Tower of Karma

"William, would you mind asking me to use you for a moment?"

"Depending on the content, if it's not impossible, it's difficult."

"Not good enough to be vigilant. Come and have a little fun with Arkland."

"... Huh?

William, intervene in the battle against Arkland as the use of the Innovation King. Of course, you can't be known by another country, so wear heavy armor so that you can't grasp the full face helmet and body line firmly. I can't change my stomach on my back because it's hard to move.

"Don't stare, Lütes, Eurydice."

"Will you not order me? Arcadian earthlings."

"Oh, that being said, Your Majesty, you cannot refuse."

"Sister! Lütes, Lütes is sad!

William sighs. This is also part of the cleanup. The cleaning of politics is currently being carried out by Gaius in a progressive fashion. William would like to be entrusted with the cleaning of the martial arts.

"Can we afford to raise some manual idiots on our Apollonia opponents?

That's Apollonia. I can tell right away from a distance. The atmosphere was too slippery while the strength of the individual was also increased. The air is burning. Morale increases to the point where you are so illusioned. Look at the queen's back. The knights burn again.

"Vortex of enthusiasm, one calm guy in it...... stay alert"

William was sensing something heterogeneous lurking on the Arkland side. Will it reach William in disguise, or will it become a one-sided game, ravaged, just like all other elephants?

Put them in the corner of your head temporarily and think about how to fight the enemy in front of you.

A mysterious man sent by Gaius began to dance in the great flames.

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Ravaging Strakles and those who seek to hold them back. Gregor, Angelm, Shrubia, the monster who pushes the combination of the three without anything. On the contrary, all three of them bear a deep hand and are forced to leave temporarily.

The Ostberg army finally broke through the south gate, which was the main entrance, with numerous deaths. I was wondering if the squad led by Strakless would be able to get into the game at once.

"Yes..."

"- I won't let you!

Gilberto, and the Osvalt brothers of Herbert, assaulted Strakless from left to right. Usually the fighting power that falls hard just because the others mixed up, then Gilberto in that place was able to give the same power as when he was alone, even though it was a lie between the two of them.

"Stop me, children!

Gilberto's talent crosses. The sword technique is beautiful even though it is on horseback. And it is Herbert's sword that plainly sustains that sword. The difference between others who are impurities and Herbert is that they repair the same sword, and that the sword is of a level sufficient for trust.

"I'm not giving up this land! From now on, I will never give in again, giant star!

A land called Laconia that was rocking between the two countries. Herbert could yell that he would never give it to him again. Gilberto also keeps his sword in tune as he responds.

"If that's what you want, I'll help you out as much as I want! Before I was Osvalt's successor, I was the general of Arcadia!

The anomaly of pushing the strakless back. Herbert's dedication was the biggest driving force behind it. My brother, who was as longing as my father, supports me on the spot. A much greater sense of security than when alone elevates the sword to further heights.

Osvalt's brothers once showed it bouncing back even allowing the enemy to break in. Strakles explores the memories of being pushed back with strength in front of the winning opportunity. Deep memories that don't exist if you don't go so far back before you become a general. First sense of defeat in a long time.

"Has Kensei risen beyond time? Be even stronger, of"

The giant star laughed that even that was just right for drowsiness.

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William watched the battlefield with admirable thoughts. The soldier of Galias, his level of skill is still the best of the Seven Kingdoms. I think again, their excellence, the thickness of the layers of the country they call Garias.

(There is the power to ensure that instructions are fulfilled and to respond to unforeseen circumstances. Each soldier is aware of his or her position, role and explores the best moves in it. Well worth the move, good soldier)

Lower Hundred Generals, Hundred Candidates Aiming Up Under It. Their presence was the strength of the country to say Garias. Excellent, for the first time I have tried using the high total power that would be common in any country. All the bad sides stood out in the previous King's Council, but the high average was still something that was out of the picture.

(I can't lose. If they are all together...)

William was looking at the map of the battlefield. That's Garias, along the border but also creating a perfect topographical map. This is one of the strengths again.

(MEDRAUGHT OF GARNIAS. Blaine to support the present Arkland as the hidden son of the Knight King. Good finger. Young, powerful, honest. I am learning Garias well)

William practiced fighting the way Garias did without letting himself out on the battlefield to this point. We are reading through Galias' textbooks, from the latest edition to the oldest, at the time of the King's Conference, from which we select and point around the best hand. This is also to hide oneself, but at the same time it is an act to learn Garias more deeply in action by placing restrictions.

(The opponent is learning to interact with Gallias' best Daltanian. Inevitably, the latest hand is countered, and under this restriction we have to deal with it with old pointing. this is funny now)

Medraut has not yet reached his domain. The pride of being just as handy as this, follow me there first. This was William's challenging letter.

(Gaius is going to clean the liver area while I'm away. I didn't know you'd let me help you out with all that and show you the funniest part...... well of course, but still it's not funny. Then it's good enough to have fun, right? Enjoy it, it'll serve my purpose. Ten years away, sow it)

William moves a pawn on the map imitating his own army. So far, it is quite a disadvantage, a form that Medraut has handled well. Daltanian, lacking boltose, Lütes, Eurüdice are non-cooperative. Against is almost all of Arkland's power. There were significant differences in terms of quality. Just having one Apollonia is a big difference in morale.

"I'm sorry, Mr. William. I'm strong, the king's left and right."

A hundred generals with an atmosphere of war bowed their heads to William. William returns it as "I don't mind." It is also true, though, that it is getting painful. There was a current situation where Medraut was also beginning to learn and cope with old hands.

"Votigan's surprise raid has seized Yale's three hills, the third. Apparently, Apollonia's main unit is joining us here and starting to form positions."

And Medraut bites William's throat. Here in the Yale region there are three hills that are profitable to take as a position. One is where Williams and the others are now. The other was where Apollonia was originally headquartered. And the third, the takeover here is the battle, the liver in the middle. There was a rush to attack and assault the enemy formation by making it look like it would be taken.

At once, the battlefield leans towards Arkland.

"What is Eurydice doing? That position is part of the third response."

"Tristram and I are still engaged. He said he'd noticed, but he didn't have room to deal with it."

I'm sending reinforcements to Eurydice before that. You would also understand the priorities. He turned down reinforcements and prioritized individual fights without responding. It is an obvious accent. Outside of William's thought that Eurydice would do better anyway if Lütes.

(... that woman fox, now you were after me?)

It was Eurydice who wore the cat. This is a clear betrayal. Of course, there are minimum excuses available, and I'm not willing to blame them. Above all...

(Fair enough. Another one drops and is worth playing)

Now finally equal, William was immersed in a sea of comfortable thoughts as he pawned. Sea of knowledge, floating are innumerable dots, connecting are a glimmer of light.

William pawned unconstructively.

That's a pawn that hasn't moved once since the formation of the main formation.

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"At first I thought the king's brain, Salomon, had come out. Because it was clearly different from the Daltanians, and the soldiers felt a little old. But I was convinced by today's offense. The enemy is a man who can use old tactics while also striking strong attacks. It's not old Salomon."

My own army, the Arkland side, was also delighted to seize the third of the three hills. During that time, the main formation of the enemy, which had been immovable until now, suddenly raided the second hill and seized this. A major shock that the Arkland side is securely defending, even though it has moved the main formation. Both sides, especially the Garias side, shed a lot of blood.

"Human damage gets bigger that way. Garias spared his talent for some reason and was a rare widow, he didn't think he was going to attack. I could not assume that there would be a powerful general capable of accomplishing that. My fault."

No one attacks Medraut. I won the third today because of Medraut's measures, and because of Medraut's ability to fight this far. Advanced warfare on a continent that was not in Garnia, only Medraut is able to cope.

"The first and second hills are difficult to work with. Distribute your power in two, even though you are an oligarchy. It's a foolish trick. You just have to crush it one by one."

Euphemia was firmly aware of the current situation. Of course the others understand. The question is why did the enemy choose such a situation? Did you just stick to the position, because it was taken away and exasperated, or do you have some other aim?

"It's not easy. The opponent has not shown a gap so far. Even this time, it's like Tristram could have taken it because he was holding it back. That opponent doesn't move without a reason."

Medraut was thinking.

"Well, that's good. Neither does the king's left or right tingle. I think it's the last scratch."

"Eurydice, pull back somewhere, he's not responding."

Different faint discomfort. The ingredients are small, I don't even feel the smell outside on the other soldier. Still, there were materials that could derive the answer. The faint dots and dots, how can I connect my thoughts there? If you don't notice quickly, that can be fatal.

Only the finger, Medraut, was finding its way to the size of the enemy. No, silently arming Apollonia may also be feeling something again.

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"What, call Master Lütes. Praise me for taking the position, or what? I'll tell you what, even I know that this position doesn't make sense. It doesn't make any sense what you did."

William takes his gaze off the book and turns his gaze to Lütes, who came into the tent.

"It makes sense. I don't know because your horizons are narrow and your thoughts are shallow."

"Huh? I'm fighting and selling to this guy. Fine, I'll buy it!

Lütes swirled his spear and pointed it at William.

"If I die, we lose this fight."

"In the Yale region. You just have to win elsewhere. D'Artagnan, whether around Boltos will come back or send in a massive reinforcement, no matter how you fall, Gallias will win at the end of the day"

"Is that a favor? The king's left and right hears and shudders. You have the ingredients to beat here, but you ignore them and wait for people to help you. That's stalemate. The disease that the country that says Garias is suffering from right now, you are exactly the pathogen. Things without progress will soon perish."

Lütes' spear stretched all the way to William's nose tip. Not so skilled that I don't know how I erased the intermission, that's Garias' best spear figure, Dada.

"Is that all the will is?

"You don't want to win? I'm telling you I can win."

"How do you expect me to flip out of this situation? Your sister and I split up, and you can't win! Why does His Majesty only give me soldiers in the first place?

Lütes' spear is exactly Garias One. The soldier was inferior to the other three, but he had the knowledge to remember his youth, his skill, and his textbooks well and to be able to move along with them. The basics are held down and force is the strongest of its generation. He was therefore chosen to be left and right of the king.

"Don't be sweet, kid."

William grabbed the tip of the spear. There is blood on my hands. But the spear doesn't move.

"Surely Garias is a superpower. But that advantage won't last forever. Even the widows come out when they have to win. Is that where you turn the same way? I don't have a good guy. Not enough people. So I can't help losing."

Lütes was stunned. And I finally recognized the monster in front of me. Cold, too cold gaze. Behind those eyes lies a void of absolute zero.

"What are you standing here for? What are you carrying here?

Only one king reigns at the end of the void. With our own king, the same and completely different, the king was at his place. I can't lie or deceive. They spot everything.

"Be strong, the king's right leg, Lütes of 'Disease'. And win. That's your responsibility."

Lütes had no choice but to affirm. The answer they want is consistent with what they wanted to do. To the presence that I wanted to be, that is not required of the soldiers of Galias, that is a hero who will grasp victory. Lütes' secret dream.

Probably spotted by the man in front of you.

"I'll show you how to win. You be a hero."

That's why it's Lütes. It's not Eurydice, it's me.