Tower of Karma

"No, it's a message from the White Knight."

Only Wolff and Rudolph remained on the spot as they finished the face-to-face meeting of everyone and each scattered. Wolf hits his hand as if he remembered. Rudolph letting down on his obsession. Because Wolfe's eyes were obviously laughing.

"I became the Legion Leader. Herbert, the new Admiral, will be protecting Browstat in the future."

For a moment, Rudolph's calculations to victory came together in his head. Herbert is not a bad general. But he's also not the one who can't win. I also feel like if I let him win to some extent and smash his head out, that's it.

But...

"... ah"

The thought disappears with dew. Wolfe laughed. The main shock you might have gotten if you hadn't checked. I have guessed, and therefore it forms a chain that binds itself.

"Ah, nigga! How highly self-esteemed are you!?

Rudolph laughed again, too. This is too terrible a measure. Measures that would not even have been activated without a white knight behind the opponent. I don't even know if I can call this a measure. It depends on what Rudolph thinks.

"What are you going to do, Mr. Aoyagi?

"... I'll think about it for a moment. But it's probably decided. I'm scared of him."

"Oh well. I think so."

Wolff is Rudolph's target for the White Knight. That 's--

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"King Gaius invited Lewius to his country," he said?

"So I gave you to the throne... are you kidding me?

Immediately after returning to the front on this side, Carl threw himself into the death battle. "Why did you keep quiet about such an important thing?" Even so, I didn't have time to say it, and I couldn't afford to say it.

"I see... if that happened, I can snort His Highness's movements too. It's a difficult situation for the White Knight. Now that I've made a frivolous recommendation, are you going to blame me for my ambition?"

"So I stand curly and cloud my tea, and I tummy until most of it cools down?

"You can always take the general's seat. Don't you need to hurry now? Arrogant, but that's the only way."

Gilberto and Hilda understood the situation. I guess the mysterious promotion that went down on Carl is just the way a lot of thoughts fit in. From Airhardt and other ruling layers, the White Knight's price tag is nothing short of helpful for Arcadia. It is impossible for Arcadia, the price tag put on by the Innovation King, to offer more than that.

"I'm William's..."

"I guess it's the counter. You're originally his superior officer, and the ostensibly white knight can't get his head up on Carl von Taylor. Because there's a public eye."

Lydiane just said something hard to say.

Whatever the relationship behind it, Carl and William are superiors and subordinates, aristocrats and inhumans, most of what they see as subordinate relationships. Assuming the two of them are hostile now, the whereabouts of righteousness will be named to Carl. The aristocrats will be on curls, and the public should be pushing curls.

With all his strength, William had pulled his leg and bore the extra handful. Shackles that say Taylor was born for using Taylor. The people in heaven are going to use this to contain William.

"I see why Carl was pushed. But I don't know why Browstat is taken from Carl. How much money do you think Taylor poured into this city? How much do you think Carl's done here?

Hilda has always been grumpy. In the absence of Carl, the part unrelated to Carl himself was evaluated and promoted. No one will be looking at Carl. Even if some watched, a lot of people rated William as a counter.

Neither the brilliance shown on this battlefield nor the bottom line shown in the retreat were reflected in this HR. Except as a suppression to the White Knight, a tenacious general whose role is all he wants.

"Even if I set aside the money, I still have my doubts about the option to say brother. My brother's strengths are the same bumps in the field as my father's. Strength is excellence in Father's concession, but defense is not on its own."

Gilberto himself experienced a bitter defeat. And in comparison to Herbert and myself, perhaps to the extent that Herbert is only slightly superior in overall strength. If you are attacked by a black wolf or something, a piece may follow you before you fill the outer moat.

"What if it's to make you pick up Herbert? I think it's coming through."

Gilberto and Hilda annoy Lydiane's remarks. Rolf flashed his face, and Carl also showed a certain understanding. This is a possible story if you are a white knight.

"Currently, William, who has become a proper Legion Leader, it will be his turn for the next general if things go well. I pushed Carl and Herbert forward with a bitter tactic, but I don't think they have a choice next. Therefore, if the corner falls, William, you will automatically rise."

Operation to have Herbert discussed with the Nederks after aiming for the next general. This seemed like a very white knight. Carl also has to snort. Nor would Carl's knowing William hesitate to trump a pawn named Herbert.

"But that would throw away the browstat we all protected because of it. That's what it means to cut the people entrusted with this land."

"You will. You mean the White Knight would tolerate that... subtle."

Yes, cut the herbelt, cut it off and replace it with its seat. Sounds like a very white knight. But will that monster tolerate that browstat will be taken in the process? Everyone's thoughts are stuck here. Cut the herbelt and offer the browstat. A compromise proposal that seems very white knightly and has no shards of white knightliness. Their thinking stays here.

They were getting to the answer. However, I see it differently. that he did not devour himself into the Admiral and waited for the next opportunity. That I dared to put Herbert on my browstat, not Carl. It all makes sense. All aim is at a single point.

This measure is a measure to seal Nedeluxe. Measures to seal it and keep it out of the way.

William was spreading a single large map on a desk with candle lights swinging. I am not absolutely confident in this measure. In the first place, it is impossible to say that there are more measures than there are opponents. It all depends on Aoyagi. But it is also true that this measure was almost definitive in William, who knew Aoyagi.

On the map there is a big bat mark across the river Roulya.

"Almost, almost"

William gazes at one point on the map. Nedeluxe sealed. Then there is only one aim. Blue Guiko flickers at himself, and if he doesn't like killing Herbert and playing a role in the promotion of the White Knight, this will narrow his aim.

It's not enough.

The aim of the White Knight is - a giant star in the blink of an eye.

It is to crush the black steel stars.

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To heal the wound, William returned to Arkas earlier. Because Nedeluxe had already stepped that he could not see the will to fight and that there would be no continuation of the act of war. At the same time Srlvia and Lydiane return. The defenses around the bridge had considerably quickened progress with the Lydiane differential, and as a result the work after this was to be exceptionally shortened.

The remaining curls also decided to leave Browstat after taking over from Herbert, who comes as a replacement. It was such a city that it had exhausted itself, but it would be light if it decided to leave.

"That's Herbert, the new general of the First Army. Who's your brother? I don't like the way you used to be."

The Carls had come all the way to the bridge to welcome Herbert-led troops to Browstat. The beginning of a heavy march, short pruned blonde hair very similar to Bernhardt, a stern face, and a sense of intimidation that overwhelms others.

Exactly to that parent. There is this child, the eldest brother of Osvalt.

"... don't tear it up. ……… do you like it, or not?"

Gilberto, slightly shocked by Hilda's remarks.

A group led by Bernhardt approaches.

"Welcome and hard work. Haven't you responded to a long war, old body, Lord Rolf?"

"It's no big deal if you compare it to the battlefield you ran through with Master Caspar, Lord Baldias and Lord Bernhardt."

"That era is over. I wanted to learn a little bit more about it."

"Lord Herbert will already be side by side with them."

Herbert spoke only to Rolf on this occasion, gazing at him. Others don't even gaze if it's not enough to take. Neither Carl, the same new general, nor Gilberto, the real brother, have an instant gaze.

"We're out of time, brother"

Gilberto dares step in there. The look on Herbert's face, who is bickering, solidified. The look changes inorganically when Rolf, who was the person in the conversation, is astonished. He turned his neck around and, for the first time on this occasion, Herbert saw Gilberto, his real brother.

"You surprise me. I've heard a lot from you. No, you can often stand on this spot flat. Whose fault do you think Osvalt's masters are dead? Whose weakness led to this? Why are you standing here alive without shame?

Too cold a word reward. Gilberto was clenching his fist and enduring the word.

I couldn't stand it.

"Gilberto was doing well. That it just didn't extend as a result of everyone's best efforts. I'm not talking about who's sorry."

It was Carl, who was next door. Well, Hilda, who's not going to be able to stand it in another way, is holding Rolf back from seeing it firmly. That's right, Heavy Minister, I knew how to handle 'storm'.

"... that's uncomfortable, you decorative general. How reciprocal can someone who has only a role to suppress that clever Inhuman be. There's been a mistake."

Against Gilberto and against Carl, Herbert did not have just one emotion. Trust is shaking off negatively. There's no point in saying anything about this.

"Still, I'm a Third Army General. Even the decorations are the same, don't get me wrong there."

Gilberto rounds his eyes in return for Carl. Hilda's anger was blowing away and she was falling back in love again. Herbert...

"Well, your mouth is a master. Then try to use your strength just to match that mouth. Then I'll admit to reciprocity. Admiral Carl von Taylor of decorations."

He was laughing funny. He seems to have liked the return. Apparently it's not so unreasonable besides Gilberto. I guess it's Osvalt for better or worse.

"I will refine it. Any guidance on Browstat?

"I'll leave it to you, including taking over. I don't need that stupid brother there. Don't get in my sight."

"Okay. Leave it to me and Mr. Rolf. You two, keep the troop on course."

Gilberto quietly consented, and Hilda nodded to his disapproval.

Carl and Rolf will lead the way and guide you to Browstat, at the end of the bridge fort. Gilberto's eyes dropping it off were too weak.

"Why are you so twisted?

"Other than me, I treat you the right way as Osvalt. I'm arrogant, but I have the power to match it, and I have the drill to match it. Strong and completed as a general. I'm a proud, admirable brother. Just like your father, it was my back."

Gilberto was looking at his fading brother's back. My back I kept staring at since I was a young child, my relationship with my brother who turned one time into a frontier. Still, I respect you, Gilberto says.

The face crippled Hilda.

"Then why are they treating you the wrong way?

Gilberto drops his gaze on Hilda's words. The face had a painful look on it.

"... I want to know. Long, long time ago."

Hilda can't step in any more. Perhaps beyond this is Osvalt's distortion, a problem that the famous family has. If you're going to step in, you need to be prepared for it, and Gilberto is an important friend to Hilda, but it wasn't the kind of relationship you'd step into. Carl, if you're dealing with me, I want you to step in, and it's a matter of stepping in. That's what the problem with the house is.

"Never mind. It's not a big deal now."

"Yes, I don't know. Well, tell me when you're tough. I'll give you a ride as long as I talk to you."

"I'm sorry. Well, let's get ready before Taylor gets back."

"Right. Let's just get back. Long time no see King's Capital, I'll stretch my wings!

Two people to switch. It's not a step-by-step pattern. Hilda with thoughts can't step in, and Gilberto, who knows that, isn't willing to let him step in again. But at the same time, you whisper to your weak self. Let them step in.

That way, I feel like I've been around since I was a little girl.

(Fool. Are you going to break everything? Don't be greedy. Just be it an unspeakable sword)

Gilberto bowed himself in his heart. Don't even think about it. It is only a clutter, and I am only impure to the sword. An emotion to cut off, a desire to spit away.

I was able to recognize it and calmly contain it.

(That's fine. I'm fine. I'm a sword.)

Sensitivity to be sharpened. Complete control still on the way. This time, the strength was conditional. Eventually, the second half of the battle was countered and dealt with by two or three special pawns at all times. Conversely, it would have kept two or three people down, but don't be content there.

If you can't pull some power even multi-on-one, it won't work in the battle ahead. That's all that matters. This is not the time to be confused by clutter. Nor should it be time to crack your head open on the issue of the house. Self-drilling, focus on that only.

That's what I need to do now.

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After William showed his face to the royal palace, he broke up with Schulvia and the others and went home. On the road, I felt a gaze resembling a strange one, but I can't afford to crack my thoughts where they are. The abdominal wounds don't even show signs of complete healing, and they still keep causing William. The price of avoiding lethality was enormous.

Still, William walks wide across the city without changing a single complexion. It shows no pain or weakness. Even Shrevia, who knows the scars, wouldn't think that William is still being attacked by unstoppable severe pain, difficult itching to brush, and fatigue coming from discomfort.

William stood in front of the house. It's not even dusk yet. I drank a spirit that seemed like I was going to fall in like this and crept through the gates of my own mansion. I can rest a little later. It depresses me to think of another person lurking in this mansion, but I close the door tightly to isolate the room.

Rest is close. The ultimate in fatigue. How to get the indelible pain out of your head is enough to sleep.

We're home now.

Knock on the door and enter the mansion unwrought. It is not just Victoria that is important to note, but also Marianne and Wilhelmina. They both do not read the air in the same way though in different directions. The combination I least want to see for William close to the limit.

Because I'm here at a time like this.

William has already given up. I'm confident in bad luck when it doesn't matter.

"Welcome home. Good day, William."

That was in a way as expected and in a way an unexpected sight.

At the end of the door, there was Victoria, as usual. I was just alone, waiting for William. The irreplaceable sight, Victoria smiles and says, "Welcome home."

"Oh, I'm home"

William was just a little relieved. The situation now that was taken for granted in me at some point. As soon as I step into the mansion and see Victoria, the thread I was straining loosens just a little bit.

One step closer. Consciousness begins to cloud.

That William Lewis,

"Hey, this time, hang on, get..."

Lean on someone. Others will be stunned when they see that unlikely sight. A lonely king, a man who is supposed to have a cold way of life that no one leans on, is keeping his body with someone.

…………

Victoria had her face turned bright red. The more I try to understand the meaning of the actions, my beloved, who has suddenly deposited his body so that it will fall, the deeper the confusion becomes. Victoria, by the way, she's stomping so hard.

"Hey, hey, William, me, now -"

It's so warm. That's what Victoria wanted to say. I shut the mouth I tried to tell you. Sometimes I know without saying a word.

Victoria slowly, gently embraced William. William doesn't take one movement. I left my body with Victoria, and I didn't even show any signs of movement.

That should be it too, William was asleep. I was completely unconscious. Victoria never saw him like that. I'm always in a separate room when I go to bed, and I've never seen my sleeping face. I guess I was trying not to make it look deliberate. The intention was felt by Victoria as well. So this situation is a step forward for Victoria.

William's weight made Victoria happy. Because I felt I could share just a little bit of the weight that William carried. Tough posture, but hard posture, but William must be making it easier for that. I feel happy there.

Too restful a look on William's face. In the life of William Lewius, there was no sleep in such relief. Close to the look on William's face before he ate his name, before he lost Alrett, when he slept with Alrett.

Peace of mind and happiness, warm things fill the 'two'.

"Good night, William"

There was no doubt about it. I should have lost it, the most honorable thing in the world.

I wonder what people call it.

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When William opened his eyes, there was a figure of Victoria singing very happily, whispering. Songs I've heard somewhere, lyrics that now only sound like deception. Still, when she sings it makes me wonder if it's 'there is'.

William thought it was beautiful. I know the exterior is in order. That's a bad thing for William. Because it's what people are for William.

"Beautiful. You are."

Victoria with a surprising look on her face. Naturally, but the song stops.

"Just let me hear some more. Just a little bit."

The warmth of your knees, the temperature of your complexion fills your cold heart. Victoria's warm voice echoes again and its soft waves gently tickle her ears.

Victoria is similar to William. Straight ahead, stupidly push any obstacle. It's stupid. There are as many ways to live smarter. It would have been easier to compromise, and I should have easily grasped happiness in the public. I can't do that. I don't do that.

William thinks it's stupid. William says the similarities, the fools, look good on each other. From that day on, I couldn't find a winner in this fight after all. I wanted to find a way down her somehow. At the point where I think so, I'm losing.

"Hey Victoria."

At the end of the song William spoke up. Victoria reacts with "n".

"Are you lost in your choice?

"I don't. I am unshakeable. I like you. I always liked it."

IMMEDIATE ANSWER. No strays, I can't even find one of the swings.

"That's stupid."

William laughed. No evil, childish grin. I still can't win. There were more unbeatable battles here than Wolfe and the giant stars. Lose no matter how you fall. I just have to laugh. I just have to admit.

I'm sure that this fool thing is as much about me as the thoughts that fools have.

I like Victoria von Bernbach.

William was convinced with a smile. And I got the answer.

"Marry me, Victoria von Bernbach"

William conveys his thoughts in the end.

Victoria was just a little surprised,

"Welcome, William von Lewius"

And blossomed with a full face, a great circle of luxury. A flower by the name of smiling more beautifully than anything else in the world.

Seeing it, William bit off the happiness filled his chest. Love overflows. Love is pouring out. Is there such happiness in this world? Love is no less pale than my sister's favorite, no, no more.

If this is to be loved best, now is the time to be blissful.

The time has come, and it is beautiful.