Tower of Karma

William perceived the finesse of the battlefield. Until yesterday I react differently, not bizarre but tough, and I don't like to remember the hand carrying weighing on the foundation. A resentful enemy who gave himself his first defeat. Beyond that, a steady and unpleasant opponent began to take command.

"Overall, the victory is unwavering. But don't do any more damage."

The opponent knows how to lose. They'll invite you to a loss that gives you an advantage tomorrow, even if it's the same loss. In addition, Strakles does not provide support for Kimon. Trust in Kimon frees Strakless. It was a troublesome situation.

"I understood the wedge to be taken. The target's aim is also clear. Good, I'll get you in that stream. The end of it is desirable even for me. Whether the painting is the other way around."

The drawings to the end matched each other. And then how much more enemies can you scrape to get there, don't you let your allies scrape? How to handle troublesome enemies.

"Angelum, call Gregor. Let them be the main offense of the middle."

Copy that, sir.

Julian nearby leaves. It's the only thing beside William that's soaked up in the ocean of thought that's going to drain him with tremendous pressure.

"Well, how do we differentiate the rest"

William pawns. Jan, Gustav, Shrvia and Lydiane were the main places on the bills here. In some of this, Jan was still difficult to measure, and it was difficult to calculate. You can't lose Lydiane, either. Valued customer, I just brought her in to show her my back, not the type to be on the front line in the first place.

The rest of the mercenaries are just a few. Treat it carefully and carefully so as not to be understood, and press the majority of the wear on it. Anyway, this whole relationship, you just have to have it to the end.

"Do you want to hit Shrevia with Lester? That if he died here, he would have gone as far as he could go to the stretching opponent. Live or die"

William decided to leave it to Shrevia to deal with Lester. Even the previous impression had a higher strength than Shrevia. It's been quite a while since then, my arms would be up. Shrevia is stretched for slapping her mouth again.

"Let's ask Jan and Gustav to deal with Strakless. You know who you are, you won't take it away from you if you make a mistake, and you can be devastated."

It may come true to see Jan's bottom. Rather, its place is of primary interest. Of course, I have a problem with Strakles.

"Leave the main unit to Lydiane. Am I leaving, too? Mistakes won't pull back the trend... but the end of the day has never been over early. There is also the possibility of extra tea coming in from the country. Above all, I want 'the best'. Wouldn't you?

William asks alone in a room with no one. At the beginning of that inquiry, William smiled toward a new era that reached out to the same heavens as himself.

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Wolfe stretched her back. I woke up great today. I drank rice and liquor that tasted good enough to blow up my fatigue until yesterday. It was also wonderful that Aoyagi snuck over to Nika and the rest of the world beauties in confidence. Nika, who sniffed it later, showed up and turned it into a training ground.

"You look terrible, Kehei. I was looking forward to yesterday."

Nika has a good idea. They sniff out places like this.

"Ouch. Thank you for your attention. It was fun, hon. I laughed to death."

"... did I interrupt?"

"Say stupid. O-Me comes to stop me and I get naughty. So I laugh again. I guess that's a good idea. Woohoo, that was awesome"

Wolfe took as deep a breath as she could. Fresh air filling the lungs crosses the body. Power overflows. My mind is full and my body is about to complain about the best finish.

"Decide today. I'm gonna die or he's gonna die."

"Don't die, kill him. If you die, I'll kill you."

Wolfe smiled bitterly. I'm going to say something as unscrupulous as ever. And how many times have I been saved by this word, to the point that counting is a hundred million robberies, I was saved by her.

"Thanks for staying with me the whole time. You're all I've got."

"I'm not too busy getting a confession from a woman. Let's just go. Everyone's waiting. Survive today."

"I don't like it. Either way, today's a milestone, so..."

Wolfe held Nika with strength. Nika is restless, but she won't resist.

"Let's get married when this is over. Celebrate with the fools. The place is our country, a warm place. The wine, the rice, the dancers, the beauty."

"... I'm not playing with women. So you think there's a woman who falls?"

"Forget that. Anyway, I'm good with you. I want two kids. What do you say?

Wolfe is asking, but I guess he doesn't think he's going to say no. There was an angry confident look on his face as usual. Nika sighs. How easy would it have been for me to say no? In the first place, I wasn't even on the battlefield. She wears a beautiful dress, dances in a social setting every night, and is tied to a princess who doesn't look anything like Wolfe.

(Uh, you can't. He's the one who's gonna throw up.

Spitting on her imagination, Nika looked directly at the reality in front of her.

What an answer.

"I'm telling you, it's pretty heavy, I am. And I'm not allowed to play with women."

"I know. I'm light. Just fine."

Nika screams in her heart to get a little heavy. Well, we've been together this long. I'm sure I won't be romantically tied, and I don't look good. This is fine.

"I'm a bummer, thank you"

"Whoa, we've been together forever."

My lips overlapped. Wolfe feels full of herself. More light is poured into my mind, which I thought was fulfilling. I feel invincible. It wasn't such a long encounter. I've never done anything like this for Nika, and Wolfe has never done anything like this other than play.

The clumsy two stared and slightly distracted themselves.

"So it's time to go."

"Whoa, let's just win. He's my husband. I wouldn't know if he lost to a wooden man like that."

"Ha-ha-ha, you call that fierce day a wooden idol. Nice, I knew you were the best. Leave it to me, I'll cut down Udo's tree!

Wolf and Nika took a step in line. The challenger builds up a mind that is likely to burst now. Until the moment that monster stood in front of me...

"What are you doing?"

"Read the air, you fool."

Two companions watching those two from behind. It is a short relationship compared to the ancient senators, but the thought will not be lost.

"Monoga oh (I was just trying to say hello in the morning)"

"Later. You really are a child. It's gonna be a good year."

Anatole watched the two exits as they blocked Ulysses' mouth. My heart hurts so much, now that would scratch it off with that smile. Again, the two are good in line. I shall watch behind it in place of Euwayne. I risked my life.

Loyalists burn their fighting spirit quietly.

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Before Apollonia was erected an Estado army led by Jed. Weaknesses on the battlefield, that's what they were supposed to be, leaving all the Saint Baltic soldiers behind. I won't go back, I'll always get that land of Saint Lawrence. I came here prepared for immortality.

"It's an outpost. Follow me!

Red lotus burns. Jed sweated disgustingly. I was confident that I retained the same power as I did during the full season. The problem is that the monster in front of you is more obvious than his peak.

"Loosen up and surround. Siege and perish. The enemy is an oligarchy, show him the power of Estaard!

Jed would also have reigned as the most powerful general of Estard had it not been for El Sid again. I took the low engrin with my fitting hand once. I have my share in the ingenuity of battle.

Yes, he didn't know. What transition has an unclean king named Apollonia made since his loss against the White Knight, his filth, his crawling through the earth? Jed didn't know.

Therefore - perish.

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"Disagree!

While William was giving instructions to each person, the opposite voice rose from unexpected directions. William merely turned a blind eye, but the gaze of the Legion Leaders and Division Leaders gathered on this occasion concentrates on the person of his voice.

"Placement Objected"

Words of overlapping denial. Everyone saw Yulian with a rare, chopped look.

"Is that what you said after understanding your rank?

William asks in a quiet, but unspoken voice. Julian glanced at the Lord as he scolded himself under barometric pressure.

"Of course it is. But Master William should have always said. If you feel you've made the wrong difference, raise your voice. I thought now would be the time."

William looked to Yulian in cold weather.

"I see, and what was wrong with me?

Yulian also stares back at the loss.

"Mr. Schulvia's placement, that's a throwaway pawn. Lester's strength was experienced by many on this occasion last year. He's stronger, he's stronger than Mr. Shrevia."

Even though Sülvia flaunted Yulian with an annoying look, Yulian's expression was overflowing with a hard-working determination not to give it away.

"He already hits one of the best in Ostberg, the third most powerful opponent in Ostberg, on roughly the same terms. What would you say if this wasn't a throwaway pawn?

I wasn't willing to pull on Julian. Whether you are convicted on this occasion or not, make sure that only this arrangement is overshadowed. That's what I was prepared to block, the word of the Lord.

"He's an excellent samurai with Shrevia."

"So which do you think will win? I can bet my entire fortune, my life, on Lester's winner. Did Master William make this placement because he thought which one would win?

I can't pinch my mouth around Yulian's sword screen. Only William and Jan were laid back. One is rolling his cheek cane and the other is rolling his tea with his tongue.

"Eighty-nine Lesters win. That's what I thought and placed Shrubia there. Happy now?"

Julian tried to open his mouth to the chase.

"It's Schulvia who chooses whether to end up with a good samurai or go for heights. I won't force it. Because there is no point in its placement, and there is only one intent that is included"

Without even giving him time to open his mouth, William took control of the tip. The sight shows Schulvia, not Julian. It is not Yulian who raised the objection, it is only in this matter that the will of Sülvia herself is respected.

"I'll see what you're worth, 'cause that's all."

Freedom to receive, freedom to refuse.

"It doesn't affect a lot of people even if you are debated. I'll kill him instead. That's about it."

Julian holds his head. A provocative attitude, a female jewel was not born into a personality that could be taken and turned down. That's why it's beautiful, but therefore dangerous. This place can't be the battlefield, and the opponents, the raw people, the only ones we can think of.

"That kid's strength is above acceptance, and I'll naturally ride. And win!"

"... Huh!?

Julian shook his head. I know because I'm not a samurai that the choice is a mistake.

"Thank you for your care. But this is still the only way I can live. Forgive me."

Sürvia was looking forward. Even if it is death waiting ahead, it is Nikleinen's path to life that he pushes forward without ever blurring. My father, my grandfather, lived that way. What if I sway now?

"It's a decision. Reject Yulian's objection. Anyone else?

Shrubia is willing to win. At the same time, he was prepared to die. Live as a noble, foolish, warrior. I even tolerate dying more than standing on the battlefield.

Yulian...

"Still got something?

Raise your hand again. Now it's not an objection. Bump the survival probability of your loved ones with a more elevated rationale while affirming them. Do not hurt the pride of the lady jewel, choose the words firmly,

"Yes, about my placement."

Take a path that won't let you die. This is also Julian's way of life again.

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The two main attacking generals in the middle of the game continued to march at a contrasting but tremendous rate. A touch of armor sleeves, unrivalled rigidity, and corpses pile up on the path through Gregor. Dead bodies gradually, evil invitations, despair lay in the marks through Angelm.

Gregor uses his favorite Hulberto to defeat his enemies. My troops were similarly magnificent and aligned. Anyway, the army that stumbled through the destructive power of a single breakthrough crushed even the iron wall. Arcadia's strongest, unwilled spear is the way to go.

"I will push along as ordered, just not one step!

Angelm strokes half his mask with love. Burning buildings in the fortress in front of you, watching people immersed in joy. The stone building was crushed, and the contents were never left alive by anyone. The storm of slaughter, behind the hero, is who you are.

"Don't miss a single one. Kill all the men, kill all the women except their proper age as sellers."

Gregor was staring bitterly at his friend's madness. There is madness on the battlefield, and the loser is grabbed for life and death. Sometimes irrational death will strike. Even if you're not a warrior, you can get involved in a lot of things. But the sight in front of us is so miserable, even subtracted from such reality, that it gives us a glimpse of the ugly nature of man.

"Sir Gregor. Are you telling me to overlook this!?

Young men have spoken up. If it was a pale time with Gregor, I would have stopped it. Significantly out of the hero's deeds. I don't look good, so don't do it.

"I have no right to stop him, I have reason to convince him."

But people transform before death. No matter how noble or how heroic you behave, when you die, you die. Whether you do as much as you desire, and live as evil as evil, you will not die when you die. How can I tell him not to be outrageous if he may die tomorrow, if someone was anointed with that fear? Which mouth will say such great things as be patient and disciplined?

(You can't tell me. 'Cause I'm not a great person enough to say that)

The opening of desires that preceded death. The sight in front of us is also a straight path on the battlefield.

"Gregor! Three o'clock!

A drink of Angelm that is fairly open but has reached this point. Gregor instantly understands the situation and turns the horse back.

"I got it! Everybody, switch your heads. It's our job."

You couldn't bear to see the tragedy of the fort being attacked, or you could see the tail of the enemy. I'm sure they're so much better men than themselves, and so much better people.

(Hence dying. The good guy dies first on the battlefield he controls.)

Gregor goes to ravage the prey fed by tragic fishing bait. William's orders are the fastest and shortest offense. Use any hand to move forward and stay ahead of everyone as Arcadia's propulsion. Faster than Strakles' response, it must be destroyed.

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Angelm and Gregor had a meeting tomorrow at the camp.

"We are winning, but the mercenary regiment in the third row of the left wing was firmly wiped out. If you look at it as a whole, you can beat it slightly. Meet us at the head of the William Legion with a stupid win."

The war situation presented a thin ice appearance. The Ostberg side has carried out intensive attacks against the mercenary regiment, not the main force of Arcadia. It is the battlefield that cannot be fought if it is good qualitatively but inferior in number. Let's take away that number.

"We'll have to win. Ravage enemies even faster, more efficiently, than they are now"

"Then don't even think about selling a woman. Kill them all equally after tomorrow."

"I didn't expect you to throw up an honest theory. Okay, you're right in this respect. Carry things in the shortest possible time after tomorrow."

I didn't tell you to stop killing. This killing spreads all around us, restraining enemy movements with fear. In other words, the enemy's choices are greatly diminished. In some cases, they may be crushed by fear and opened a castle without blood.

"To an irresistible opponent from the start?

"I don't have a hand. Are you making fun of me, Gregor?"

If you are completely irresistible, you will not bleed. This would make it possible to march even more efficiently. Because the fastest way to drop a fort is to make him raise a white flag before he fights.

"No way. You're good, Angelm. It stood out at that meeting, by the way -"

Gregor stopped the words. The smile had disappeared from Angelm's appearance.

"His troops would be interesting. Answer that man disproportionately, and for some reason it was forgiven, kid! Why is such incompetence so proximate to you?

(You touched it so hard. I was gonna talk to the public.)

Angelm was pounding all the cursing and murmuring he could think of about what he didn't care about. But there was a slight snag in the content. Is it really frustrating that the young side of the year has been fulfilled, or...

- Anyway, it looks like we're paying for the big mouth.

"I guess. The other guy is that Lester. You don't know me or you."

"I would win, but I would"

"... no well, I'll win too. I'm definitely willing to win, or my master will get mad at me."

Which way is the flow leaning now?

"You've changed too."

Which direction is the wind blowing?

"You've changed amazingly."

At least these two were active enough.

That too - until you face the black sheep, though.