Tower of Karma

It was a roll.

Lydiane, standing next to her, laughs bitterly with her face slapped. Strength I can only laugh at. I knew how strong it was on the board. But I didn't know how strong it was on the battlefield. I meant to know. The idea is overridden.

Mountain area southwest of Arcadia. There was a country here called Tires. It is a country that has bordered the Seven Kingdoms, though small, and has survived strongly. There have never been many skirmishes before, but rarely have there been major wars. Still, this country didn't shake.

"You captured the king, didn't you? We'll keep him in custody and take him home."

That's what collapsed. Just one, just by the hands of one army.

A country called Tyre disappeared from the world map. I was in command of that army.

William von Liwius, Commander of the Second Army Corps of the Kingdom of Arcadia.

People call him the 'White Knight'.

The reactions around me were faint, even though we made so much of a feat. The direct soldiers are victorious as a matter of course, destroying the country as a matter of course, and serving in post-war processing as a matter of course. It was an unusual sight. I'm too used to anything.

"Master William, we have captured the remnants of the enemy forces in the southeastern mountains from here."

"I'll leave it to Shrevia. Tell them to do whatever they want to destroy or keep alive."

"Roger that, sir!

An impossible place to work if the military itself is not used to this hand thing.

Lydiane knows. Why are they so familiar? Experience of dominating the North. Few nations have perished in battle in the land. How many countries have crumbled in just six months? Excluding a country that surrendered without fighting is not good enough for ten.

Lydiane knew. I knew about the North as knowledge. Still can't hide the surprise. Underground opponent White Knight, against its strength to the overwhelming.

Unstoppable rage stuffing, best hand streak. Though Tyre's army did not hit the bad hand, it could not even hit the best. The result is an overwhelming one-sided game.

The only battle of the White Knight that Lydiane saw in person was a war against the Black Wolf. The white knights I saw there were also strong, but they were constantly shaking, including the war situation, not as absolute as they are now. Lydiane can only laugh flashly wondering if the object of comparison would change her impression so much simply by changing from black wolf to tire.

"It's not even that surprising. Even you can do this."

"I'll put it well. I can do the same. But the speed is different. And if that's not the case, everything changes. Sometimes even wins and loses change."

"Mitsuki. Our army is the only one in Arcadia who can get this early. I'm so used to destroying my country. Strength in these places, including on the side where the country was destroyed"

Experience everything. William's army had experienced many battles of small country opponents, understated opponents. The experience is now being harnessed.

"Okay, next prep. Further southwest, let's push."

No tires were already in William's eyes. William's gaze was shifting to the next battlefield. It's like we're in a hurry.

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Wolfe finally brought down one country that was called the Quasi-Seven Kingdoms. Victory grabbed while suffering the difference in power. The more scratchy its flavor, the White Knight's recoil was shocking.

"Hmm, what neighborhood is the White Knight bastard in this map?

Wolfe touches the cavity with the eye over the ocular cord. A wound that still hurts, it does not come from a wound that has lost its eyes. A moment's heart is broken, and a moment's weakness hurts when you give in to the White Knight. That flame burning in the red lotus, the vicious appearance of a monster burning in the back of his brain and not leaving.

"... southwest of Arcadia, Chikana. No, are you keeping me close? Aim..."

Wolfe peeks into the map. I don't think the White Knight just moves to play with the small country. There's got to be a goal. Without it, there is no excuse to arouse the military in the first place. There's something there to aim for more than the country's acknowledgment of military command. Pre-build it, make it real.

"I see. Still a floating, nasty bastard."

Wolff was good at one and left his back in the chair in a good mood for one. Everyone around you throws a gaze for explanations. Wolfe looks back at everyone with a nibble of "I don't know what else to do." My gaze clouded at once.

"The White Knight's, Arcadia's aim is to hurt us. Try rambling around with countries bordering each other's territory in this position. We'll be bumping into each other there for just a month. That's not what he meant."

Nederks' strategy was to leave it alone while sealing off vs. Arcadia. Even though a relatively easy opponent (Herbert is also good enough) has been on the lookout, there has been no battle near Browstat.

If we discuss Herbert, Admiral William will be born. And it was clear to whoever saw that the spearhead would go first to Nederks. If you're a white knight for the good of the world.

Choose a showdown for the Nederks. It will triumph over it and try to consolidate the position of Admiral William. In the process, we cannot abandon the possibility that Nedeluxe will perish.

"Of course they don't want to deal with us either. I'm strong, and I have a proven track record of tormenting him. So I'm definitely not gonna get hurt, and I'm not really going to do that either."

Wolfe glances at the map.

"Formation games along the Roulya. This time the focus is on this position, on the Nederks side, on the Arcadia side, staring across the two lujahs."

The Roulya River is divided into two parts on the way. As the downstream side grew wider and wider, it was possible to bridge the river by means of two divisions. That's two. At the heart of it are the seven kingdoms.

"It's not going to be a long walk this time. If it's just the moment we met in the first place, it's possible."

Wolfe's sensation was that this time, he would never go into a spear with the White Knight. That was oddly what the White Knight, William, also felt. Well, if you think rationally, Nedeluxe doesn't want to fight because he wants to focus on Estaard. Arcadia is also more than serious about Ostberg. It's no use fighting here. Thoughts are in agreement.

Both Wolfe's movements and William's movements restrain each other. But there is no battle this time. As soon as possible, there is a need to take the delicious part.

I've never been in a hurry.

Make an attitude that you can fight. For that reason, speed is still important. This was also the same thought as the White Knight.

I wonder if you'll meet both men once you've pinched Lula.

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"Dear William, we're out of time. We looked forward to another day together. Please tell me what it is. With all the spirits..."

"Long time no see, Legion Leader. Let's do everything we can with a slight force."

William shakes hands back to Gregor's words, "Please do me a favor". We could understand each other's drilling with information coming from each other's gripping palms. Gregor lays down his face in embarrassment, and William exclaims "ho".

"Minor force, huh? You've become quite humble. Count Thunder."

"From the point of view of the Commander of the Legion, the slight force is also slight. I'm in the mood to reprimand myself for thinking I did it with this degree of drilling. Fall to this point and still be angry with myself to this extent"

Gregor bowed his head and walked away "excuse me". Only Angelm, who is not sure whether to shake hands with the original and himself, was left behind. I thought it would be better if I let it go a little bit, and it's the headache that makes me more seriously ill.

"You can use that."

It was an Angelm that exposes such an ugly state, but what the Lord wants to say is taken immediately.

"Yeah, he's probably the most stretched warrior in Arcadia right now. Talent, as you can see, was originally outstanding in that body. The contents were a hundred... but they changed dramatically."

The 'Xu' coming from the palm was not a light one before. Heavy, deep, pierced by the earth, a slightly or softly unshakeable foundation is being created.

"Jan also gave me a good gift. Are you okay over there?

"There's Gustav, and the Ostberg side doesn't seem to be willing to attack this way in the first place. Kimon is blinding, but only restrained. I thought it might be a problem."

In addition, Laconia won't hit worse if Jan than he did when he got it done. If Jan decides he can move it, he won't be wrong about it. William just checked for now, too.

"It's more of an upcoming battle than that. Attack a small country for the sake of the Nederks, that's my Lord, at the end of the eye great! I'd love to be your lieutenant general."

"No, I'll have you move in your own division. You use Gregor, too."

Angelum turns from a trance look to a stunned face. This is it again if you think you can finally fight with the Lord. Something about disappointment.

"... by the way, is the deputy general that barbarian?

The way I said I could put it in my mouth. I'm probably referring to Shrevia, a fellow dog monkey. William shakes his head to the side.

"If I could, I would have let him learn. But now I have a contract. We have to keep feeding that lady funny."

"That lady?

Angelum, who had always been in Laconia, did not know about Lydiane. William laughs bitterly when he realizes he doesn't know.

"I'm the lady who came from Gallias to study abroad. He demonstrated high abilities as a bridge builder, a substitute on vacation and near me. It's a waste of human resources to return. Let me introduce you, you'll love it"

The last word is William's desire to be so.

"Master William's... proximity? Too bad, talent?

And that aspiration won't come true. Because Lydiane was an enemy to Angelum at the moment before we met, when we didn't even know her name.

The Arcadia Army increases its speed with the addition of the Angelm Division Commander and the Gregor Lead Hundred. Even the White Knight's army was strengthened. The joining of a division leader who knows more about the White Knight way than anyone else and a leading hundred captains who show close control to the 'Spear of War' is huge.

"Did Genova fall? This is how Arcadia and my country met."

Another country fell today. A small country called Genova disappeared from the map. No grandeur, no shit, blasphemy that ravages other countries by blowing war because it's a blind eye. But now is the time for war. That's what goes through it. It is bad in nature because the Seven Kingdoms, which should strengthen the rules, are taking the initiative to attack other countries.

"It won't be possible to win the war. The power of our country. This is not how it works. It's nearly impossible to defeat the White Knight in battle. Too strong, just too strong"

If you look at the track record so far, you'll see. The strength of the White Knight, which could not be felt in battle in a seemingly harsh environment called the North. Engrave strength as a feeling into people around the world in the rampage of the past month.

"You can't win a battle. But we have to win. For my country."

A man, the general of a small country called Corsica, turns to the enormous shadow behind him.

"I have a plan. Drag the White Knight out into the realm of reciprocity by wielding that he is weak"

There was a huge shadow. Like a samurai tremor.

"Oh, you can win. No one can beat you one-on-one. I guess so -"

Corsica has monsters. There is a trump card to defeat the White Knight.

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"Corsica's general wants a ride."

Angelm reports in an exhausting manner. This offer is of no benefit to Arcadia. This much enriched army, even against enemies of the same size, will be able to ravage them instantly. There is no benefit to receiving it. But...

It's hard to say no.

The conditions that Corsica has put out are unconditional if the White Knight wins and Corsica surrenders. If you lose, it was to pull your hand from the Corsican offense.

"You're right. If you refuse, it will show up in the world like a white knight escaped against a Corsican opponent. Wounded by the glorious history of the White Knight. In addition, it also lowers the morale of your own army. The Corsicans are crying out loud to penetrate the end."

One strike of the White Knight is desired by both factions. The enemy picks up the possibility of winning even thin. Allies want the White Knight to take the offer in grandeur and win with a single hit of a hero.

It was a good measure to complain proudly, not profitably. The man who directs Corsica seems to be a good general who can be thrown away by both shame and outsiders.

"Still, I think I should say no"

"You agree. Corsica has a 'giant' Goliath. He is a tremendous samurai. If it's just size, it boasts more than a silly El Sid body. If you hit one, he will definitely come out first. You shouldn't ride cheap provocations. I don't think it's the right time."

A voice of denial rises from both Angelm and Lydiane. Understanding the downside, I thought I didn't have to take the risk of futility.

"Bibili, you guys. If you don't want to fight, I'll take your place."

"Shut up, barbarian. If you can win, it's not an argument in the first place."

Schulvia tries to argue, but William raises his hand and controls it.

"I'm leaving. That concludes the debate. The Corsican offense, which was supposed to take a week, comes true in one day. It's not as good as this."

But Goliath...

"Terrible. Tomorrow, another country will fall without labor. Think only of what lies ahead."

William was forced to close the argument. There will be a few things you want to say, but they silence you. William and I are never insulting each other. That I just took it because it had the benefits to take for William. I don't usually take a single hit or anything without knowing who I'm dealing with.

(... great opponent to try)

William strokes the love sword pattern slowly. Take risks. But now I want to move on. If you've thought about what you should be looking for, you can't just step on the way.

The fact that the White Knight rode the opponent's measures and received a single hit was immediately conveyed to both factions as a whole.

Tomorrow, the battle between the two will determine the fate of Corsica.