Tower of Karma

It was when Carl finished all the instructions and finished preparing for tomorrow, when the moon was at the top of the heavens and the brightest world was enveloped in darkness. Under the moonlight, Carl was in the night breeze. What we wait for after tomorrow is an extension of hell, more cruel, more ruthless, and more gentle than anyone else. Today alone I decided to cut off dozens.

The weight of the decision rests on Carl.

"Tough."

A weak sound that I try never to throw up in public. It's this world where everyone falls asleep, so Carl can expose his weakness. You can show as much as you want your weakness as a samurai, but you can't show your weakness as a man more than being a general.

"Dumb, dumb, heh. This is where I got here just because of my luck. Was it a mistake that you came? The truth is, someone stronger should be coming up there, and I guess I'm taking away that person's potential by promoting him?

Carl thought the only part of him that was better than the others was' meeting '. If I hadn't met William in Laconia, I would have died there in the first place. If I hadn't learned from William, I wouldn't have even tried to remember the law of war or anything. I still don't think Gilberto or Hilda or myself, who never met them or was ever liked, were in this place.

"So I think it's a little different for me to look great. I'm the only one walking alone, and I don't think it would be the same to scorn everyone who just didn't have any luck. Don't forget. All of them could have been division chiefs, corps chiefs, and we just happened to be robbing them of their potential. I'm not using their lives. They're letting me use it. Don't take their dedication for granted."

Carl took his eyes off the beautifully arc-drawing moon. At the end of the shifting gaze, Gilberto, with a terrible face, stood alone. I don't know if they will one day. Maybe he was here by the time Carl got here.

"I know, I know. But how do you feel about me? I'm so proud of the house. I'm the hard one, Taylor. I wanted to talk to your father more. I wanted you to wear more archery. Until now my father has been busy, unable to speak or see me. Finally, I was able to meet and talk. Yet...... this isn't much then!?

Carl had never seen Gilberto's weakness before. Iron willed, unwavering samurai child. It's been like that since I was a kid. Everyone went for him and everyone gave up on becoming him. He looked strong. He was just a boy trying to be strong.

"Me too, my father's dead."

Gilberto's eyes are opened. The information didn't reach Browstat, the end of the west.

"I was so shocked that my father was ill that I wasn't informed until the end. It was slower than William, wasn't it? I mean, I hear William was faster than my brother... but in the end, I couldn't really talk to him until the end, and I have that regret. I was proud of my father, too. Just like you, my strong father looked so cool. But, you know, I don't care about that. Even if it's important to me."

Carl overlooks the view of Hohen Stadt, which stretches beneath his eyes. Now the Book of Darkness covers and hides everything. But many of them sleeping beneath it had injuries and a hell of a painting with dozens of unrepeatable people.

"We are generals. Even if it's done wrong, what more are we than done? I must enjoin them to fight and sometimes tell them to die. That's very heavy. Each of them has a family, and each of them has a history. The weight is so heavy that it scratches out about us personally."

Gilberto, on Carl's face. Carl stood up and saw his father on the day of his presence. I despised my family. But I powdered myself for my country. The look of my father. I was proud as a samurai and teethy as a family.

"Maybe me and you weigh differently against my father. But no matter how heavy it is, it's worth the weight of every soldier who died today. And I wonder how many soldiers died today. This battle that began with our decision, this battle that continues from your judgment, how dead in this. When I think about it, the more I scratch out my personal affairs, the more I get scared."

The appearance is covered. I'm sure all those who stand up, no, and those who should, have these thoughts. Heavy, deep, heavy pressure on people. It is easy to turn away from it. Like Gilberto did, it's a good story if you don't look at them. Many exchangers are sure to do so. Without looking down, maybe I won't try to widen my gaze. Because that's very hard. Because it's about transcending the realm of each person.

"But, you know, I think the price of carrying that weight is where it stands now. I can see it now. The best 'encounter' everyone has ever given me, thanks to that opportunity"

Here was the ideal desired by the true exchangers, those who should stand above, and those who are below. Think of the extremes of self-destructive devotion, the things that kill you but do for you. They look at that back and they are moved and do even more. To reward it - a positive chain, and also a chain of hell.

"I talked to a lot of people at the King's Council. I heard more than that. There were all kinds of people and although they didn't think as much as I do, everyone who carries out the same opinions was a masterpiece without exception. Beautiful Star The brightest star in the world of the Instant King's Conference. The beautiful stars I admire the most have the same roots, even though there are differences."

Carl's coveted star, Gilberto thinks it must be a white star. Whether the differences are large, small, or really the roots are the same, the question marks are endless. Still, it's true that Carl feels that way and has laid down a way of life that this should be the case. It is also true that I saw my father in that appearance.

"I'm going to live like this. At least not while you have men who believe in me as a general. Until they pull me down as a general I don't care about me."

Woohoo, what a beautiful and cruel way to live. It's crazy, even Gilberto, who ran wild and forgot me, thinks so. Is he a madman even if he should stand above people?

"You're crazy, Taylor."

Carl laughed. Smiling, sunny, pitiful...

"I think so too."

Carl laughed and showed it. Its strength was blinding, its own weakness miserable, and Gilberto's gone away again. The digits of readiness were different. I shouldn't stand on top. I'm sure Gilberto thinks he can't do this.

But even if you can't be,

"As you can see, I'm weak, but can I help you?

"Absolutely. You, swallowed by weakness, and you, who admitted weakness, are someone else. I think you're stronger than anyone. Let me show you the power of Arcadia's sword."

"Thanks...... I'll make sure it helps. Must be."

The burning anger disappeared from Gilberto's eyes. Of course there are some that are burning quietly. I'm sure that's something that won't go away. Discipline it and make it a driving force to further enhance yourself. Thus, for the first time, I can be a force for what I have ordained to be my Lord. I have to. Because I think that's the only payback for putting my body up, believing but hence bumping me, holding my anger against myself swallowed by weakness.

"Nevertheless, you were surprisingly powerful. Your cheeks are still tingling."

"That's how weak you were. You used to beat me back. Then I'll pass out in one shot."

"Oh, yeah"

Gilberto hit the gavel with all his thoughts. My old self wouldn't even have ears to listen to. He could have slashed it and thrown it away as a piece of shit for the weak. I shouldn't have dreamed of myself being weak.

(Not now)

Gilberto has changed. The trigger was Carl stopping and showing the lion weather that he couldn't even stop. That's where I was interested. I called out thinking that I had become a strong man, but Carl remained Carl, and that was what made me suffer so much from understanding. From there, as a subordinate, as a similarly qualified general, I've been watching Carl.

(The only thing I can be proud of is finding you. The certainty that I have identified you as the Lord is my pride. Oh yeah, finally, okay)

Gilberto has changed. From a brilliant sword that was just a shame that hid its weakness to a boneless sword that recognizes its weakness and aspires to height even muddy.

I'll be just a sword.

If the Lord is ahead of Himself, let Himself also exceed Himself. To reduce the weight of the Lord at all, to share and bear together. It's not the same way as the Lord, but it goes beyond itself.

Anger, sorrow, despair, hope, everything in your chest, becomes an unspeakable sword. It is not made up of a blade only to fight the enemy. I leave the sword to the Lord to wave ahead. Leave it to enough friends to entrust you with everything you believe in.

Gilberto has changed. And now I'm convinced.

As yet, Arcadia's sword is not broken. Not yet, I haven't lost.

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On that day the sky covered heaven with no clouds. The black wolf reaffirms the provocation with the corpse of the Admiral, who was too effective, the expectations of the Admiral Bernhardt, who can be deduced from his effects, and the strength of himself who brought it down.

"You don't have to. As long as you're there, there's no chance. I know it's important, but if you drown in stupidity to this point, the Admiral will die."

Hohen Stadt is not a bad fort. In fact, even Gilberto, who is not that good at defensive warfare, has never been able to protect it. It is the location that is bad. Situated halfway between Spirce and Browstat, this place was far too far from keeping the barracks. It's hard to say that even Browstat is more neat than the bridge is in the process of being built. In Hohen Stadt, isolation is equal to helplessness.

"I didn't grow up with these guys around my neck, but this is my job, too."

I will never lose again. That's what Wolfe swore. The sense of loss gained from losing a man who was an important friend, a teacher and his best men. It was the regret arising from it that gave the sweet wolf a thorough heart. I don't show any gaps. I don't even have to.

"I'll hunt you down again today. Of course I won't let it replenish. It's packed, Temeer et al."

There is no chronic heart for a cunning wolf.

"The formation was a horizontal formation with no ruse. I didn't know you were going to choose the field instead of coming to the fort. They're only leaving it to anger to target the captain's neck."

Anatol, who was on his way to reconnaissance, returned. The information I brought is very much the same as it was yesterday. Limits were coming. I was stuck in a fort for a few days, but probably beyond the limits, a battle of rupture.

"The atmosphere of the enemy is in some state of excitement. I'm more nervous than I was yesterday."

It acts like Nika smells like kun. Of course I'm not smelling it. It is like a routine for feeling the atmosphere.

"Well, don't be nervous. Today could be the day of my life."

There are no exterior walls of Hohen Stadt that were there until yesterday. State of stripping against wolf fangs.

"So do you want to do it? It's time for reinforcements from behind. Knock it off before then."

"It's better that way."

"Exactly."

Black mercenary regiment moves out.

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Tensions were running in the horizontal formation. As Carl ordered, he was showing nervousness about the secret without being willing to hide anything. You don't have to hide it, Carl said you should find out. The soldiers just believe it. Because of Carl's life like no other.

"Yeah, sounds good. Now I can fool you."

The Black Mercenaries moved out. The movement is the wolf itself, which preceded the prey. At Junmin, ruthless and incomparable, the behavior of the mighty is the very figure of Wolfe seen at the King's Council.

"It's so unnatural...... can I fool you with this?

Hilda sweated cold when she saw the heightened tension by the outspoken. I feel it even when I'm inside. A strong willingness to make it absolutely successful. This is like telling your enemies they have a plan.

"Where is it? It looks like a wind that has a similar vibe to the one that tells me I'm going to die anyway."

Carl smiled sorry.

"I'm not lying. But the smell disappears when you expose it without hiding it. If I thought about it from Gilberto's movements until the other day, I would definitely feel 'yes'. You don't know I'm there. If I hide it, I'll find out the other way around. That's good."

Carl knew Wolfe. If it's the most recent, the King's Council, in the mountains on the border on a distant day, I know Wolf. Take advantage of that advantage.

"I only have this first hand. Surviving this place has enormous consequences with one hand. This battle is also a battle to get away with the injured who can live, and it's an important battle to keep us alive."

Carl made 'Everybody' have a plan. Some of them are outrageous. conscience, some soaked in devotion. Still, Carl decided to do it. I'm not the one who can keep losing and running. Must be crushed somewhere.

We have to win here.

"Kill Wolf. With this one hand, I will finish off the Black Wolf"

Can Carl's prepared hand reach the wolf's throat? Will Wolfe eat the shield and cut it a thousand times for each decision? This battle is one in two.

"Well said. That's my prince."

Hilda snapped with a voice that she didn't hear in person. All Carl sees is victory. The rigour on its side would be what many battlefields grew up in. That is by no means inferior to a black wolf. This is not an offensive battle. It is a defensive, and hence a retreat.

"Big shield stand! Take it down!

It was the battle that the 'Invincible' Karl Ten, the Hundred, was best at.

The war begins. A victory in the midst of a defeat, can you grasp it?

It is Mount Tennoyama in a battle between life and death.