Tower of Karma

For a little boy with dark hair, this world was full of warmth.

For a little boy with white hair, this world was empty and despair dominated.

Both are given and taken from men.

The gray-haired youth chose. Weakness poked at me. A trail of usurpation you can trample on. And now it's just the spiral of despair, the love that invites us to liberate from it -

I weighed everything down, and I chose with the whole spirit.

This night is not a choice. But this whole night is still a man's choice. I won't forget this night, 'William'.

"It's quiet."

"Good thing. Reading is hard."

William and Victoria operated in cold, tiny spaces, relative to the size of the room. William is very busy reading, Victoria is very busy whistling, practicing dance and thinking about the content of tomorrow's speech.

"If you want to panic now, do it first. And why does the whistle blow?

"If I can do it first, I'm not doing Victoria. I miss the whistle."

"Me? I don't need it. Put that on me more than that. That'll cheer you up."

"Absolutely not. And if I take it off, I won't be able to wear it."

Victoria remained in her dress. Wilhelmina also refused to take it off on her way home, and I wonder how much she liked it. She was immersed in joy with a good reflection of herself in the mirror. I tease her because the condition is so disturbing.

There was another aspect I liked and why Victoria wouldn't take off her dress. The satiety petitioner named Victoria worked very hard this past week. I was unbearably hungry, and I celebrated the day. The moment I wore the dress safely and was relieved...

I noticed I ate a fair amount day and night. The pressure I feel from the tightening of the corset tells me. I took it off once, but at the end of the day, I thought I would never wear it again. Well, that won't happen in a day.

"If you think you're going to eat well... aren't you going to burst?

"Don't tell me you're not even close. Run away somehow until tomorrow's over, my stomach."

"Can I say that the beauty of a good talent is compromised... it's a divorce"

"Divorce requires agreement between the two sides. I don't think that's possible."

I firmly like it. Victoria is indispensable for appeal. I don't know what you're afraid of over this period, but I guess it's no longer a habit to get into it. It is a very embarrassing story. Deep itching is required in the future.

"It's time for a good time. I'll swing my sword outside. You go back to sleep tomorrow."

"I'm going out with you, too. Because it's your wife."

"... I guess the corset is just bitter and I can't sleep"

"There's that too. Eh heh."

William took Victoria out of the room.

"Take it off when you go to bed. It's gonna wrinkle."

"So if I take it off, I won't be able to wear it. It's true."

"Be patient for a day or so. Damn you... he's a real idiot"

"William likes fools."

Say it, you dumb bastard.

I'm no longer afraid to step in. I was stepped in again and again. This one stepped in a few times too. We understand each other's drawings, and we have a relationship beyond which we can transcend them. That's why we can interact with each other like this.

Free trust in the other person, people call it love.

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William finishes his routine training and sits completely in the snowy garden. The heavy snow last week completely disappeared. I guess it was a little too soon. Perhaps the temperature is a little high for continuous build-up. It's cold enough.

"... sounds spicy moving"

William throws his voice at Victoria. Victoria looked in trouble and saw herself. Fluffy dresses do have a hard time moving.

"The production sticks a lot to this. It's going to be heavier."

"That's tough. I don't know about the man."

The breath fades into the universe in white. Victoria was exhaling white with pleasure. I don't feel like overlapping the scratch about being a child now. In the first place, it is Victoria who is more childish than children.

"Hey William. Just hang out a little bit."

"No. And there's no reason enough to refuse. I'll take you anywhere, ma'am."

"You're rather honest."

"I'm free. Besides, he's always hanging out with us."

William sways with a twist the pattern of the sword delivered to his sheath. Usually, I don't have the accumulation I was asking for, but he was taking the initiative to help me with William's routine. I'll be free enough to hang out with you occasionally. William doesn't have much time for that.

"Thanks. This way, then."

Victoria pulls her hand. William shook his hand back flutterly, not even full.

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The place is the first bend out of the Bernbach mansion, the meeting place where William first recognized Victoria and had a little fear. This place will mean nothing to the others. But for both of us, this is the beginning.

The snow starts to tingle.

"Was it just this weather?"

"The snow is fluffing, it's so cold, it's so cold"

"You were shaking. I used to go outside this season in such thin clothes. You've been a fool for a long time. Not so long ago?"

Since the two met, not only between them, but the world ran through time with fierce speed and density. William grew larger physically and mentally than he did then. He also changed his identity. Acceleratingly changed self and surroundings. But the woman in front of me doesn't change, but she steps in.

"How about now? Isn't it cold?

"It's not cold right now. Look, warm."

Victoria has changed from being a samurai like she was then, and she has held on as if to make sure she is slowly plucked. Are you there, or does that sound like the wind you're talking about? I'm here. William turned his hand again, as if to give it back.

"I'm getting married tomorrow."

"Oh, as declared here. You've always been the best. I lost to you."

"Yeah, my win. I stepped in and liked you more. I didn't shake my liking until you liked me. I liked myself a little bit through it."

Victoria must have hated herself. If I could have lived more cleverly, if I could have lived normal, just like everyone else, I would have lived that way. Victoria was no different. I stayed the same. With such clumsiness, William may have been attracted. Unbendable clumsiness, just like yourself.

"Hey William. Just be selfish, okay?

"If you just ask, I'll ask you."

"William's mean. Fine, just say it for free."

Victoria takes a deep breath. Slowly, the words I'm going to throw up now, get ready there.

"What have I become of you?

William smiles dry. I'm sure she's guessing. A pompous empty carrot inside William. There used to be something warm in there. There used to be love everywhere. But if there's one mistake...

"I used to have a loved one. Kind, beautiful, my world was complete only with that person. It's irreplaceable."

Power enters Victoria's hands. Will to say I will never give it to you.

"The man went far, and yet I solicited thoughts. I think it's still there."

Victoria spills small "I don't like it". It was so lovely.

"I like you more than your sister like that. Did you hear what happened? I'll give you an answer. From now on, no matter what happens, my love will not waver. Such a presence, you are my favorite. Victoria von Lewius"

Victoria turned her laying eyes to William. There are tears in those eyes. "You're lying, aren't you?" To be sure, as to seek, Victoria groans her words.

"I sent my sister out to pick her up. No lies. I don't want to lie."

William laughed. I'm sure that face was gentler than any face I've ever seen, more serene than any time, a saved grin.

"Oh, my sister. Hehe, most of all... I'm glad."

Now it's all, everything about William has been exposed. Strength, weakness, even its roots...

"Come on, it's time to go back. Tomorrow is the day. Not today. Tomorrow, I'm sure, I'll be happier. You're still on your way, aren't you? Today, no more..."

Victoria shook her head quietly. Very happy, full, full smile. More beautiful than any smile I've ever seen at that time, and more glorious than any other smile I've ever seen.

"... sorry"

Something warm flows down William's cheek, in his hand. That must be William and Victoria, things that were filling each other's vessels, things that people shouldn't lose.

Victoria's mouth moves slowly. I'm sure you'll love it till the end of time.

The bright white dress stains deep red. Victoria falling apart.

William knew who stood behind it. I don't even know. There is only one person, such as someone who can get the job done without William noticing.

"White Dragon!

William immediately pulled out his sword and set his sword on the most powerful assassin standing defenseless.

Hua, scatter.

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The world is losing it. "Things" that were full are lost at an accelerating rate. A fruit in the name of happiness you were supposed to get when you reached for the gold you were reaching for. I put that forbidden thing in front of me, and I turned my wrath on him.

"What's wrong, why stop the blade? William Lewius"

William's eyes are running blood, and red tears spill over his orbit. The whole body trembles in anger, and from the hands that hold the sword and from the gums that bite it, the red of anger breaks down unbearably with its anger.

Hate, hate, hate, be covered in bright red in your head. Madness, just trying to dominate William, trying to argue the resentment in front of him with that blade...

The barebacked enemy looked at William without looking at the blade that stops at his neck. The splashed right arm is covered in red honey, increasing anger.

"If you say no to my neck, you can easily take vengeance. You will lose your way and fall into the same madness as so many others. I have been prepared since I received this' request '. Do it. That's people."

The white dragon swung.

"Even at the request of 'myself', the pain is not going to change."

William's eyes shake.

"I have one other favor to ask you."

The man there was already being filled. It was beginning to be far from what the ghost in front of us wanted. decisive, if anything, the ghost would have truncated this failure. Not a king who lost his way. There is only one true king the ghost seeks.

"I want you to lend me the white dragon. I have a job for him."

Seeing its calm eyes, the ghost spotted the fear lurking behind it. That is that there is no choice. It wasn't like it wasn't there during death itself. No, what's the point in being ready without fear. It is only by subjugating fear that we are prepared.

"I don't care if it's for you. Whether you like it or not. Pay the price for the job you ask for."

The king in front of him was subduing it. Be prepared to take this path. Then there is no word to say to the ghost. The king already knows the pain of loss. I've walked so far in that intense pain. Again, take that pain. Now, by choice...

Work with assassins, that's nothing but assassinations.

William had made a long choice at this time.

For the sake of the road, trump your beloved...

Nyx's chosen king was undoubtedly a madman. Less sweetness I've felt since the day I met you. I had shown it somewhat against those two, but still compared to the average human being, it was equal to not having one.

Discipline yourself, tie yourself up, and go your way. Without hesitation, without stopping by, its back to proceed was definitely not that of an ordinary person. The walls of talent and effort that swept into the world, destroying and ravaging it, and stepping up would have been exactly the king of men.

For the first time, the king deposited himself in a man. I gave up and accepted. I decided to stop by. The White Dragon was relieved. People are still the same, they have to be, he said.

He was on an equal footing with men for the White Dragon, who had the experience of wearing meat, picking lives and killing even royalty, both slaves and nobles. Same at death, only difference between what you wear on the spot. There were no exceptions. Exceptions, etc. - must not exist.

"You asked me to. He said," Kill the subject at the fullest moment. "It's an ambiguous request. I've never had anything like this before. That's because I wanted to see it."

The man who lost his beloved went crazy without exception. The non-deranged were just not in love with it. Whoever obsesses with gold is mad if he loses it, and whoever is biased against his mistress is still mad if he loses it.

That's why I was interested in White Dragon. A man who once learned of the pain of loss and came to the brink of madness said he would now lose his love in his own choice. During White Dragon's observation, Victoria was undoubtedly an exception to the man. The finishing touches you deserve to call your favorite.

Despair to say it will be taken away by its own choices.

"Kill me and fall. Come on, do it."

If they drink, they will prove their correctness. I'm not obsessed with my life originally. I've killed enough people to rub that stuff off. However, if you don't get drunk and stop and even despair steps forward - that's what White Dragon wanted to see, make a true 'exception'. I took this request because it was possible. Either way, it's only beneficial for the White Dragon.

But if I may...

William dropped his sword. I dropped my knees, and when I saw it, I was losing my warmth. I hugged what was Victoria. I still can't make a decision. Swallow or stomped?

"Cold. It gets colder and colder. So much so that I don't know what I'm living for anymore."

The warmth of the blood that spills out, a living sign that is lost every time.

Why today? Why not tomorrow? At least until the ceremony, at least - this is the weakness. It flows out, the same thing as warmth.

"I wonder what I want to do until I cut you off"

There was no way before William. I just scratched my feet for heaven on my Wushu Luo. I don't know if that's top or bottom, front or back, but I still walked uncompromising. When I realized it, there was a way behind me. I still can't see it before. The apex is visible, but no one knows the right answer to where it is. However, I think the man sees the path that has passed.

He said he couldn't turn back later.

"I love you, Victoria. Now, this moment remains the same."

Last words. It didn't sound like a voice, but I could understand it by the movement of my mouth. It's a curse. What Victoria tried to engrave to the end. Ego pierced from start to finish.

"Ishiki"

William stood up with his sword. I feel the weight of that sword, the cold of the world, with a face that is still going to cry. And plucked 'Weakness'.

"I'm sorry you didn't meet expectations. Good job, White Dragon. It would have been at a time when there was no more. I'm going crazy. Even now, I could kill you."

I mean, to say I won't kill you. To say that they didn't drink and stepped over...

"It's cold. It's cold and freezing. I am alone, and I am the only one who reigns in the world. Woohoo, I finally grabbed it. I grabbed my absolute. I'm not lost anymore. The clutter's gone."

White Dragon broke his knee silently. I bow my head and pledge my allegiance to dedicate everything to the '| King (Rei)' in front of me. There is no longer any question. The idea of a fool and a short self did not apply to the king. The one who was seeking has finally descended.

"Shall we celebrate my birth? It's time for a big, solemn, bloody party."

William, let's go. Make your choice. Stupid choice that wouldn't be any more. I finally grabbed what I lost and the original self I was supposed to get back from this. Destroy it with your own choices, and only the lonely throne remained.

"Are you ready?

"All without delay. My Lord."

William wears a cloak filled with his beloved blood.

"It's just a chore, it's just a job... but if you want to do it, you have to enjoy it"

The king completes. And the first enjoyment that the king brings. Sacrifice is similarly bloody, a madman who can't be king and is swallowed mad.

"Come on, let's go kill my stepfather"

Vlad von Bernbach, the first great sinner to take from the king.