Tower of Karma

Vlad smiled and turned to William as he was bloody. I finished the task of filling my nothingness with negative emotions, as usual, without even pointing a shard of affection at Helga, which once became a meat mass.

"Ha, I don't know, Mr. William. It would be brilliant."

How far can a man become such an ugly beast if he falls? Although he deserves it when it comes to Helga, William only brings a thirsty grin to the face of a picture that is too ugly. And this sight cannot be blamed if the aristocracy does it to the inferior. It is a story that I can only laugh at.

"Yeah, very"

William makes a laugh. Vlad exhales more when he sees it. The relief from death and the fullness of the weak fill the body.

"Well, now my vengeance has been filled. My vengeance is over."

Vlad nods "Uh-huh".

"Let's get to work now. Just die."

Vlad stops where he nodded "Uh-huh". I twisted my neck wondering if I heard wrong and saw William with a very dumb face. There is still a soft grin on its face, and I can't feel hostility or other fine dust where it is.

"Busuri"

From a tearful dialogue, William stabbed Vlad in the leg with natural motion. Vlad doesn't understand what happened.

"Busuri Busuri Busuri"

Flanks, arms, calves...

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!?

Vlad releases a scream. Slowly the blood grew from the stabbing area. But blood doesn't erupt explosively, and there's not one fatal wound.

"No, people die out of the blue. This is all I've ever stabbed. I'm still alive."

At the same time William stopped his hand. Vlad took a rolling distance. The eyes that look up at William are that of the weak. It is an eye that begs for life.

"To stop a person from functioning, you either lose the blood that runs through your body, or you cause significant damage to an organ that is an organ, these are two things. Some organs are superfluous, some are unprofitable, and not generally... No, this is like preaching a theory to God. The Marquis is more familiar with this than I am, isn't he?

"Why!? Isn't your revenge over already!?

"It's over, really. But I'm not done with my job. As you can see, I am cordial with the assassination guild. Do you understand? I'm asking for the job of killing you. This is the job I've been asking for a long time, the first job I've asked to start a business association."

Vlad looked at William with a stunned look. I can't keep up with my understanding. Because if that were true, then our own death would have been confirmed before we met properly. Everything I've ever been to will have been danced at this man's hands.

The pawn I got to go up, but the truth is I was the pawn.

"I don't know my client. There are too many verses in mind, aren't there?

I know William's smile is a mask. Know that everything you have seen is fiction.

"You are a fat pig. I eat myself up in bread while I work. The years for it, the work for me to ascend in the course of my work, you danced well."

"Thank you," William bowed his head. Vlad screams. I don't know what you're talking about. Layer the cod out. Before I go mad, from here on out, it's more of a salvation. Broken, lost heart, in front of falling into a meat doll - kill.

"Secure it to the pedestal there."

Assassin moving with William's life. Hold Vlad around the rampage and anchor him to a pedestal filled with a lot of blood. On the stone pedestal there is a wooden plate. The tree has several holes carved into it, and you can see traces of the industry.

"Hit the pile on both hands and feet. Fixing must be done properly."

Vlad's screaming persists. That, too, Helga, will not leak outside as many victims have done so far. This is Hell, the hall of business that Helga has spoken of and created with her own hands.

"Then, Marquis, I will spare you. I was busy myself too...... woohoo, but too bad. Tomorrow's wedding will have to be postponed. I'm so sorry."

Vlad stares at William with his blood-running eyes. They throw a lot of cursing noise at me. That ugliness comes from weakness. pathetic appearance unlike the strong. No matter how much you fix it, people's nature comes out if you precede death.

This is Vlad von Bernbach's life, its thumbnails. He was weak. I couldn't stand the pain of losing someone I loved. Therefore he was swallowed by the whispers of the devil, and fell into the beast. To the beast of ugly desire. Instead of aiming for heaven, he chose a path that had no end to weakness at the bottom of the earth.

"The massive stabbing wounds you just did will cause you to bleed a little bit and eventually die. Now, if you stop the bleeding, you'll live, but naturally I won't do it. Die loose."

William gracefully turned his back from Vlad. At that moment, an assassin who was nearby blindfolds Vlad. Vlad said, "Wait!" "Do what!?" "Don't leave me! screaming mad," but I don't even know if William is there or not, the darkness that I can't even see.

"Goodbye father-in-law, from tomorrow I will support Bernbach. This is me, Marquis William von Bernbach."

Vlad could roar. I yelled like crazy. Everything I got, everything I had piled up, was taken away. It is the nothingness that has been exposed for being robbed, rather than the anger that has been robbed, that pushes me. True despair that has turned a blind eye with alternatives.

"No. I'll turn it back. Mine, dunno."

I can't stand it even if I know it. There was no power left to face the despair of losing his love to him. I just have to look away and admire my hatred for William. A pitiful vessel, never filled with what you seek from the beginning. A teasing man.

I won't allow the tranquility to go crazy. Flowing blood tides, only the sound of them falling sounds. At first he was screaming if anyone was there, but that's also hard work again. No one responds to the sound, only their echoed voice strikes their ears.

There's nothing more. I don't even want to distort my face to ugliness. I don't have anyone to show it to. You just have to let yourself down to despair. My heart freezes, the pain of horrible loss is more heart-wrenching than death. I can't escape. Even if you don't like it, you have to face it.

"Whoo-hoo, I don't have a face for - anymore, do you?"

At that moment, Vlad died. My mind died before my body died. I understood that I couldn't even meet my beloved again after I died. With these bloody hands, why do you say you hold that tender love? More regret now, irrevocable despair.

Complete death.

Anger, hate, despair of swallowing everything, swallowed my life.

William and the others saw the death of Vlad without being slight. The wretched end that the beast of desire showed, it is our end road to see and think about it. Like the tragic death of Helga, is it an illusion that this dead face looks more pitiful than the many corpses that have piled up to this basement?

"We've already set fire to this mansion. Set aside time. The fire will also rise for the main residence. It was a good job. He'll be satisfied, too."

William never glanced at the white dragon he spoke to, flipping his cape and disappearing from the door of the underground passage. This night is an unforgettable one for William.

I lost my beloved and saw the end of those whom I might have become. I got the beginning, I knew the end. Today is the day the king was born, and - the day the king knew the end, is.

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William set aside time to return to the Bernbach mansion. Before I turned the corner, I heard the deafening voice of the deafening voice. The voice heard from the deliberate crowd, the whining of a girl who could be described as a warm filled symbol.

William let go of a word, "Retreat". Bloody wet white knight, the crowd splits in an instant at the look of it. And what I saw in William's eyes was what I imagined, a sight.

"Hey there!

Marianne, shaken by tears and runny nose, came close to finding William. Where Marianne was, Teresia with a pale face like a noodle, and Wilhelmina, Ernesta, Gabriele, and...

"Tap Victoria! Marianne will do whatever it takes, because she's going to be so much better, so!

Bloodstained Victoria. The sight I had, I know, but I should have known, why is my heart screaming? Why does the voice of the girl in front of you stab me in the heart? I should have known.

Hell to this point. From here, too, he said it was hell.

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On that day, Arcadia was pouring tears of tears. Occasionally, the wind mixes and blows do not make it good for people to walk outside. Everyone was stuck inside. All I could think about on this big storm day was crazy, such as those who go out on purpose.

William walks alone in that. Cold enough to shred yourself. But the man walks gently as if walking in a clear sky. It doesn't mean a lot to a man, such as the cold that his skin feels. It doesn't feel painful to say it's cold.

There's no comparison between the cold that covers the world and the degree of zero that you live in.

Second, William was in that zero degree and touched the only part that left him warm. The burning heat that twitches, this is the warmth of anger.

William stroked his cheek and smiled dry.

Woohoo, I wonder what a fool I was of choice.

Soon after Marianne begged me, one woman stood up. Sorrow crushes his heart, and William is scorched with a scorching eye with its spearhead as anger.

"William Lewis!"

Wilhelmina walks toward William with her blood-running eyes, a beauty with an alternating expression without sorrow and anger. with weeping, plucking, and still gushing sorrow,

"Why couldn't you help?!?

I smashed William's cheek. A scorching bursting sound echoes on the field.

"Stay where you are. Ignore the man and protect him alone. That kid was supposed to be happy from now on, and you were supposed to be happy!

Wilhelmina looses her chest so that she can cling to William. William can't say anything. Nothing, not in my mouth.

"Why!? You're strong, right? No one can beat you, hero's, white knight."

Wilhelmina cried unbearably. I cried in my hateful opponent's chest. I cried, trying to carve my grief into this man, trying to rub it on him at all.

"You can't protect one girl. Wow!

Marianne cried too. Because I saw the look on William's face and realized there was nothing I could do about it when I saw a hero who could do anything to protect me, standing there without a look on his face.

"... What happened to your father?

Theresia asks William in a dry voice.

"Already when I was on my way...... sorry"

Tellegia snorted. Too, there's nothing I can do to end it.

Wilhelmina left William alone. Because today, I know why my beloved sister died, the cause and effect of it.

"Yes, karma."

Theresia knew. what my father was doing repeatedly. Someone who is also a victim of the early years and doesn't even want to see his face if it's true. But the blood is undoubtedly connected, and the work that exceeds his personal tolerance falls on himself, the blood family. I was ready for that. That's why I went to my daughter-in-law and still showed up at the main house.

To carry my spilled business.

But it was Victoria, not myself, who bore it.

"What about my men?

William's question.

"You'll be burned in there. He said there wasn't a single survivor."

"Really?"

Burning flames look for ignition sources and nod their tongues. By the way, by the way, you turn a lot of it into ash so that you can cover it. Swallow everything.

"Who's the bad guy over there?

Tellegia Question.

"A few assassins and... citizens, a mixed unit of slaves. Perhaps a victim of vice."

I guess that's where William's return blood came on. As bloody as Victoria is, so much so that we don't know how many human beings we've slaughtered.

"This one hasn't been so noisy from what I've seen. When it comes to getting hit by even my men in a short time... I can't do it with amateurs, it would be the assassin subject. That's handsome, too. I feel like I was going to take out both of them. The client is a man of considerable grudge against the Marquis, and a man of gold -"

The Bernbach humans watched William, who shows how to think, with an eye for incredible things. Even Marianne, who always sticks around, gets so far away...

"For a long time, you're calm. My sister Victoria says she's dead."

"What I have to do is not disrupt. Find out the truth, capture the bad guys as soon as possible, and sweep the people involved, including his clients, of course. You can grieve later."

Julian and Schulvia, William's men, were also gathered here to perceive the anomaly of the Bernbach mansion. William turns to them.

"Split the grass roots. But look for clues. That's good."

My men scatter. The Bernbach women stared with cold eyes at William's back, which they commanded. Guys always look at me like this.

"Hey, why don't you look at Victoria?

But only Marianne was aware of William's weakness.

William, don't turn around.

"Hang on to your home. It's nothing like that."

William touched his cheek. Painful, mind-wrenching zero to the point where even that fever is spared. Despair runs through your mind as crazy as it seems even over your back. The remaining heat, the heat around you, is driven by the urge to eat everything. Will killing the little Marianne behind you and getting a little warm when you bathe in that blood, will this hunger subside, will this thirst heal, let's say William. If you fall here, you're just like that man.

"Hold on, hold on. Ten seconds, ten seconds, and I'll carry it."

It had a ten-second time until William fixed his mind. Those ten seconds are William's weakness, and those ten seconds require Victoria's weight, a man who says William looks back at reality, and a time when a man familiar with death just sees it for ten seconds. That is the weight of love.

William looks back. Still, stare at Victoria. And I slowly walked out and gently touched Victoria. Take care of that, William, lifting and hugging it as if it were a treasure.

The Bernbach women finally realize there. The young hero in front of us...

"Oh, my God, you're lightening up."

He said he loved you very much. Far deeper than we thought.

"Good luck being you. I'll compliment you."

The warmth of life can't even feel fine dust. Naturally. How long has it been since you died? She was dead long before Tellegia and the others thought. It's getting very cold. There's nothing I can do.

"Is it cold? Mine, I'll give you as much as I want. Mine, take it all."

William infused his embracing favorite with the last warmth he had left. There's nowhere left to go. I'm sure I let her body go, but at the end of the day, an abyss scarier than death would freeze William. That's fine. It has to be.

Because William cut off his beloved to get this cold.

William walks. Don't get lost in the big storm. I'm sure it'll clear up tomorrow. Cloudy weather doesn't look good at the end of that sunflower-like woman. The world grieves today, and I'm sure I'll send it out tomorrow with a smile. I had a feeling about that. So William must also nest tomorrow, in a true sense.

I loved it. The way I got until I cut off your smile, to make it complete.

It was raining. This is the deadspot of Arkas.

"Hey Kyle. Nice day."

"We're gonna get some rest in a warm room on a day like this."

No exceptions are left.

"Promise me, I'll take this as a time limit.

"You want me to kill you?

Because tolerating a connection with them will surely be a betrayal of her love.

"You're dressed like a motivated man."

"I had a hunch. I have a bad feeling. Worst... you hit it."

So slaughtered. Or slashed.

"I'm strong now, aren't I? Probably not any more."

"You'll see. And you really can't help it anymore, and I can see that."

A deep zero degree king reigns in the tower of the corpse. A giant king of struggle erects a great sword.

"I'll kill you! Because that's the only salvation."

"Jump even that. I ascend. Friends, feed my way!

Two kings clash in the storm.