Tower of Karma

William came out of a certain room with a bow of grace. Baldias' room, which is supposed to hide on behalf of Jan, who is still packing in Laconia. He is officially a former general, but Baldias must do more than fail to perform the general's appointment ceremony. Laconia's work is no less important than its own.

William was seeing Baldias. Reports on various matters, and an explanation of the current situation. Baldias heard without changing his complexion, and finally gave William a month or so of vacation. William also receives it without breaking the soft look.

"... after we officially get off the Admiral, how about some tea?

"I will gladly be present. Now, if you'll excuse me."

William's health remained unchanged. Burns obtained in exchange for fatalities. Something cheap if the result of overriding the special with flames. Nevertheless, the feeling of constant teasing with purgatory flames was quite painful.

"At this time of year, do you want a vacation?

"It's this time of year."

A turbulent world.

The clash between Welkingetrics and El Sid was one of extreme, shameless harshness in the names of giant stars. One-on-one defense. Both collective and individual battles were taking place in a high-level dimension. Their soldiers are fundamentally strong and fast before the kind of tactics that put a heavy box in the corner in the first place. Naturally, it is led by those who are stronger and faster than anyone else.

I hear their battle lasted two weeks. Both scratchy worn out. He doesn't look like a hero king and a fierce sun. It represented the intensity of the battle as it stood, the antagonism between the monsters.

The giant star is still alive. Wait for the challenger in the cornerstone.

"Are you sure you don't want to watch Kelli?

"I can't help but die here. There's gotta be a place to go and someone else, right?

Both Welkingetrics and El Sid meant it. But it wasn't your life. They know where to bet their lives.

You mean my blade didn't reach you?

"I just couldn't pull the limits of El Sid Campeador. Don't worry, the challenger who will show up soon will bring out everything about you. On top of that, we're going to go beyond it."

El Sid turned his back on years of lodging enemies without saying anything. That's what I know again. All right, on top of that, I guess El Sid wanted to go beyond. The feeling is that Welkingetrics doesn't know either.

"Goodbye | Enemy. Settlement is on the other side of the shore."

The hero king turns his back again. The Old Age sharpens its power and waits for a new era. I'm never willing to let you go beyond that. Our time is the supreme. Picking young barbaric courage is the culmination.

"" Come but be a good New Era petitioner. I'll crush you!

Twist the times, crush the new world, and adorn the era of the three unshakeable giants. To let future generations know that we were the supreme, that we were the strongest. Complete the times. The best of times.

They will be the times.

How many times would we have met, the blade of Garonne was already worn out. Even the proud Longsword, the timeless Dragon Killer, will not break black steel. Besides, Aquitania isn't the only dragon killer proud to stand up to it. It is a battle with Lancelo, Garnia's most powerful, wounded knight running to El Sid's face.

"I'm General Ostberg, Strakless from" Black Gold "!

Monster. The tactical battle between Eving and Galerius led to an increase in armaments to Galerius. The difference should have been bigger than it looks. But right now, there are no more of those claws on this battlefield.

"Ai's no different. He's a monster. What a bad joke to stop these two."

Overshadowing everything, Strakless assault. This is the only time to see the fastest and strongest blow. A sense of smell similar to that of Wolfe, and the weight of a special that is not comparable to that of the current Wolfe, the black mercenary regiment. A herd of Bercherons ravages their enemies as they carve heavy horseshoes.

Not even the two highest fighters I've detected have been able to stop walking. the power of the rampant Strakles, the strongest of which Lancelo superimposes the man.

"Lined up, exactly three giant stars? I don't know if there's a monster on the same level as that guy."

Obsession then, there was paranoia then and one scratch. The difference easily blew up the knight who should have raised his arm since then. If it's not enough, I feel like Ark is showing me what I've been missing since that day he told me too.

"... interesting!

There is a slight flame in Lancelot's eyes. That was the first enthusiasm in more than a decade.

Garias' elite who left Apollonia. No matter how much charisma it had, it did not reach Garias, who combined quality and quantity. They have so little quality, they have no quantity.

"Woohoo, that was a very sweet fight."

Eurydice had an inadvertent trance grin. The more I think back, the more I tremble, the more skilled I have been with all the rewards of my moves. The shock of releasing Keraunos and failnotes at a zero distance is still unforgettable. Special to each other. That distracted the looting trajectory. Eurydice turned his belly wide and Tristram suffered an indelible wound to his cheek.

"... a serious bow knight who forgives you for tempting your sister!

I guess that's not the kind of Lütes would have had another rough fight with Arkland. I don't step in so much as I complain. Normally, I have the temper to immediately go out and kill someone who loves my sister too much. I actually had some experience doing that and dropping a country.

"No, you were strong, Boltos."

Boltose snorts silently at Daltanian's words. It was almost a complete victory, but the power put out, the quantity, whatever it is, is close to the total power of Gallias. It's natural to win this whole thing. How much movement has been made in it, that is the problem.

"The trouble in that was as investigated beforehand. Tristrum draws from Eurydice, and Lowenglin is also a pain division with moves. Apollonia is still a monster, and Baylin is near that monster, not Dada."

The other cautionary figure turned to the protection of Estaard. This is also within the scope of the assumption. If you look at Euphemia's war history, you know he's stronger and better at protecting it than attacking it. The problem is that there are beings who have bumped through it. The Daltanians didn't know who he was.

(Does Your Majesty know?)

A figure who probably beat Euphemia perfectly compared to the king's left and right. It makes me lie when it comes to not caring. But now Arcadia, with white knights bought so high by Arkland, Ostberg, and hence our Lord, has a higher priority.

"... there's another one. I don't know, maybe this guy's the worst."

One of the top 100 generals raised his voice. The four see the person and realize that it is worth listening to.

"I once picked up a strange soldier from a separate squad, but the little one there stretches out. I already saw the sign. It's up to the four of us to decide whether to take the Gran one as our stupidity or see it as their power."

The top four hundred generals. Their words are heavy as they prefer to play and gather four people in every battlefield to discuss enemy requirements. And by force, it's not easy to say that a grand close to the king's left and right has been taken.

"What's your first name?

Boltose asks. I stepped on missing this, possibly a huge loss for Garias. It was also the general thrust of the king's left and right.

"The name I named was Medraut of Garnias. He had two faces of Apollonia and melon in his blonde hair. Except the battle is different. Probably that strange soldier, the plot is that little one. It was stopped because of the Daltanians and us, but it was decided even if one of them was missing. If that's the case, I might have been able to tilt the battlefield."

Garnias, everyone on this scene came to an alert when they heard the name. Now only one person is supposed to bear the name, the country is no longer there, changing its name to Arkland. I had heard the name of Medraut, but I did not know the name below it was Garnias.

"Strong?

"Strong and stronger. Probably changed consciousness recently. The battle and the martial arts seemed hand-picked. It comes together in that split, and the speed of judgment that I decided to run away from, and the sense that I let my troops leave because of shiatsu, is bleak. I think my position might scare me more than Apollonia."

Again, the quality of Arkland is comparable to that of Gallias. I don't know the forces that all those people will gather, the stretches to come. In the end, it is also true that even though we won the full battle, we did not discuss any of the major generals. Going forward, it will be an enemy to Garias.

Garias has no heart. It doesn't matter, it definitely crushes the buds that threaten the superpowers.

"Let's focus on Arkland for the moment. There's Galerius on Ostberg's side, and he'll make me hold it somehow."

Trust in a man who is a comrade and best friend, only that part of the Daltanian reading was off.

They forgot, that something exists that says quality outweighs quantity. That the monsters, who had not demonstrated their main authority for a long time, were finally bursting around feeling the crisis in their country and couldn't afford to get their fangs out. They had forgotten that the upheaval of the world had awakened the monsters.

Time flies.

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William was attending Frank's funeral. Rituals of carcass-free form alone, many of those who have died in battle in enemy territory, are sent with as much vain as grief. Frank was the same again, but somewhere voidness got a better feeling.

(What if I don't succeed him? Don't let this float you)

For Frank's house, Frank and I were tools to strengthen our connection to Taylor, and they weren't his beloved sons. This death is more like gaining if you look at it in the interest, and buying a life in the son of someone who doesn't need loyalty to Taylor.

(This is another person)

Some white air. Only Einhardt is on this spot at the edge of Taylor. It is also a downward sight that Einhardt, who bears the business of the Taylor family, William, who now heads the Taylor and the Arms Chamber, and wise men gather to better remember the two.

There will be only one person on this occasion who is genuinely sad. The man stared at his own hand the whole time during the ceremony. Why did I lose then? The self at the top of the note survived and Frank just got caught up in it died.

I led a man who wasn't willing to go to war. I lived. That's unforgivable.

If you survived the irregularities, Ignaerts was quietly crying. I can't even work for Frank anymore. Tendon of a broken leg, a leg that doesn't even have to walk normally. I will not return to the battlefield. That's vain.

"Well, how am I supposed to live?

Thoughts that have no place to do it fall off at all.

At the end of the funeral, Ignaerts drags one foot away and walks away. I can't think of anything about how I'm going to live. The life I got for corner Frank, it was just too heavy to wear out for no reason. I don't have any problems with honor, money, but my heart stays on the way.

"Where are we going, Ignaz?"

It was William, a former superior officer, who spoke to Ignaerts like that. Thanks to him Ignaerts was able to survive. Conversely, Ignaerts did not die because of him.

"Where is it? Whether you're studying arithmetic or helping with family business..."

"Then don't waste everything you get on the battlefield. Frank died in vain."

Ignaz's eyes open wide. William didn't miss the faint 'fever' of shaking eyes the same color as the deceased who lost his way, but wobbled behind it.

"Then what do you want me to do?!? I can't move my legs like I work for him or fight. You want soldiers who can't run? Need a soldier who can't even walk?

The thoughts that Ignaerts revealed were in his own placed despair. Fatal injuries that follow you to do anything.

"You won't have to."

There is no battlefield that needs an Ignaz now, even if it is ready.

"I think so, too. So leave me alone..."

"On the battlefield, we don't need it. On the battlefield."

Ignaerts understands what William is trying to say. I mean, William came to solicit. Somewhere outside the battlefield, there's a place where Ignaz can take advantage of what he's learned. I want to use Ignaz there. That is also, in a sense, the answer Ignaerts himself was looking for.

"Become a teacher in the school building I make. This is where the next generation of soldiers will be made. What you need is not upper knowledge. Then the books are sufficient. It only makes sense to root out the underlying sensibilities based on experience. Only a soldier with good experience can do that. You're the best, Ignatz."

I was a teacher, I never even thought about the answer. Ignaerts was baffled. What the hell can William teach himself, who has only desperately thought about surviving, that he just ran down the path Carl laid?

"You don't seem to understand your worth. Look, the experience of dozens of fights over the last few years alone, the content of which was never just an easy road, but also served as a short time but near the Admiral's side, where are the elements of mediocrity in those? Above all, under whom do you think you learned to fight? You two made it special in a different direction than Carl. You think I'm gonna get the wrong idea about my product? That's the answer."

William let go without wrapping any words. The swooping answer, there was as much road to be made as before. Ignaerts laughs bitterly. Probably the best way to go down this road. Running through the roads someone has made more than he thinks.

William craves the Ignats of today. Then I'm sure they'll tell me how to run it. The ordinary people themselves, they still managed to get things together, and they told me to tell them that.

"With more convenience stores like you, the overall survival rate will jump. I'm going to form the strongest army in our people five or ten years away. A strong, fast, above all, army with the power to survive. I want to leave that talent to you, the most important part."

William's made way. Now I have to run through it by myself. That would surely be many times the painful road we've both been running. Nothing was easier at William's request. Second, I felt something hot on my back. Run and my heart screams different from mine.

"... can I make up my mind? If I win, I'll bet my whole life ahead and live as a teacher."

"What if you lose?

"Obey William von Lewis' orders."

The answer to getting there is the same. But I don't want to. "Fine," William arms out. Win or lose, your thoughts are fulfilled. Rather, it might be more in line with your thoughts if Ignaerts loses. Because they hate to live on the battlefield, and yet they have survived. It is therefore possible that it would do a better job if it were not genuine.

Genuine ignats are unknown to William. William was willing to win.

"Goo at first"

William's luck, never losing to the ordinary people in front of him. What we're going to fight in heaven cannot be beaten by ordinary people, even though it's a battle of luck.

"Jahnken-"

But that's if the other person was an ordinary person. if the heat to this battle was within William's assumptions. Suddenly a burning paranoia struck William. Thrusting iron will, burning long spears pierce William.

"- Ho!

William was misweighing the man in front of him. William was just thinking about a model case where the cultivation was successful. The calories in Ignaz's eyes were not for one person. Ignaerts, who bore his own fine experience and the death of his partner, came to battle ready. That error...

(Will you beat me? Don't Do It, | Ordinary People (Ignats))

William had choked and Ignaerts had 'goo' out. It was Ignaz who won. We won against the White Knight. That the flames in Ignaz's eyes were real.

Ignaerts exhaled. Slowly, slowly, he exhaled heat and breathed heavily.

"So what am I supposed to start with?

A new path was opened before Ignaerts. Now I walk there alone. Run through as hard as you can. The other one left me with the calories to live.