Tower of Karma

Kyle's sword stopped. Kyle's eyes dwell in a sad light.

"Retreat, Favela. The only way to save Al is to kill him."

It was always Favela who stopped the two of them fighting the last time. I'll crack it in the same this time. And I guess you say it. "Reconciliation," to short. But today is different than before. We're both ready. Neither of us is willing to stop.

"This guy isn't fat enough to forget everything and throw it out. I accept things that don't fit my way of life, things that are warm and full, and I'm not clever enough to separate them from exceptions. This guy is stupid, dumb, gentle, clean... clumsy."

Weakness spilled out of Kyle's eyes. Kyle puts force on his hand. The more postponed this way, the more days Al and I spend running around our brains. When we lost everything and began to carve through the days filled with smiles, we occasionally stopped and stood together as we walked our way -

"Too late. I should have killed you sooner."

Kyle's determination remains the same.

"I know that,"

Still, Favela's eyes speak of not retreating.

"Kyle, shut up."

"This is a matter for both of us. You..."

"No. Three problems. Problem with me, you and, Al, William Lewis"

Kyle frowns. I can't grasp that intention that Favera, who has so often passed in Al, dared to call William.

"It's me and Kyle's problem here and now. In a few moments, I'll just have to think about you guys. No man is better than Kyle. It's time for you to consolidate yourselves."

William's cheek plays a bursting sound. Same part as where I was hit by Wilhelmina yesterday, this time not as easy as a nobleman's courtier. My mouth is cut and my blood spills.

"I will. So I won't let you slaughter me."

The color floating in Favela's eyes dwelt the same color as Kyle's. The colour of sorrow, and the colour of parting. Kyle - finally guessed the intention.

"Stop it Favera, more than that...... don't say anything!

"What do you think Kyle is? Friends? Best friends? Master of the Sword? He listens to anything you say...... a convenient person?

"Stop it!"

Kyle's stillness is also empty, and Favela continues her words.

"I don't know what you've piled up. I'm sure it's very heavy. I really want to keep it with someone, but no one can stand its weight, and I have no choice but to carry it. The more it becomes a way of life, the heavier things."

William looks around with a slight suspicion of behavior. As if to distract you from something, if you look straight at it, it breaks. I want to run, let me go, kill me,.

"You're about to rub it all against Kyle. Kyle would be able to carry it. Kyle should be able to stand it. Even carry your life. Kyle will continue to live."

William had a dry grin. The world of zero degrees, the last castle crumbles away. Exception during an exception that says the world of the three. It was an absolute realm. It was with William who thought he was connected, even if he was away. Rather, William was the one who depended on that relationship.

"How do you think Kyle's going to live with you? You think you'll be happy? You think you're that strong? Hey, answer me, answer me! William Lewius!"

Favera was crying. I distort my face more than I've ever seen before, and the emotions that I've been hoarding, freezing explode. Dark family business from the moment of birth, freeze your heart and consolidate your face with multiple faceless expressions. That's how I've lived.

"Hey, are you hurt?

'Don't worry about it. Touch it and I'll kill you.'

'I don't like being killed. But I don't care. You're beautiful, and I want friends.'

'... idiot?

'Yeah, they say that a lot. I also get a good whip. I'm Al. What about you?

"............... Favela"

"Nice to meet you, Favela. Look, I'm gonna carry you, okay? Let the lady see '

Exceptions to Favela. From this moment on, Favela's life began to color. An important treasure for Favera. I've never forgotten this encounter, my relationship from here, everything, everything. I will never forget it again. But...

"Kyle's weak. Much weaker than you believe. You think someone who can carry a lot of heavy stuff would live this way? This is all he has, even if he's so strong. For the three of us, I can't do this any more. The delicacy is the same for Kyle. Yeah, a lot weaker than you, Kyle."

That's why Favera chose. I was happy because Al was there. Because I was able to find someone from the bottom of my heart who could be called an exception, the "two of us".

"I, being selfish, choose one over losing two. You can laugh that it's vulgar. But I can't live alone anymore. You made me do that. This is the weakness you gave me."

Favera smiled. Storm clears. The light shines from the clearance of cloudy weather. There is no more delusion. This water is a tear that Favera shed, and it's the same thing that's spilling out of Kyle's eyes, and it's spilling out of William's eyes.

"So sorry. I won't let Kyle kill me. I won't even allow you to kill Kyle. That's my choice. I liked you. I still like it. But..."

Favela breathed in heavily. Shine the light, to grab tomorrow.

"Goodbye."

Kyle dropped his sword. Lay down your eyes and just be ashamed of your helpless self. Right now, I don't like myself to be relieved that I didn't have to kill you. I can't help but hate my weakness.

The last time I ended it, it wasn't Kyle or Al, it was Favela.

(Wait! Please don't leave me alone! I'm weak, too! Hey, come on, save me! Favela, you can have me, you can have me, you can have me.

The last castle collapsed completely. Nowhere in my mind is there any more warm stuff left. The abyss is secretly waiting with a big mouth open. My heart screams, thirsty, hungry, eaten. Fill this abyss with whatever it is, something. Whatever. If anything goes in there.

"Take me..."

William felt like something was about to spill out of his mouth. Favera carried me the last pain. What more do you want? Don't forget. This is my way of life. Someone didn't force me. Seeds that I have fallen, flowers that I have blossomed.

"No, it's nothing. Can I ask you one last thing, Kyle?

"Oh, what?

William breathed heavily. Like engraving this last time into your chest.

"Did I get stronger?

Kyle wets his tears. My best friend welcomes me to my true nest. I'm sure he won't really come back to us. He's dead, and we can't get to the same place. I had a feeling about that.

"Oh, I'm strong. Stronger than anyone but me. So don't beat anyone."

"Right. Ha, I'm confident. Thanks Kyle.... you bothered me"

William stood up on his own feet. From now on, along with being prepared to walk on your own. The last sweetness disappeared and the last exception disappeared.

"Thank you Favela. And goodbye."

Favela couldn't help but lay her face down. William looks at it and smiles. I was always helped by her strength. Even today. In the end, it was always two men who were feminine. I sincerely appreciate it. Stop yourself. Send yourself out.

"I'll pay this debt back someday. That's not because we're friends. Because a human being named me doesn't make borrowing better. Well, I hope I don't have to give it back."

William picks up the sword. I delivered it to my sheath and turned my back on both of them.

"I'm gonna get everything! Wealth, status, fame! Everything! You two just have to live carefully and carefully! Make it even for children, and live the life you had at your height, just like all the ordinary people out there! I, the man who gets the world, live in a different world!

A separate word. About the end, a little, even a vanity. Let's stand up nicely.

"I'm going to create a world where you people live. I'm gonna be king of this country!

And one step, another step, away from the last line.

Two people who will shut it off and drop it off. I tried to speak up many times. I know that back is trembling with loneliness. I also know that face is wet in tears. I know what it is. Because the three of them are best friends. And because of my best friend, we have to break up.

"Watch my back. I will make you all happy!

Loneliness invades you. Now there's no escape. Everything disappeared. But for wonder and wonder, I was able to naturally accept its coolness. Cold, lonely, still forward. The path taken by William becomes the King's Road. Everyone walks through it and becomes a country.

This is where it all started.

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"I'm home now. Are you ready for tomorrow?

William speaks to Victoria. A cold, dim room, the candlestick doesn't even light one fire. It was also similar to the void that William held.

"I broke up with my best friend today. Probably was just putting it off forever. It's not harder than when I lost you, it's true. So don't look at me like that."

William has Victorian hair. Dead, clear fingers. Makes me want to be stroking all the time.

"Theresia must be guessing something. Even today, I've smelled it. Ha, don't worry about that. That guy is smart. It's not just emotions, it's people who can move at a loss. She understands exactly who can protect Bernbach in this situation right now. You gave me everything. Life, love, everything... I won't take any more. You're my next most important thing, I'll protect you."

William cheeked on Victoria. A slightly scented incense of flowers. Suck that all over your chest. And when I left, I spoke lightly to my forehead.

"As long as you don't interrupt my path, they're all your loving family, the ones who were supposed to be my family. Sleep safe. Death that you don't need is yours alone. With my favorite."

William began reading a book that had been piled up near Victoria's body. It was cold, enjoying one living, one dead, and the last time in a space where winter eroded.

Tomorrow, a permanent farewell will come with the funeral.

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The funeral ended inconnectly. Marianne served as the first to soil the body. My sisters give me a sad look when I see them soil little by little and little by little as they cry. In the meantime, William was always faceless. Keep your eyes open with no one even when soiling.

Some people call that ruthless. Some say publicly, why don't you show me even one of your tears?

Don't you have feelings for the White Knight?

"No, rumors say he killed the Marquis Jurgen. In this case, apparently, the mastermind was Lord Jürgen, who cut right into the mansion with all the evidence and slaughtered all his family, including those who resisted."

"Is that true? If so, it's a horrible story."

Those who lurk their voices and are interested in rumours. Look at the scratched William and get certainty that the rumors are correct. In fact, the rumor had hit the big frame. Originally, things were moving in a formula that put on all the sins in this matter to those who were manipulating the culprits who kidnapped Marianne.

It is true that he infiltrated the Marquis Jurgen's mansion yesterday before his duel with Kyle and slashed all his family. The purpose would be to seal off the testimony, the Marianne case would not be escaped, but there would naturally be no admission in this case. I therefore slashed him first.

All you have to do is give it after all the physical evidence and fabricated evidence of the time, all the people and things. It's also a good situation to have an excuse for leaving yourself to anger emotions.

"No blame. The death of a family member is a legitimate punishment if sin is a fact. There will be no more complaining than it is a matter between the Marquis. Have you shown love and loyalty with passion?"

Loyalty to the Lord, love for those who were supposed to be wives, revenge plays that showed both of these. It also showed the horror of the White Knight. Intelligence gathering ability and sword arms as well.

William doesn't shed a single tear. Now, his wounds speak of the depth of that love. It was really given to Kyle, but it still doesn't work out where he uses it this way.

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The funeral came to an end and it was time for everyone to mourn the deceased, and from there it was time to represent the ugliness of the nobility. Many nobles push before William, and they all encourage William in tears. "It's been tough." "Are you okay?" "You can always count on me," he stuffs William with his eyes shimmering.

The aim is to deepen our relationship with William, who has become free. If you look closely, most nobles are bringing their daughters. I lost my wife, and so did the ostensibly Lord. In an attempt to enter the gap, the nobles form a flock.

"That's ugly. I can't stand to see."

Gilberto, who was in the queue, throws up. Hilda next door looks the same.

"There's no way Master William is going to deal with those elephants right now."

Angelm mocks them. Next to it Gregor sighed.

"You're a little too radical. Has it gotten any worse lately?

"You have William's deficiency. Because this is what believers are."

Hilda shakes her head for Christ's sake. Angelum kept staring at William without even looking at him like that. The lonely king I was seeking returned. I would have liked you to come back with your own hands if I could, but Angelm thinks I should not say luxury at this point.

The fact is that I cut it off with my own hands, but only Angelm would be happy to know that. Because what Angelum wants from William is exactly what the King looks like.

"You're gonna crack a bunch of nobles. Here comes the Heavenly One."

At the end of Gilberto's gaze were three heavenly men with Herbert, Jan and Karl escorts. Three men stand before William: First Prince Felix, Second Prince Airhardt, and Eleonora, Princess. William bowed his head in a way that broke his knee and flowed.

"Raise your face"

When William looked up, he saw Eleonora grinning sadly.

"You were unhappy. No matter how strong the White Knight is, the range of his hand is limited. It was a sad event. I hope it doesn't break and I hope to get up again."

Felix also spits a gracious word, though he is blurry. Around the perimeter, the noise is louder. It is rare in itself for Felix to throw these words, against the rise of a generation or two that he hates furiously, which makes it a rarer story than he has ever heard.

"Take your time off. It is good to rest and rest until you can fight again. [M] Winter is long, we still have time. Not only do I expect a lot from your resurgence. Isn't that right, folks?

Three generals nodding at the words of Airhardt.

"Slowly, rest your heart. And also, let's read a book together. If your heart can heal and you can relax reading books. Yes, I'm your friend."

The sorrow that pervades Eleonora's words, and her fraternity for the White Knight. That represented the depth of their relationship. The nobles see through it as they wish. If you do anything wrong...

"I think my wife would be delighted to have you all here. Thanks again."

William bows his head again. The sisters, relatives, also bowed their heads.

"Bye. Say it again and again, but rest slowly."

Continuously the attendees walk away, skinning the airhardts leaving. Beyond what His Royal Highnesses have told you to rest, any act contrary to it will be against the will of the royal family. Either way, we sow this place and invite it to a party in the inner circle before it is a battle.

"Thanks to you, it has been a grand ceremony. I thank you."

"My family didn't even have time to mourn because of me. I'd rather apologize."

William and Theresia stand side-by-side. The other sisters were taking their seats off with Marianne and Ernesta, who showed no sign of stopping crying. I was looking at this one like what Wilhelmina said, but at a glance of Tellegia I went down.

"My father was a man who should have been killed. Poor guy who lost his mother and went crazy"

"The matter will never come to the table. I have exhausted quite a few hands. I was wondering if you wouldn't be able to walk the path of the surface."

"Yes, from what... thank you"

Theresia looks up at the sky where yesterday's storm cleared like a lie.

"Karma, I was ready, too. One day this malicious reward will come, he said. We are also responsible for our failure to stop malice. But why, that girl."

Telagia's vision clouds. William dared not gaze.

"We survive, that kid dies. I wonder if there's such an irrationality."

"It doesn't even seem so irrational. Neither Victoria nor Marianne, even you, will be the same for those who were drunk by that man's malice. equal, an object of return of malice. I used that one as my back shield, and I would be the same."

"Yeah, right. Exactly."

Tellegia shuts up. I'm sure she was going to get Vlad's malice, its reward. So many of my sisters kept showing their faces, even after they left home. I couldn't stop myself from surviving and my sister, who I didn't know, dies. Such a tragedy cannot be done.

"I'll let the house inherit from Wilhelmina. He's laid on that kid's ass. He's a weak lord, but because he's the kind man he expected. That's enough."

"Okay. I will advise you on the inheritance of the land."

"Please. For you, I don't think you need it anymore."

"That's not true. For me..."

Theresia peeks into William with her shooting eyes. William took a breather and turned to Theresia.

"What kind of answer would you like?

"First of all, why don't you tell Bernbach?"

"I want to be able to disperse these as much as I can and manipulate them with my own hands, a small country that I have recently dropped, and the land that I will be getting in the war. Bernbach is, I can tell you, a very convenient house. While I'm in control."

William looked in his hand lightly. No, I thought it would be better if I showed this place and proceeded the way I wanted. I can't help but say it in vain to someone I'm somewhat guessing at in the first place.

"I see. You want me to be a convenient hideout?

"Yeah, you're right. I won't let you lose it, and this is the only way for you."

The relationship between Bernbach and William today is an interdependent state. It was the status quo, or good relationship, which was quite painful, whichever was lacking.

"Fine. I'll tell that kid's husband about this. One more thing, you'll have to answer."

"I wish I could answer that."

"Did you love Victoria?

Tellegia Question. What comes to mind in that eye is something similar to a plea.

"Whatever. From now on, the woman I love more deeply than that won't show up. I can assure you."

William answered confidently. Only this answer to this question can be assured without a backdrop. That's why I cut it off.

"Yeah, I'd love to."

Theresia grinned sadly and turned her back on William. And start walking. One, two steps, William stares at its back.

"If you and that child, you weren't William of Lucitania, and that child wasn't Bernbach's, would you have been happy?

Perhaps this is an inquiry I was going to keep within. William is certain. Theresia is aware of it. That I am not William of Lucitania. I'm assuming you approached home to avenge Vlad. One thing about this one, maybe he thinks the real bad guy is William.

Arlett's brother and Bernbach's daughter, asking what would have happened otherwise. William cruises for a moment. What do you think in return for an inquiry, it drives you to a corner of your head once. The question is what I think and what I think.

"As long as I'm me, as long as he's him, it ends the same."

It's no different than if it were Bernbach. As long as Victoria tries to love it best, as long as William tries to be king, it is an inescapable destiny.

"... that's pathetic"

Tellegia walks away. Only William stands in front of the grave.

"Pathetic, huh? What do you say, your choice? Seeing all this moaning, is there still any stray in your mind? Wouldn't it have been better for him to be here earlier today than anyone else, the man who hit me first? Good man. I loved you deeply."

William throws words without looking at the grave.

"You wouldn't have chosen me until you made your precious family cry."

William looks up to heaven. Hateful sunny weather.

"I know. Still, you chose me. I asked for you, too. I'll give you all of mine. If you're dead and still in love, take it."

A glimmer of rain spills over William's cheek. Heaven is abominably clear, and there is no excuse. Still, William breaks it off as rain.

"My love, I'm leaving everything here. Farewell, Victoria, my love."

Time to move on. The world is beautiful. Let's move on. That is at least the way to go.

The last warmth spills. And complete.

The true king, the one who leads the foolish.