Tower of Karma

William runs down the back street with a glitch of snow. The less this time, the more perjury it completes. I shrink my time at a rate that is unthinkable to normal people. The work of flying and cutting backroads, roofing, and one alley from roof to roof is an old pestle.

"Are there any lookouts at the mansion?

"I have five handlers in place. If the guards show any movement such as body discovery, they should wipe it out."

"Okay. But it's not until this one's swallowed by fire that I burn it. I need as much time as I can."

"I understand"

That's right, the strongest assassin was following William's speed. Conversely, the speed at which you can't even follow except the strongest. These moves have been fast before, but the speed is now out of the ordinary. If you put your armor together, it could be comparable to Favela's speed.

Two people look ahead to a few small fires of smoke getting up.

"There's a strange sign... isn't Helga the only one?

"Fifteen, including Helga and Vlad. It's packed with more frigid families these days."

White Dragon makes a surprised face. A sign that even the assassin himself only knows vaguely. If you say you've got it all clearly, you're still getting an unusual feeling. The cold feeling I have felt from earlier, the void is gradually showing expansion, expanding with momentum also swallowing the white dragon standing next to me.

The man of today was evolving to the point where the white knight he had ever thought perfect looked like a toy.

"Just follow the steps. A pawn to the extent that the woman can be collected. You don't have to be me right now to be late."

"Yes, I'm going to clean the perimeter."

White Dragon strayed off the road. This is also as planned again. I wasn't setting this evening as my date of decision. But 'this night' has been planned for a long time. "The Night of the Beginning" begins with losing your favorite. This is the Day of Preparation. And Vlad is only a sacrifice.

"Good mood, Marquis Vlad. It's a good day."

William spoke to a small gardened mansion that stretched beneath his eyes. That is the separate residence of the Marquis of Vlad, the aristocratic playground and the place where miserable puppet play takes place. A hall of malice that ravaged Alretto, the beloved of those who took Marianne, without leaving a shard of dignity.

William looks behind, just for a moment. And he laughed bitterly, when he saw the way that he had found himself in. Don't be dramatic, I'll make it the best night ever. William moves to end the chores that stuck with him. The job I undertook to save Favera. That's not all emotion still exists. It is also impure to the king. I have to cut it off.

settle for the beginning despair that sprouted on a young day.

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In front of Helga lay a puppet of meat with a crushed head. My men, who planted it in confidence with my husband, also do a good job. This would have wiped out all the fools who broke into the mansion. They were made up of the malevolent of Vlad. amateur group, now that number is considerable. It took time there to turn them all into corpses.

The damage was the loss of several of his men. And that there was a light fire in the mansion. That is all. That was the only achievement of a population of more than fifty.

"Why did this mansion find out?

"Was it seen when carrying the doll or was there a leak from the inside"

"Impossible. We pledge our absolute loyalty to Master Helga."

"Not you guys. women headed by Tellegia, or -"

Helga's mouth is distorted. Helga was waiting for another day, too. Teng himself, who now moved the remains lying all over the mansion. There is only one person, such as the leak source of this mansion. We can finally settle the cause.

"Kill me, I'll do it. Alrett's brother Wo."

Helga removed her left eye band. The eyes there do not belong to me. The eyes of the dead reflecting only the abyss, without reflecting the light. See the end with Alrett's eyes. It is the best return of interest.

One of my men approaches me without sound.

"Dear Helga, from the main entrance... that man has appeared"

Helga had a full grin on the report. Today, it's all over.

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William enters the mansion with dignity. He crept through the gate as a matter of course and stood on the spot without cutting a breath. Some small fires have already been extinguished, but intense signs of death tell the story of the tragedy that took place here. It is above all the proof left that the body is still down in the garden in the first place.

"Master William, why are you here?

Servant running out of breath. You just look like a servant to me.

"I saw a small fire. I rushed to this side. Is the Marquis safe?

"I was escaped from the underground passage with Helga. All but the servants who were hiding..."

William smiled when he saw a servant laying his eyes down to grief.

"That was tough. Let's see if there are any remnants. Follow me."

William took a grieving servant and proceeded with his walk. I didn't even know the servants were laughing behind it.

"You seem to have killed quite a bit. Looks like there was a servant with quite an arm."

"Because we have been taught some protection. But a lot of people are passive. Mr. William's clothes seem to be stained."

"On the road. This is the situation, I'm going to cut the suspicion."

Obviously there are few bodies of servants. Still, William keeps walking without showing any suspicion. Make sure the top floor, then go downstairs.

"Dear William, there's a voice from this room."

A room in the basement. Surely there were signs of people from where they were. William nodded and twisted the door knob, opening the door. And I walked into the room. The servant closed the door and locked William with a full grin. This is the place to kill. A special pack of handicappers.

"I did it, Master Helga. Now... ah, you, ha, ha?

The servant sees a white blade standing against his belly. Breaking through the wooden door from the inside, the sword was capturing the servant's belly. The sword jumps up and rips the servant vertically, even as he tries to escape.

"Heu haha, but haha haha!?

A servant who remains deadly. And even inside...

"Hey, what is this monster?

A monster pulling a thousand pieces of meat with his bare hands was turning a zero degree grin at the fools.

"You guys chose to go underground to keep me from getting away. Lack of imagination. They say all those factors will bounce back on you. This place is the same for you and me during the killing. Understood, featherworms swarming in fake lights"

William felt the power to be considered inside himself. I can finally bring myself out in full. Something cheap if the price is this much pain. The more normal, the crazier the pain, is no greater than the pain of losing one's love.

"An idiot. Even if we die, there are still people lurking in this mansion. They are the living witnesses. The great sinner who killed us, hung us for revenge, and tried to bow to Master Vlad..."

"This mansion is already under siege. Living witness? Yes, Kuhaha! You guys are really slow to understand! I made this move, didn't I? Arcadia, the supreme, the man who should be king. Why are you telling me you can survive?

Assassins dressed as servants with surprising eyes on William's words.

"I slapped a big one today. From my property, from the interests of the Chamber of Commerce... assassination guild rally. You, the people lurking in the mansion, the people positioned outside, Vlad and Helga running from the underground corridor, they won't let you all get away. You guys die today. Understand."

William pulled out the sword behind him and threw it at a natural, but not visible speed in anyone's eyes. The head of the assassin, who had released words until earlier, explodes. It was like a specimen of a worm to stand with a sword on the wall as it was.

"The only thing you guys can choose... is how you die. I won't let you die unnecessarily, pitifully, dressed up, etc. Let it twitch, and be bored to death. Fear me, I am dead."

The Terminator blows wild. This place is underground, just like their play, the screams don't reach the ground. All their work is bouncing back on them. William wielded his newly acquired power as a delight. The apex of man, a true limit of perfection. It is a world of ten percent.

The flesh, the bones, even the iron, are powerless before the violence manipulated by the apex in front of them.

Absolute zero degree despair smeared them.

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Vlad and Helga were fleeing the underground passage. Helga graciously explained the situation and managed to gain the Marquis's understanding. Among the stories I heard from the Avengers was the shadow of William. I'm still half-hearted, but there are as many ways I can round it up. Anyway, if we survive, we can win no matter how we fall.

If William dies or the rest of the party kills him. Okay, even if William survives, we can put on the charge of killing the servants. Vlad doesn't know they're armed assassins. The only thing I know is that there were surviving servants after all the lower ones were wiped out. Some concern will arise if they die. It is a seed, an evil luxury that blooms quickly if malicious.

(Witnesses and available personnel were also placed outside. Now I win, Alrett)

There are a large number of civilians who do not take William's leap forward. It wouldn't be a bad bet if it were a trial. Above all, the sin of betraying Vlad, the protégé, is heavy. Helga chuckles when I give her the impression that it's going to be heavy.

"I don't think William would betray me. Is that a mistake, Helga?"

There is still no sway in Vlad. But a temporary fear was causing me to forget my delusions.

"We're running away now to confirm that mistake. If the person who fanned them is the White Knight, there's only one reason for that."

"You're talking about what I was saying earlier, Alrett's brother? I don't think that's too absurd. You can't do that without anyone knowing."

Helga had already talked all about this opportunity and the reasoning about William's identity. Vlad with a smile at first - but it is also true that there were some hooks due to this situation. I did see some strange parts if I calmed down. Of course, that's not cheap enough to trust William.

"I am a man who has done what no one could have done. No wonder. Besides, this reasoning explains why you chose Vlad, why you had to be Vlad, and so on, right? Well, this will be immediately apparent. Today..."

Helga, who leads the way, suddenly stopped. As if there was a cliff in the next step.

"- Today is the day when everything will be settled. Wouldn't you?" The Gripping Demon. "

A barrier blocked in front of you, its name is White Dragon. The strongest assassin the Assassin Guild boasts.

"Why are you on this road?"

"There is no such thing as an abyss where the Dark King does not know. Even in such shallow waters."

Helga distorts her face. The extent to which you can do it ten times and win once, even in full season. I'm not the person I can easily pull out of who I'm not active. Feeding my thoughts on the Lord and going beyond my limits is bad.

"Run away, Master Vlad. The mansion is packed with my men. I thought it would be safer here."

"Your men? What are you talking about? There's only servants there."

"Run away!

Vlad falls back, pressed by Helga's sword curtain. White Dragon loosely misses that. I could even afford it.

"... you're going to be able to afford it, 'ghost killer' huh!

"No, it's just..."

A step taken without any concern. Helga stepped up her vigilance. I even scratched my guard.

I just thought, "I'm more scared in the back."

White Dragon's fist is a clean hit. The distance had disappeared to zero when I noticed that there was no way I had stuffed the time. "Gobble!?" and blowing Helga. All the air in my lungs was released into the atmosphere.

"I'm still a fist. At least let me use the third one."

White Dragon rings his fist. He plays the sound of bones twitching by force.

"The Dog of the Dark King... is on track."

Helga also rang her fingers again. Proud grip, and body tightness. It comes to mind that the beloved self is the figure of the Lord. This is good. I'll let you in with this. A frontier that I couldn't even get into during my entire term as an assassin. Power given by distorted love.

"I am Lord Vlad's shield, the only one who protects that one!

Helga swept through the narrow passage in an out-of-the-way motion. Move beyond gravity with only force while bouncing around at ceilings, walls and high speeds. Close to invincibility if it's a small space.

"Well, don't go beyond the full season."

Helga shrugs off White Dragon's leg meat. Meat that plays an exquisite harmony with hardness and flexibility. Screw it around at its finest. After all, the use of love is strong.

"But I'm stronger than you knew then, too. Sounds like a little fun."

Some of Helga's cheeks were attached to the wall. White Dragon wears meat with a puller with only one finger up. Helga touches her own cheek. I was scratched on an important face. I don't want to get mad at you.

"I'll kill you. I'll kill you, White Dragon!

Angry Helga turns to her enemies with the greatest intent to kill.