reports of Bernhardt's death and the participation of the Black Mercenaries were communicated to Arcadia itself. A tragedy that happened quite a distance apart from Browstat. The time lag of transmission and the shock after transmission consisted in spreading large ripples over Arcadia.

The people, who were happy to float in the reward of taking Marslan away, are knocked down to the bottom overnight. While the people are pessimistic about the fall of the Admiral following Kaspar,

"- This civilian ascent! We can't send reinforcements beyond this period? Don't be silly!"

There was also a bustle of storms at an army meeting where the king also handed it over.

"Please calm down. Lord Herbert. The situation has not changed since the previous meeting. Laconia is still on strict alert. You can call in reinforcements."

"Things haven't changed. So!? You lost our general! Losing First Army General Bernhardt and doing nothing is chivalry!? So don't worry about the White Knight."

"I don't remember asking for a name. Whatever you call me, I'm not in a situation where I can tolerate the stupidity of moving my country in chivalry right now. Anyway, I want you all to calm down."

Herbert's eyes with a rough nose were seriously showing anger at this situation. I guess I admired my father so much. Maybe it was the life my father wanted to recognize. If Bernhardt had survived and been able to face him firmly, fate could have been greatly transformed.

"Not splitting reinforcements means renouncing everything in Browstat. The power, the money spent on the land, the bridge under construction... I don't think that's acceptable."

The words of Rolf binding the Third Army echo. a low and calm voice, but therefore felt a strong will not to retreat on this matter. There's no way Gardner's loyalists would allow Hilda to make the decision to abandon him.

"Please wait. I've already hit my hand. If you can't make it, you can give me a browstat. It's easier to bounce back and forth from there than from across the river."

Dozens of objections fly to the floor. Discussion of victory is easy. But it's very difficult to argue where to divide defeat. Besides, the situation is very difficult. I still don't see Strakles in Laconia, but it's not strange whenever he shows up, and the estimates are higher that he shows up but can't be prevented by the last existing force. The opponents will also come up with a force closer to their total strength than Strakles would put out on Laconia.

If Laconia is pulled out, he will be attacked again as far as Oldengard. Reinforcements to Browstat will never make it there.

They also had their own positions, and in the end nothing was to be decided on this day.

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The most surprising thing about Carl's arrival at Browstat was Bernhardt's death. Carl remembers the intricate look William gave him. And I cursed my optimism that I had accompanied the King's Council to see the world.

Grief, mourning and regret need to be set aside now. Carl slapped him in the face, tempered him, and gathered information from those who remained.

"The division chiefs are not back yet"

that Gilberto and the others had not yet returned,

"Rumor has it, you want to stay in Hohen Stadt and fight back?"

We have information that Gilberto and others are daring to fight the defense using fortifications dropped in the middle of the invasion, without returning to Browstat. I heard that. Carl looks up to heaven and scratches until he squeaks his head.

"You're going to kill a soldier because of me."

My men were watching Carl with their gazed eyes. This is the first time Carl has shown so much anger. A man who didn't even show anger at his enemies when he heard Bernhardt's news is showing unprecedented anger at the actions Gilberto would have taken.

"Get a quick horse ready! I don't mind some danger. I'll be on my way in the shortest."

The enthusiasm that dwells in Carl's eyes, the anger that dwells in his clenched fist...

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William was on his way home after a series of barren meetings. Days have passed since the information reached here. Limits are close. I don't even know if I'm safely retreating to Browstat in the first place. The situation was on the other hand worse.

"... have you lost your bet"

William looks at the mountains that are visible in the distance. And I sighed. The walk with a view to the south quickly takes you to your destination. Hope none of them do. William sighed again that the odds were still no match for luck.

We're home now.

The moment I hit my home door knocker twice and tried to knock on it for the third time,

"Welcome back, dear! It was Marianne's day!

Marianne jumped in with William's chest open. William was about to groan at the momentum of his childhood. Exactly when I turn my eyes to scold you, I lose my voice to a very, very happy grin.

My sister's girlfriend, quite troublesome qualities, William thinks.

"What did you help me with?

"Dinner! Marianne, salted"

(Pay attention to salting. Probably...... soggy)

As William distorted his face in anticipation of the future after a while, Marianne swelled her cheeks as she looked.

"This is where I praise you."

I let go of my words to force them to compliment me. Marianne grew up in very cash. As for William, it's not like I knew how this daughter would grow up, but I could easily imagine that her future husband would probably be distressed.

"All right, all right, that's hard. If you're doing well, I'll give you more credit."

A certainty that it has never been done well.

"Kanpei is just fine. I'm not smudged."

I didn't taste it. The fact makes the result easy to imagine.

I'm not saying that's perfect, you little shit.

I'm gonna hold Marianne while she hits her cheek, William. A little silence descends after a delightful whisper of "Yikes". William came up with a small question mark about how Marianne had changed.

"... hey there"

"What is it, little one?

"I have the top of my grandmother. And Marianne..."

William dropped Marianne. Marianne with "Giffon" and buttcakes.

William looked back at the southern sky. At the top of the mountain...

"Victoria! I've got business. Getting home late. And... ask for help."

By the time Victoria was on the table, William had no shards. All that was left was a semi-crying Marianne.

"Marianne is not a chick!

Marianne, the roar of my soul disappeared empty into the spring sky.

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"No, I was twitching. Aren't you going to tell me how lucky I am?

Rheinberga imitates Rudolph. That was the word of thinking of the Lord without a smile even after listening to the victory report, but Rudolph did not glance at it.

"It's not equivalent yet. General Sword is definitely big, but Marslan is better off in the future. Then I need to have it piled up a little more. It doesn't fit the split."

There is no shaking in Rudolph's eyes.

"I was very lucky when it came to Wolff Chi. It happened to be the King's Council, so he spoke up, happened to be free, happened to recover his companion by Saint Lawrence, and this again happened to raise the neck of the General firmly, the cost of listening to Spirce's situation and going. Yeah, you're strong after all, he"

Rudolph makes a big stretch.

"Well, how far can you eat it? And how does the White Knight work?

Rudolph's tried grin floats in the dark.

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Carl arrived at Hohen Stadt at dusk. What I felt immediately upon arrival was the smell of intense blood. And a slightly incensed rotten odor tickles the nasal cavity. It is the smell of defeat. The sight that spreads to this occasion is exactly as it was then in Oldengard. Carl looked into his eyes and looked at them. I'm sorry I didn't know. Because they are also their own men.

"Or, Captain Carl! When did you get here?

Carl voiced by a young soldier. Carl turned his gaze to those who spoke and smiled. Carl knows about him. No, Carl knew everything about those who became his men. Of course there are differences between people. Still, Carl wanted to know as much about his men as he could.

When they die on their own orders, at least they have to remember them and reward their devotion, so...

The injured and exhausted soldiers who were laying face to Carl's appearance raise their faces. The fear of death that dwelled in those eyes, and the hope that the name Carl wanted it to be dispelled, had also been fulfilled.

Carl takes their gaze firmly.

"It was a while ago. Where's Gilberto more than that? I need to talk to you."

"Oh, I'll show you around!

Karl walked through Hohen Stadt's hell with a young soldier. I can't always make it before hell is born. The thing was teething, and Carl was clenching his fist. So much blood.

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"Excuse me."

Carl stepped into the center of the fort without even knocking, in a room filled by military dignitaries.

"Where do you think you are?"

"Don't talk. It's a division chief's order."

Carl slowly advances his legs. "Carl?" he ignores Hilda, who spoke out, retreating his men to a line of Osvalt genealogy surrounding a small round table, face to face with a man who shivers his eyes in its center and looks at the map.

"What are you doing?

"... Taylor? Nice going back. I'm thinking about the operation after tomorrow. Give me your wisdom, too."

I don't even try to keep an eye on Carl. I guess that's really all you think about. That's why...

"Okay, okay."

Carl kicked the round table. Suddenly, no one, not even Gilberto in front of me, is keeping up with his thoughts. Sewing that gap, Carl approached Gilberto and slammed the fist he had been gripping into Gilberto's cheek, his fist so clenched that the blood stirred.

"Crouch!?

Gilberto falls back making such a dull noise that I don't think Carl, the good guy, hit him. Gilberto sees Carl's face for the first time since Carl entered the room. I looked up, I looked down at the enthusiasm of that eye, and understood that the swirling spearhead of anger was me.

"Ki, you! What disrespect to Master Gilberto, no matter how many division heads he is of equal standing!

"Will you shut up for a second? I need to talk to Gilberto. I don't feel like wasting my time with you guys right now. Shut up, and back off."

There is usually no stranger to the warm curls on this occasion. And no one who knew this figure of Carl was on this occasion again.

"What imitation, Taylor?"

Carl sighed when he saw the color that dwelt in Gilberto's eyes.

"That's our dialogue, Gilberto. What are you doing in this fort? Speak in a language I can understand."

"Discuss your father's enemy. As you know, my father, 'General Sword' Bernhardt, has been debated. Without fulfilling that snowflake, what is Arcadia's sword!

"I knew I would fight my enemies. I think it's a natural emotion. But I still don't understand. Why is that Hohen Stadt?

Gilberto laughs at Carl's question with his nose.

"It will be decided because this place was the most robust of the forts dropped. If we take out the Black Wolf here, we will open the way to Spirce again. It is only by completing my first intentions and fulfilling my purpose that my father's indifference will be cleared."

Carl did his hand to the hips sword. Exactly. This also reacts Gilberto and reaches for his own sword. Carl and Gilberto, sword fights, etc. are visible.

"This isn't a fight, is it! Calm down!"

Hilda suppressed Carl's arm and stopped moving. It is anger that floats in Carl's face.

"Don't be ridiculous, little boy! I don't care how many men you involve in that tiny pride of yours!?

Carl's anger echoes.

"The barracks are also in the middle of an interrupted enemy country, and certainly Hohen Stadt is a good fort. But think about the situation. I don't know how to win. Pick up the Black Wolf? Without clear measures, lend your wisdom over this period? I can't even say a word."

Gilberto stood up. I let go of my hand from the sword, but its eyes are burning with hostility.

"You think it's tiny pride? Are you telling me that the death of my father, the First Army General of Arcadia, the 'General Sword' Bernhardt, is tiny? of Osvalt left by my father."

Carl swung through Hilda's restraint and grabbed Gilberto's chest.

"Don't talk any more. You don't deserve to stand above people right now. You'll kill a lot of people. [M] You didn't have to die. Your life disappears, too. I'm in command from here. [M] Better off without you now."

Carl takes his hand off the chest barn and takes his gaze off Gilberto.

"Hilda, use your men to find out how many people have been injured. I also ask for a distinction between the helpful and those who do not. I'm taking you all back to Browstat alive as I can!

Hilda nodded at Carl's decree and jumped out of the room. Carl also walks out of the room without giving Gilberto another glimpse. What was left was Gilberto and his surroundings. Gilberto growls. Unstoppable anger and unstoppable self-indulgence and unstoppable intercourse shouted all over the room.