Tower of Karma

Vlad escapes. Whatever path you choose, the shadow of the assassin will shake and you will return to your original path in advance. After all, we had no choice but to return to the mansion. Vlad was full because he suppressed palpitations that intensified. I have a bad feeling. Vlad shook his head to dismiss it. Beyond this door, there must be a glorious future ahead of us. Not enough yet. I want to go more up there.

The doors of destiny open.

"Oh, William, is that you? Good, I'm relieved to have you."

Normal judgment had been lost from Vlad a long time ago. In a sea of desire, I don't even think I'm drowning, and I make the mistake of ascending. Even though it's really sinking.

The intense smell of blood tickles Vlad's nasal cavity. Vlad is also a knowledgeable servant. Even if we know that, we can no longer live up to our last hope. I had an ally to say William, so I could go up there. The miracle, again. Because I...

"Don't worry. Father-in-law."

Yes, because he's the stepfather of the man in front of him. Important, I dared to give this man my daughter, whom the Grand Duke had laid eyes on. I gained my knighthood before and because of myself. I am giving. I didn't do anything resentful or anything like that. I don't even deserve to believe Helga's paranoia or anything.

"It's a very good day. Tomorrow, I'll have everything."

Vlad says, "Hino!?," he screams and turns behind William. The door to the underground passage where Vlad returned, once again, was opened, and successive assassins came out. Assassins wandering around the basement.

"Ugh, Mr. William. Take these guys down. You can win. You are an Arcadia hero. Please!"

Seeing the trembling Vlad, William turns to a smile just what he calls a good young man.

"Stop, you guys"

The assassins took an upright immobility stance. Just a word, a word of a man that Vlad relies on, stopped. Vlad slowly, distance himself from William.

"What's wrong, Father-in-law? Keep your distance from me."

William calms down with his voice, keeping his gaze on Vlad. Vlad sees frightened and William. Strangely enough, I don't feel hostile. But I couldn't feel the same atmosphere being on my side.

"They're..."

He's the assassin I hired.

Vlad wondered if I heard wrong. A word that was released too lightly was something that, if truly received, would completely awaken Vlad's dream. Vlad sees William all the time when he denies, denies, and doesn't hear.

"This is the assassin I hired to kill you."

Now more politely and without mishearing, William finally turned his gaze to Vlad. Bring this situation to mind with the pleasure that you are enjoying it.

Finally Vlad also came to understand. He said the man who created this situation was the one in front of him.

"Hey, why! Why kill me? I have given you much. I'm even telling you to give my daughter! What's the matter with you? Anything I can do..."

William signals with his eyes to the assassin to block Vlad's mouth. You don't seem to talk enough, but you don't have much time. It's all a tragedy that happened in a short time, and that's the script for this one.

"There's nothing you can do that I can't do anymore. I have nothing more to gain from you. I'm sorry, I just have to say it's been used."

William gently kicked Vlad's belly, who kept screaming even though his mouth was blocked. A shock pain for Vlad, a biological nobleman and culturalist, even if William intended to kick it lightly. He was stuffy as he was pressed into his body.

"If you're motivated... I don't know if you remember, but it goes back a long time. It was a long time ago. I had two sisters and brothers in the Glades. We're very close, poor but... listen to me."

William grabbed and lifted Vlad's head, which was stuffing. "Hii!?" and Vlad revealing fear. William's voice, the pain must have also blown away at the change of tone.

"Ki, you're still like Helga said, that woman's, Alretto's -"

"That's right, Marquis. And don't mumble your sister's name with that filthy mouth."

Vlad exclaims just because William has strengthened the restraint of his hands. Funnily fragile. William snorted. I didn't know that being like a parent who gave birth to himself today would be so frail. William threw Vlad loose. William triumphs over the story with a playful narrative as he plays the rolling Vlad.

"My name is Al. He is a beast born into slavery, lost his sister, and reborn at the bottom of despair. Look, look at this white hair. This was originally the same beautiful, smooth black hair as my sister. It was beautiful, very beautiful, smells good...... world of happiness"

William plays. How can I inscribe despair most deeply?

"I took my name for revenge. He took his name from the young man of Lucitania and took his place. I grew up in battle until I caught your eye."

"Wow, you saved me. That's your conscience, isn't it? He should really be a sweet man."

I guess Vlad is talking about that night the assassins raided. Sure, William was sweet. But the sweetness is definitely not for the man in front of you. It's only a play I hit to save existence, which is an exception to me.

The mistake is a funny-minded mistake. Just before that, I wasn't aware of the killing I was pointing at.

"You're an idiot. You can't kill anyone but me. That's why I helped. That made it much easier for me to get into your nostalgia. I didn't know you'd come into contact with me from there... you're right from there. I devoted myself to Bernbach with all my body and spirit. What about the results? Bernbach became the Marquis and evolved into a nobleman among the nobles, with no gaps for anyone who owns a large number of mines to see. You already know that, don't you? If you're smart... my aim is"

In Vlad's face, a muscle of crackle entered.

"You, no way, my, my Bernbach, elevated over my lifetime."

William spread his hands exaggerated.

"That's my revenge. Instead of just killing you, I'll take everything and kill you on top of it. The status, the honor, the tradition, the format, the gold, the grand duchess' daughters, they're all mine!

William lied. Victoria is long dead. William, whose heart is surprisingly chilled in this situation, but it only ripped and broke my heart at this moment of lying.

"Bullshit, don't bullshit me, you fucking kid! I finally became the Marquis by bowing my head to those crumbs for the status I had gained in my life! Sometimes the slave takes it away from you!? That's what I call it. Wow!

Vlad went mad. Being important enough to eat and hang in this situation. My favorite thing for this guy is' home '. No, if it was true, it would have been my first wife. I sought status as an alternative to losing it. He fell into the beast of desire, trying to satisfy himself with glittering things. Even though that void will never be filled with alternatives...

"Helga! What are you doing! Help me! Kill these Musikelas all alone!

Anywhere else. A dwarf who doesn't have the power to win with his own hands, just to be scattered among the weak. It is only in the world that it passes that we should avenge it, and what we think of the man in front of us completely scratched off. It is a low degree, helpless being among the fools. Thinking of this as a vendetta would in itself be an insult to those to love.

William, let's go. This is just a comedy. Looking down from God's point of view, this future has been firmly established since the beginning. Life that would have died at "that point" in the first place had it not been for "William". It was the screenwriter, William, who made it this far.

"Is that what your lord says? Answer him something."

There's another comedy actor on stage.

"You kept me waiting. Slightly stuck."

Something similar to a rag that can make a noise and throw it to the ground. Vlad's anger scratches away in an instant, and it is the sadness of despair that floats instead.

What the White Dragon carried was an inseparable existence even when cut off from Vlad's business.

"Ah, Gu, V, Vlad, Sama"

It was another protagonist, Helga.

In comedy, the despair of the dophiles accelerates.

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Vlad became completely silent when he saw that his men, whom he believed, would be rendered so easily powerless. Still far from despair, this silence is, so to speak, an escape to outweigh despair. William thinks this isn't funny. We have to do a good job of keeping our clients waiting.

"... Ki, sama. How much more! The slave kid!

Helga and spit out her defeat again, but I could see her gazing at this formation. The level at which houses are built all over there, even if we just hire the assassins who are packing in this room. If there's anything else you're hiring, it's no longer the world that individuals are in.

"Everywhere. Maggots."

William stepped on Helga's head. And rub it against the ground. The attitude of humiliation, the misery of the person you thought you had won, your own defeat in front of the phantom.

"I am the man who will be king. You scoffed at me as inferior, and I scoffed at you as inferior. It's gonna hurt so bad, isn't it? I'll lead you to the top. This is mine, under the inferior."

Still, Helga endured. I lost when I thought I won. Then you can turn it over again. I crush myself both flesh and bone in the gap where the man in front of me is intoxicated by victory. I don't need weapons. Because your five bodies are the most powerful weapons. Therefore, I now pretend to be broken.

"Kuhi, what is the king? The present general is young, and a man with no eyes for a while to be promoted, has had such a good mouth. Too dumb to throw up backwards."

Helga loses even more. Every time, pleasure swells up from the man in front of you. The feeling of the reinforced shoe exalts Helga as Kai Song approaches victory.

"Can each of you be a king?" Dirty, inferior, reckoning, blood like that whore, unknown fool, that's you!

"... you insulted your sister, didn't you?

Helga laughs damned. Again, this place is bumpy. I've crawled up to here with that vengeance. Then the vengeful mind can be the drawback to be poked at. Helga makes her fingers snap. If I eat it, I won't let it go. I broke it, I broke it a thousand times, until I crushed it.

"I killed him! I wanted to make you hear that woman cry. Ouch, help me, I don't want to die. Speaking of which, I never came up with your name. Oh, I don't know. My father and mother's name came up... you, weren't they loved? Kuhi."

Did William get furious? Kick Helga's belly. Position that you can grasp naturally over your head.

"Are you angry at me for being poked at a picture star? It's really stale. You have no love. [M] I'm trying, you guys! I'm not a good person to ask for. You're the maggots! Slave Al!

Definitive gaps. My anger grew and I exceeded my guard. Just grab my leg no longer. That's it.

Helga does her job quickly. A supple finger touches the other person's ankle. The victory was confirmed when the feeling was conveyed. Nothing I've ever been able to crush from here. I crushed Favela's ankle. Something unbreakable in her hand.

"So? You gonna give me anger and make a gap?

Helga's wrist danced. "Hino!?" and screaming Vlad. The White Dragons Assassins don't move one eyebrow. That's the same thing with Helga.

"Yeah, enough gaps!

Left arm left. Shattered by Kyle, resurrected after treatment. That's the trump card. The aim is just a muscle, the enemy's neck. Crush this place and Helga will win. One right arm, the winning opportunity you got at the expense of. Again, William's eyes were cloudy with anger. You shouldn't have approached Helga in the first place.

The remaining fangs loom. William offered his hand in defense.

"So, are you gonna stop me?!?

Helga grabs the other with one hand swinging through the sword. Intertwining your fingers and destroying the hands of a sharpened white knight whose beauty and bonelessness go hand in hand -

"Why did you think you were the only one special? How can you imagine that you're the only one working out? … even if you are held by a 'grip demon' or something, you yourself are made of flesh and bones, just a man with red blood."

It was Helga's left hand that was crushed. The sight, crushed by a shamble without the shards of the prototype, was exactly in line with the many industries that I had overlapped, the sight. Now it's your turn.

"Gu, gu, gu, gu!?

Spraying blood. Losers in pain.

"It was instantaneous power that determined the battle between those who worked out to the limit. My speed was excellent. That's all."

William would be inferior in grip. But William was excellent at speeds to the max. He was crushing the basics of Helga before he could convey them. Interpretation, meat and bones, if you have the power to destroy it, that's enough.

"If I were you right now, I wouldn't have made it."

Helga learned so much despair that her body froze. William's intentions were finally understood. You hit the best you can on your own mound and you lose. I aimed for that max. All that superficial anger is an object. The truth is, from a far height - I was staring at everything.

"People have something called character. No matter how much money you have, you will not be able to move this many assassins into the assassination guild itself. That's the same thing as the current royal family. William Lewis is the only one the Dark King has ever recognized. Absolutely, he is the true King. It's no longer the same for a definitive future... you'd know if you were immersed in darkness once, wouldn't you?

Helga trembles in despair. That was the same for affirmation. Losing all fangs, the light to behold is already breaking. Even though I had to support myself, I lost my supporting hand. That's despair, and I've become a being who can no longer help the Marquis.

William doesn't miss the weakness sprouting there.

"Well, Marquis. As you can see, the most hateful enemy for me is this woman. She is unforgivable. Except for the Marquis, however. As much as I hate you, I also admire you as my father. Now I'm shaking."

William plays a cluttered play, not showing a single, shaky thing to do. Even such a cluttered play works for a man who pretends to be broken one step ahead of despair.

"What do you mean?

William smiled gently. It's a demonic grin that provokes what you see.

"I can't kill you, I think. But to calm the anger that dwells in this chest, there is sacrifice. So I have one suggestion."

It is a grin of malice.

"Helga, a squire who swears absolute loyalty to you. She has served you for years, so to speak, her right arm. Kill it with your hands or save it with your life. One lives, the other dies"

Had it been a full Helga, I would have wished for my own death here. So much for this woman's monopoly appetite. I should have gladly offered my life to carve myself into Vlad. But apart from a weak heart. If you're just a woman who lost her fangs and lost her identity...

"What, isn't it easy"

For a moment, Helga expects it. Not a glimmer of hope if you are a normal mind. The invisible abyss ahead, the crushed path. So Helga dreams.

"The woman dies. I live. It's a simple story. I'm noble, and he's a servant. Isn't that a very simple story? Do it for the Lord, Helga. Woohoo, that's my pretty Helga."

Vlad was slapped down closer and closer to the bottom, losing even a shard of reason. Approaching Helga with a smile of welcome. Helga shook her head slowly. No, no, no.

"I love you, Helga"

I know that love will never be what Helga wants. The love is a convenience for Vlad to defend himself, and its form of love is directed towards a convenient tool. I'm a scissor, just a scissor. I should have understood. But what has erupted in the earthen field is a real wish.

"We have as many tools here as we can. Come on, let's kill him to live. It's that we have no choice. 'Cause that's not my favorite. There is as much to protect. How much is there to replace him? Isn't that right, stepfather?"

Vlad has a big scissor that was standing on the wall saying "so is that". It's obviously not a everyday use. Turn it to your men who had pledged allegiance to themselves. It is a crazy sight.

"Hold it down so the Marquis can do it easily."

The assassins hold down Helga. Helga didn't make a rampage, she just had her eyes on her favorite in vain. The favorite says Helga can be easily killed. I've done everything I can to get here. I did anything for the Marquis.

From that day you picked up your scratchy self...

That woman died and created a gap that goes into Vlad's heart. I sowed a seed of malice because it was my own. Germination was immediate. Fallen into the beast of desire, next to which there is always himself. I am the only one who understands absolutely. Cozy dream world.

A woman who suddenly appeared tried to destroy her dreams, but instead destroyed her. He breathed a whisper into Vlad, forcing him to hold down the scene where the woman was meeting with an aristocratic man. This was the decision hit, and the Marquis took his side entirely. Into a world of the strong filled with the blood of the weak.

Dreams can't break anymore, they were supposed to.

"The dream is over. Exquisite, give it to the Lord."

While Helga was stunned, Vlad cut Helga's leg with scissors. I can't get through the blade if it's rusty with blood. "Is that it? That's crazy," Vlad twists his neck. Helga's scream stuck to the room late. The voice will not reach anyone. Just like the others.

"You're a little too violent. What do you say? Would you like to leave a bottle?

Vlad was pleased to receive what William had offered. He threw down the scissors, held them in his hands, and beat them to the ground over Helga's body as funny as he could. It was one big pile that was struck in the belly. "Up!?" and Helga's body snapped.

"Another bottle. Leave it to me. I'm good at this stuff."

Vlad was floating in heat. I would no longer even recognize Helga as Helga. The opponent is the usual meat doll. What do you think? If you break it as usual, that's all you'll ever live and eat. A lot of glitter.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Vlad hasn't even heard that. Strike another pile in. The blood that dances every time. Beat the hammer in mind so that the stabbed pile sticks firmly to the ground.

"Yuruzan, Yuruzan, I'll do it cursorily, I'll do it cursorily, Zo, Zo, Zo, Wogaaaa!?

A bouncing body. With a hammer while the pile is caught in the bone...

"All right, scissors here. I can't stop this moment of judgment."

Vlad was exalted. Drowning in the relief and usual enjoyment that helped.

William was bitterly smiling at the hilarious comedy that played out in front of him. I'm sure their roots aren't so different from themselves or Victoria's. I want you to love me, to be loved, to love me. The only difference is the way.

Al and Vlad are alike. Both fell in love with the subject, lost it and went mad. Vlad turned the void to others, and Al turned the void to himself. That's not the difference between people, I'm sure it's the difference in position. Al didn't have that much power to turn to others.

As a result, there is no significant difference in the business accumulated. If Vlad perishes in karma, William will perish again soon. William knows all about it.

Victoria and Helga are similar. Both memories of being loved were faint and I strongly hoped to be loved. Neither Helga nor Victoria chose the means. Victoria poured everything she could have on the subject, and Helga took everything she could from the others for the subject.

As a result, both perish through the ego.

(No, he was just bad with the person he chose. His hands are white. It's too beautiful to line up with us. Live a little wisely in the next life. You should be able to live a good life)

Think of the tragedy that can be played out in front of you.

The more things are done differently, the more the results will converge one day. William, let's go. He said this sight was his own someday. He said this is the future of things all over the business.

"Oh, yeah, now."

"Uh, don't move anymore!

The pile protrudes. With the void in his left eye, with the phantom of Alrett...

Shake the demon, perish.