Tower of Karma

"... what's going on?"

Everyone's gaze was gathered on a single offense as they gathered Carl in Hilda, Angelm and Gregor, as well as others such as Jan and Gustav, Shrubia and Lydiane.

The shattering discord of steel, the distorted shadows reflected by splashing sparks. Like dancing, lightly, decisively, sometimes heavily, a storm of sword strikes and dances.

William and Gilberto are engaged in a completely antagonistic battle. Both do their best in silence. Gilberto smiles and mechanically smiles at them with a beautiful sword. What we have in common with both - cold.

Gilberto is the one with no emotions on his face and his sword lit with emotions. William is the one with emotions on his face but not on his sword. Both are cold and isolated from the others.

"Beautiful, too beautiful!

Angelum was hanging up on William's finished sword. It seems to have reached one point of reach while absorbing the evolutionary sword, all sorts of technology, which has changed in a little while. Of course the person would not be satisfied. Trial and error should continue.

But the spirit saw completion. No matter how difficult it is, the laughter doesn't break even though death is imminent. An unwavering iron heart. That's William's strength. Constantly move your head, hold your field of view wide, and do not create a gap to penetrate. Everything about the sword makes sense. Numerous thoughts reside in one hand.

Gilberto is opposite pole. I'm throwing away all my thoughts and just concentrating all my nerves on one point. Exactly the strongest in that respect. There's only one thing I didn't find a chance to win by playing black wolf. It was an incredible sight for its opponent and the White Knight to see each other.

"It's not stronger than the story."

"I'm just stronger than I was when we talked. No, this is a little more than I imagined."

"Both of them. You feel like a genius and a monster. Ha, it's not funny."

The sword of genius is the summit of genius. Of course not without effort in that sword. Still, there was so much naturalness there that I couldn't keep up with the efforts of a regular person. Osvalt's sword supports its nature. Its nature is leaping Osvalt's sword.

The monster's sword was the top of his efforts. It is already in its past form. Extra effort and extra spiritual power. The heart of steel, not moving one eyebrow to be cut off from one thin skin, elevated the striving ordinary man to a monster. Observe the opponent and act optimally. The monster just does it faithfully. The speed at which that optimal is ejected and the accuracy of the optimal solution are ahead of the Supermen.

"... are you going after that?

"I'm not giving up."

Stunning as if breaking the hearts of the beholder. Do it pale and normal. Gilberto's breath is running out. William's breath isn't out yet.

"There'd still be a bottom, wouldn't there? Come kill me, Kensei."

William was discerning that Gilberto still had a way to go. This Gilberto is only a mixed state of will not kill. It's really far from it. That said, this is a complete one-strike. If we have little impurities compared to the battlefield and each other...

(Black Wolf, definitely stronger than Wolf at that point. No, different digits)

Gilberto took a distance and laid down his sword. Ahead of training, we will kill each other.

"That's not like you, Lewis. Cheap provocation."

William also drew intent and laid his sword on the sheath.

"Were you getting a little hot? I'm sorry."

Gilberto. The man in front of me and the heat are both opposite poles, far apart. Until before, the heat remained. Rather, there was more heat hidden within than anyone else. Now, I can't even see that. The more unusual it is from Gilberto's eyes, the more it follows.

"No, it's awesome. You were brilliant, both of you. Arcadia is cheap."

Jan applauds. Whoever follows is about Angelm. Others couldn't afford that.

"If the two of you put together, I wonder if Strakles can handle it."

Gilberto turns away looking bad with William and Bubbles laughing "come" at Lydiane's words. We all have no idea what's wrong with Lydiane.

"Gilberto's lead is a one-horse hit. Even our allies become impure."

Carl explains the contents of the laugh. Not yet explained. Outside of understanding to Lydiane.

"Lewius is stronger on his own if it's for both of us. Of course, if you can hit one with me and" Black Gold, "you'll see to it that you use me... but you won't let me."

Gilberto relaxes the consciousness he was straining. A while ago, that's the big difference I had when I showed him my legs. That was buried in just a few months. I'm about to laugh at that fact. I cut it off just a few weeks ago, and I don't have a response that I'm likely to catch up with then. There was no technological innovation. Well, then...

(What changed was my heart, my wife died and something changed. Is that better, or -)

Jan punches her hands in the pussy as different thoughts swirl.

"Yes, yes, quietly. Well, that settles the main offense. William von Liwius, head of the Second Army Corps, takes overall command in the center. I proved last time that I had to be somewhat strong when I was thinking about Strakless."

Laughing Jan, unlaughable surroundings. Famous defeat even Lydiane knows. It is a sarcastic word to attack with momentum as if it were to destroy Ostberg and a battle bounced back by Strakless. Naturally, it's not funny.

"Two years later, in the spring, a third army led by our Second Army and General Karl was to jointly attack Ostberg. I've already spoken directly to His Majesty with me and Carl. Not a very good way to do it. You can't hide the idea that you're William, and naturally the corner stands. Well, not to His Royal Highness."

"You don't have to. If we win, if we take Strakles' neck, even His Highness will hold his mouth. I'm beyond the top three stars. Who can complain, at the top of the martial arts"

Jan gives a slightly more complicated look.

"You're too proud. You are overpowering Your Highness and hence the royal family. Sooner or later, they'll shrink your feet."

Gilberto's words were never through hostility. Rather, it is heartfelt advice. It is unacceptable for this country to lack a warrior who can cross with himself. I advance because I know I need it. Don't overdo it.

William only praised it, "I'll remember the liver." I felt that no one on this occasion had taken it. Carl and others look very worried.

"Anyway, I want you to do everything in your power to accumulate a year from here. The world will move a lot, but keep in mind that it's a year of patience. It is with trust and anticipation that I have conveyed this to you. It is strictly forbidden to speak out to others, leap on it."

Rarely does Jan speak with a serious face. I have to live a year from now. We need more power than a giant star to win. We need to be prepared to destroy reciprocal nations in the Seven Kingdoms. It's not easy. Two medium-sized nations in the Seven Kingdoms, but history is long with each other. Destroy that history.

"Second Ostberg Strategy. It's the name of the war we make history."

The first is the battle Jan fought and lost. This was genuinely prepared to destroy the opponent, and decided ahead of time on this name to represent his succession to it. A real war, unlike any skirmish we've ever had. Live or die, two years later, one of them disappears from the map.

"So what do we do with this woman? Can I return whoever finds out about it to Garias?

Schulvia's doubts were the best.

"I'm hitting my hands on that.... a little expensive."

William makes a troubled face. Lydiane saw it and erupted.

"Hehe, I would have extended my stay by two years. It's not fair to go back knowing this information. Above all, there's still a lot to learn. Although it turned out to be interesting... you look so funny."

Lydiane chuckles as she points at William's face.

"The story itself is interesting to me. But I don't feel comfortable talking to His Highness."

Jan, who knows the story, laughs bitterly. Lydiane was nibbling all the time.

"I'm going to Garias before winter breaks. A little over six months from where he was, a seal arrived telling him to deal with the king in Gallias until winter. Keep pushing this guy from yourself, and now you're the snail who's using it as a shield to threaten me. I don't like the guy named Gaius."

"Haha, that would be the best compliment ever. Tell His Majesty I'll be delighted."

"Give me a break"

It was the others who wanted to say it. Six months with William missing, it'll never be easy. I was looking at William with an incredible face, except for Angelum, who in another way would cease to exist.

"This condition can only be swallowed. If you say no, you'll make an alliance with Ostberg, because you had a non stylish threatening complaint. This has also been reported to His Majesty. I'm going to report to Her Royal Highness with me and William, Miss Lydiane."

Jan turned to everyone again.

"Look, William, you're missing, this is adversity. For once, we can keep it a secret, but there's no guarantee that it won't leak. If it were known, naturally other countries would attack. But this is also a good opportunity. William, if I survived this situation without you, your powers would leap. You eat the experience he was supposed to eat."

Everyone's face changes. Yes, this is a good opportunity. For a year, the perfect environment to build strength. If you build up drills in this, it will surely help the war that is in the year after that.

"William, at this time, learn everything from King Gaius. That man is a non-standard king. It would be the best thing you eat right now. [M] You are the best. [M] I think so."

Jan spread her hands wide open.

"Come on, it's still a long winter, but a year from here, let's make it the best year! It is both a feminine year and a leap year. I look forward to your efforts! I'll take a good look at it!

Gustav slapped Jan on the head.

"Try your best, too."

"You're right. I'll do my best."

William's inner heart was complicated. The truth is I was going to try this year. On a wall called a giant star. I was ready for that. In the end, even if one incident at Gallias once again tied himself up as a snail. It was frivolous. At least what I could have avoided right now.

(Well, I'll learn from you. Superpowers to the bone marrow. I'll make you regret giving me a chance, Gaius!)

William also turns his thoughts to the future where he decides to switch his thoughts again.

In Arcadia, the arrival of spring is the switch of the year, but in Garias, today, tomorrow is the change. It is the turn of the period, the end of the year, and the beginning of the year. By the way, Aquitania imitates that too.

Not even William can foresee what this past year will be like as the vortex gradually expands. That's why William thinks it's funny.

Either a presence emerges that kills itself, or William ended a warm year with distorted hopes. What will William carve in the coming New Year, still a war-torn world? Every country moves with all intents. Who controls it?

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"What's wrong with you?

Jan's appearance, illuminated by all manner of swinging street lights, was a very ordinary expression.

"Hey, Jan. Are you the one who killed Vlad?

What is inscribed in Gustav's appearance is pity. Deep, far, always under 'That Face' he was troubled. Floating or potent, just the difference on the front side.

"All of a sudden. You think I'd say that if I did?

The time is already late at night. Drink, eat and train with your men, this time if you realize it. There are no figures around. No sign of anything.

"If you were doing it, good. I think I should. But if you're not, you're looking at..."

Shh, Jan's sword that everyone in his men thought was a decoration. It was so smooth and so beautiful that it was unwilling to block it, and the sword was accompanied by Gustav's throat.

"No prying. No matter how much you are."

"Whether you push it, give it to me, that would be a heavy load! I didn't even know that time. With all this, I can guess."

"Your thoughts are shallow. It is only a crossing point for him, such as Vlad. But at the same time, it was a path that had to pass. On the contrary, it was only a comfort to me to kill that man. Revenge is crap. It's tantamount to devaluing her with your own hands. If it's a crossing point, it's better if it has to go through."

"Let me bear the burden of the last living meaning to you. But?

"It's not a burden on him, Vlad or anything. What was really heavy was her. He cut everything off in order to reach where he wouldn't have reached if he hadn't"

Jan sighs and lays down her sword. Gustav sees the incident next to himself at the time. He is the only one in the living who knows what Jan took the sword for and went up with his whole body spirits, through impossibility but for Strakless's neck.

"I can't even protect you anymore. I can only support the way he's going. I'm always too late. You'll never get this sword."

Jan was hearing the back of the tragedy from the Assassin Guild. With it came a timeless request. Consolation given birth by fatigue in the north. I wasn't trying to kill the monster Vlad, who was getting darker by mistake, driven by his fury. I just asked if I could somehow kill that one and become bored.

If that produced this result, it would still be a comedy, not a tragedy.

"I should have left Arkas looking for him. I should have gone to see him when I found out he worked for the bookstore. I shouldn't have been humbled by self-immolation. We made it, Gustav. I had a chance to make her wish come true. I just didn't do it. I wonder how funny it is, a man named Jan von Zeke."

Kirinko, who sees everything, was blinded by love. That's why I lost everything.

"I can't support you by my side."

"No. If I were here, it would be a wall. All you have to do is empty your chair when you need it. So he makes things happen. Take care of things I couldn't. I didn't doubt myself for believing I was a genius, I crashed trying to fly with her, but he can't go wrong anymore"

"How can you say that?

"'Cause you can dump the most important thing for a crappy world."

Jan smiled just a little proudly.