Tower of Karma

Airhardt was satisfied with the effect of the measures he had struck himself. The fact that I am loved, recognized, and not overlooked by higher order beings than myself, the King of Innovation. It was an unforgivable thing for a man who would have chosen it from the moment he was born and held the throne as a matter of course.

Plus, I have a feeling it sprouts from my feet. Airhardt gained certainty when a man named William did not extrapolate himself to the Admiral and gave that seat to Carl.

(A man named William Lewis, the general's seat is not the goal)

If the general was the goal, it could have been as much. You just have to rely on yourself in the first place. I'll make you pay for that, and wear a collar, but not so narrow as not to do about the Admiral's chair. No, it wasn't narrow.

(I stepped on it and pushed Carl when he said there was a way to turn it upside down. I was wondering if the crack would create a gap in the measure, but he pushed the back of a powerful man and let go of the decision beating, rather than loosely missing it. At that time, there was no way to spare that seat on his face)

If its place is the goal, the atmosphere of disappointment that is bound to spill over no matter what happens before the building. William didn't have that. The dust never stood to smell either.

(I have lived in the political world since the moment I was born. It's not just you, I'm good at reading people's complexions, too. So I finally figured it out. Your aim ahead -)

We were adorable while we were benefiting ourselves. A lovely animal had evolved into a vicious beast that, if we realized it, combined fangs and nails. No, I don't think he was willing to hit me in the head from the beginning. It's not the same as this, a greed for the general. If that's the way to go, then that's the kind of atmosphere you should get when you still couldn't sit in the Admiral's chair.

(The throne shall be noble. The pile of history, the weight of blood, is not enough to get there. You can't do this, Mr. William. Just give up and apologize to me and I'll forgive you. I'm generous and I love the talent I can use. of course, only to be lower than me)

Much damage has been done to the spark-scattered regions, but that is only trivial for Airhardt. Whether a strange region is swallowed by war or not, what matters is the government that is taking place in this king's capital. I never go to the scene. I don't even know the scene.

So...

"Your Highness, we have a serious report!

"What a noise. What happened? What happened?

Airhardt didn't notice. No, William didn't make me notice.

"The Second Army, led by Captain William Legion with the snowmelt, began marching, crushing enemy strongholds one after another, and General Yang silently followed the move. Momentum doesn't stop!

Airhardt's room peeled off. Shaking scaffolding, budding hostility.

"Why? He took his hands and legs. I haven't given Jan any useless soldiers either. The Second Army stationed in Laconia should not be strong enough by any means. Just protect it, even..."

William's move is a rebellion against himself. I would have forgiven him if I had grown up. Swear allegiance to yourself and you'll be as adorable as before. Now, there is no longer an option to say that we will have a white knight in the airhardt for too clear a rebellion.

"What is Strakles doing!? Wasn't that all that rampant last year!

I can't afford it.

"The details are unknown, but we are in the war. Still, we're winning."

"Stupid, more and more impossible!

There can't be.

Because those who are trying to threaten their place of standing are right there.

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William looks down at Strakless from the stronghold he took, its yakura. I won't be blinded by the brilliance like I was then. Nor do I despair of the difference in power, as I did then. I'm on par with you, I was staring at the monster under my eyes with that in mind.

"At least the troops are mutually reinforcing."

Strakles had no choice but to retreat. Because there was no gap in front of the spreading enemy formation. The battlefields that are raging across the wide area, the forces that cover them, are antagonistic to each other. And because of the difference between the people who direct it...

"And the conductor is better up here. Then there's no element to lose."

No matter how strapless you say it is, it is difficult to beat through a thick formation of archers and crossbowmen. It's not impossible, but it bears the corresponding depth, and this base is not important enough to fit the bill. Most importantly, we've lost almost everything but here.

Strakless has plenty of room. I want to exercise that in the battle in front of me, but the whole movement is preventing it. Where we bowl together like this, we already have the overall battle, and we have to move to cover the loss where it is.

Results -

"Shall I be excepted? I'm not an angry kid."

Strakles was unable to exercise that force while standing on the battlefield.

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The Einhardts were finishing the job and taking just a short break. The face of the Chamber of Commerce that was moving around without a break during the winter months. Especially the executives, Einhardt, never took a day off. Excessive production, believing William's words, beat the mining mill, the steel mill, the blacksmiths' asses. Built to make and many weapons. A huge inventory that did not fit in the warehouse but also placed in each person's mansion.

It was not possible to cut it at home alone. Yes, if only domestically.

"Half the price from there, if you think about it well, the market price within Gallias is a little higher than that. Because it's cheaper than Gallias, the cheapest price in Laurencia."

The price of weapons varies from region to region. Where iron is high and leather is cheap, iron is cheap - the price of the market is calculated from its totality. Until now, it was chiseled and Garias was cheap. Even the merchants gathered all the types to move around in Garias, and if they bought it there and sold it locally, one property would make a lot of money, to put it too far.

"We were selling the cheapest weapons in the world."

"The cheapest weapon in the world I've ever been forced to build, if not the most, makes no sense. Best, so I sold it. Worth coming to buy even from afar. And people got together."

During the winter months they continued to breathe rumors into the active pedestrians moving around even in the winter months, beside rallying the craftsmen to build weapons. grassroots activities that had been carried out by the life of William. I hit a few with faith in their ability to act and expand, their sense of smell into a money-making story.

It was half-heartedly even if William included what he had earlier moved in Gallias. I was wondering if merchants from other countries would come all the way over winter arcadia to buy it. I was wondering if I had the purchasing power to shred this huge inventory even if I came.

"The results are good. We lost it. the greed of merchants."

"We clutched gold coins to the money-making story and gathered a large crowd. I sold out the spotty but cheapest weapon in the world. I sold it to death, earned it, and all the super stock I still had left was laughter"

As a result, people gathered. I was able to sell a lot of weapons and get a lot of money. Even if you subtract the cheaper portion, the number of digits sold is different in the first place. Growth as a market did not have to be compared domestically and globally. Still, they are all stunned by the remaining inventory.

"The use of the gold coins collected was a battle against Ostberg, a mustering of troops to exchange it. The story that blew in parallel with the rumor story to the merchant, this also threw a rumor outside that another big business, the White Knight, would hire a large number of mercenaries. This is also a success."

"We hired all the mercenaries we gathered from one end to the other. Why did you think we were mercenaries? Anyway, I spit out the money I earned. If you take Ostberg, you can take the original. I threw money into stupid rounded mercenaries thinking of it as an investment in the future."

"You did a lot of things like pay in kind with weapons in stock. The stock is reduced and the money is saved... No, it was tough. For what I earned, I'm gonna use it until it's empty. It's bad for your heart when you use it, really."

The stock that remained until today also finally crumbled. There's plenty of strength, money, money that doesn't seem like the winter season, and we can still afford to hire all those mercenaries. That's all I sold. I went to the ground for a thin profit. Through long, dark corridors...

"All that's left is for the White Knight to win. It's not a merchant's business, I'll make it."

The fate of the Chamber of Commerce is also borne by its head, the monster.

Over the winter, no detachment whatsoever from the paintings drawn so far.

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Eving's face, which was entrusted with this great best, was blue. Until now, even Lydiane's vast measures have sniffed off her nose. It was a trap if you think it was profitable, and if you think it was a trap, you no longer knew what to hit and what to believe.

I'm going to leave this battle to Eving.

"Whether the other person is William or Jan, I think the minutes are too bad,"

"You finally know what I'm worth. I'll take care of it. '

"Use me well. No. If you do, you won't lose."

"I'm the general. I'll have Ernst praise you. '

The joy was blown when he was appointed. Now I'm just scared. The chills felt during the King's Council belonged to that man. It's cold, it's cold, it's drawn in. He was swallowed, but at the end of the day, he will be the same as that body.

Fear tells the back. Standing over the Great General, the weight of leading the war crushes his shoulders. My allies are twitched and shredded. People die. I was fine with killing him. I've always been on the predator's side, always on the side I eat, and I didn't know the fear of being eaten. No, I knew, but I forgot. This feeling, long ago, was a rooted one that I tasted right after being banished to the mountain world.

"I didn't."

Pressure received from the overwhelming strong. They liked me then, so I could learn to fight from them. I forgot because the strong were on my side. The first sorting I received that day, and now I'm still doing a little research to identify it. The strength of the opponent, the state, the carefully, the snuggly...

"... frightened"

The discernment is almost over. Imagine the tragedy then, Eving was trembling alone.

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William was alone looking at the map of Ostberg. Connect those seized from occupied strongholds, cities, etc., and eject the battlefield tomorrow. The work was completed immediately.

(Five years early. This is not teething)

Eving was perfectly discerning. Surprise attacks, oddities, figures that also float with information from last year. Free to run, wild, follow the knowledge gap. It eats a gap in common sense.

(Semiconductory that can only be used as a dot would lose... strange)

This opponent has been hit like a good three generals. Carl understands. There's still a lot of gaps. It won't be hard for him to eat. Unless, of course, you can eat it up to the end. Anyway, that guy is surprisingly tough made.

You're the one who's scared because you're in trouble.

Herbert probably has the same pedigree as Bernhardt. I am familiar with the necessary military laws, but I basically prefer a battle where I can twist it down with force rather than elaborate measures. Whatever you do, whether you fit in the oddity or not, it doesn't make much difference. That's why it doesn't go badly with Eving, and it goes badly with Strakless.

(Jan beats this guy? It's the only place I can't figure it out)

Jan von Zeekt is an easy opponent for Eving because he is the type to elaborate measures. Nevertheless, William must have lost again. If we were one another in Lydiane at the time, it would be harder to find elements to lose if we were Jan.

Powerfully like William today, it shouldn't be strange to be winning -

"Shall I just guess? Thinking about me, don't you think?

"Half correct. The future of Garias will be bleak if we lose to this level of opponents."

"... I'm hurt. It hurt badly. I haven't lost in the first place, and I'm not settled."

It was Lydiane, one of the two people who came in without knocking, who got in the way of thought. The other is Shrevia. They don't have knocking habits in the north in the first place, and they are cute enough to know why they have to go hand in hand.

"You'd see me overwhelmed, wouldn't you? Just proceed without gaps in the first place and the raw one of these hands will bleed out. At the time, anyway, you used a futile and elaborate strategy, didn't you?

William sighed when he saw the giddy Lydiane.

"It sounds good when it comes to wild, instinctive, but the point is nothing more than a renunciation of thought that was a theory. Except that's about as experienced as that mountain dog, but with the amount of experience we have right now, we don't have the basis to talk about it. I figured out the battle over the beast's territory. It bothers me. Too many people."

William's frustration was also a reversal of expectations. I defeated Lydiane, Carl, and my expectations of the person who defeated Jan were quite high. But if you open the lid, it is this zama. Even Carl will manage to win it out if he does it well.

The bottom is too shallow.

(Because the point of view is the sight of white knights, black wolves, and other monsters around. Expectations are too high. Even he is close to the apex if he takes the average of generals. Problem is, you're the pinnacle.)

Looking at William's pointing around makes it seem easy, but he's definitely the one who tormented ourselves last year. There were times when the three generals did not engage and turned to the rear, but they were still temporarily dropped to a disadvantage. Eving is definitely a man of strength.

But in the battlefield under William's control, it just becomes coarse and noticeable. That means that there is so much difference in force. The differences in knowledge, experience, and power that encompasses them are too great. There was so much difference there that it extinguished Strakles' force.

"Then let's decide what happens tomorrow."

"I've made up my mind."

"Yes!? Well, then tell me quickly, Mr. William."

"Sounds great. Firstly, two patterns, as Eving takes command -"

Lydiane thinks she's gotten stronger. If you can seriously let me shake the baton, not as a customer, I'll let Eving win too. It's just a fact that since that day when I met the monster in front of me and suffered a disastrous defeat from the dominant formation in Strachez, I don't have the feeling that the difference is shrinking. The wall to be crossed was further increasing its height.

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"It's the limit, my lord. I'm still overloaded with that boy."

Kimon's face had an unspoken look on it. Strakles also understands. Eving is a masterpiece. You should be able to fight better than you can only fight the old battles. That's what I thought, but it was a big mistake. He was turning away his age from the delicacy hidden in luxury.

"I know. Wow. I'm not a good builder. Raising people."

"Because of the impudence of our generation. We're burdening their younger generation."

Eving can't stand it. The sense of smell that breaks through the opponent's power makes the difference in power from the enemy as it is so clear, along with the consequences. I have no doubt that he is a masterpiece. But I wasn't used to using people, to consuming them.

"She's sweet. Similar to Master Ernst. I'm not a brother."

"Ri.... that's not suitable. For every dispute."

"Bye.... Kimon, I'll leave you to it. Can you do it without me?

"I won't win, but I know how to lose"

The foolishness of betting on the tender boy's stretch is over. It starts here with a bloody war of depletion. Kimon scrapes himself and his opponent more tightly on the right track, and Strakless slams around all he wants. Kimon is the shield and Strakles is the sword, this is the most powerful measure in Ostberg where Strakles, a giant star, and Berger, then its deputy general, wielded fierceness.

Swords and shields, the simplicity of which made the giant stars stand out, were the most iconic tactics of the old times.