Tower of Karma

"... you, what have you done?

A fortress that sprays up. There's already no sign of Kimon. Only the corpse was left behind. Corps of Death walking wide down the path of lying corpses and no man. Gregor had lost his voice in front of this sight. The siege weapon that William was supposed to prepare, the fort fell without waiting for its arrival.

"I didn't float because I imagine that other one these days. If you become my scorching white mask for a more relentless, shapeless, unreasonable, deviant measure... ku, ku, you'll come out. It's overflowing, Gregor! Because I was prepared."

There was madness in the eye peeking through the broken half mask. Gregor couldn't look directly into those shitty eyes. I knew how dangerous my best friend was. Excellent, but with no emotional stimulus, the enthusiasm we occasionally show was always pointing in a different direction from ourselves. Madness has been around for a long time.

"I had it ready and it didn't come out. The impurities in me were getting in the way. It's sprouting on that one, too, impurity. Except I'll be the true white mask"

Angelm's high laughter echoes. This hell is the sight the crazy man wanted. I guess Angelm saw this hell on William Lewius.

"Ask again, what did you do, Angelm von Kruger!

Gregor decided to live as a pawn. I don't pinch my mouth in tactics, I want to do my orders faithfully. That's what I thought it would do for Arcadia best to dedicate this self to a general who deserved to believe. But I just can't get past this sight.

"It is forbidden in Gallias, but there is a fishery called Poisonmito. They're going to poison the river and paralyze the fish. It's an application, a hunting wisdom, Gregor."

hunting, Gregor frowns at the word. They are people. Not fish or birds.

"A short walk from here is the water source of that fortified city. contaminated there with poison. There was quite a flow rate and the effect diminished, but still to the extent of inhibition of movement. The people here also eat fish from underground rivers, so those who eat contaminated fish will be seriously ill."

Gregor also figured out why the resistance was too toothless. I guess a body invaded by poison couldn't move against its will. Without much resistance, without the art of resistance, they were ravaged. No, Gregors, we've ravaged ourselves.

Gregor finally understood the distortion of his friends speaking with joy.

"How did you prepare the poison?

"There was a portion I had prepared as arrow poison. Made by the Lewis Chamber of Commerce, powerful poison made by your alchemist. It dissolves in water and works even in very small amounts"

William's first business on hand, the drug relationship. One of the faces behind it was the handling of poison. Of course, I buy raw materials, refine, process, research and development, and do anything. He was more committed to R&D when other businesses succeeded and could afford to be golden. Among them was born a kind of neurotoxicity, the poison used this time.

"Master William needed a lot of money during this battle. It was for this reason that I bought a large quantity of poison for nothing that I did my job. No waste, isn't it efficient? Master William is rich in the country's gold, where a flashing poison crushes the enemy city. Woohoo, great. It's like that one's moves."

Occasionally overlapped. Nevertheless, it has now been demonstrated. William's poison can destroy one of the strong fortified cities. I don't know what William's intent is in the process of researching and developing poison. But only the facts remained.

"Come on, let's hurry up and chase it, Gregor. Kimon must be somewhat affected by the poison, even though he escaped. Yeah, it's the strength of this that doesn't have immediate effect. I don't die on the spot, so I don't realize it's poison. inhumane weapon that looks humane, I am attracted to this vice"

Kimon also suffers the effects of poison, albeit in small amounts. Assuming that's the case, this is certainly an opportunity. He is strong and brilliant. If you can slaughter it without labor...

"Summarize the troops. We'll talk later."

Gregor killed his heart. What I need to do is simple. At least, I'm not willing to color on the battlefield. I'll chase and kill the weak Kimon, that's all I need.

(I hate you guys, Angelum)

Still, I still had an unexplained thought. It was definitely an uncomfortable battle.

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Strakless was an absolute being for Kimon. Such a glorious history of war, it ravaged some of Garias' finest samurai, the keepers of the Wu Kings, and never took a step backwards from Osvalt, Gardner, etc. After him there is victory, and beyond him there is a shining future.

"Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go."

I knocked on the army gates for the great Great General. And meet. There are two big encounters that determine your fate. One is meeting Deputy General Berger. I continued to support the Grand General, whose freedom passed. I wanted to live like him because Strakles was too great to reach, I thought.

"Sir, now we have..."

Unlike the free-running Strakless, Berger was a man of solid quality, serious straight lines. The back of a man who continued to support Strakless, both public and private, appeared unacceptable to young Kimon. What has made a difference is another encounter, with Jan von Zeekt.

"... well. Whatever moves your leg continues to follow me."

The second was a vibrant encounter. On the battlefield, I even hate to see and understand the same generation of masterpieces that showed the activity of snapping my nose column, which was expensive at the time. He said he couldn't reach that realm. It was only now that force approached, but at the time, force, intelligence, from what to how far ahead of Kimon.

Belger, who was on another battlefield, defended Kimon in time for rescue. At the time, the man who had been completed as a soldier was stopped by the person who had taken it lightly and showed it to him. You'll suspect your eyes.

(The poison is a few steps above what I imagined... well prepared)

Kimon asked Berger that day. "With so much power, why are you spoiled by your deputy general". The return says, "Your Excellency is stronger. It's the strongest. And the happiness that can support its strongest, I've never had more emotions than that," he smiled back. The reveal of emotions usually shown by men who are iron skins, their good looks set Kimon's path.

Same as Berger, supported by the strongest and best man. I established that was my mission. Kimon doesn't think that was a mistake. We need someone. There's a back pillar that supports Strakless. Something that balances the army with shadows.

"Sir, there's a horseshoe from behind."

"Are you here?"

I have no regrets that it has happened. I'm proud of myself for being able to be. However, there was some regret that I did not try to move forward that I should have explored another path somewhere to think of this end, and that I should have moved towards my own higher goal rather than Berger's imitation. Yes, like the new era that looms behind us, if we're searching for seclusion...

"- But I'm also proud to have supported the strongest."

Visual distortion due to poison. My legs are irritating. My hands tremble.

"At this level of craftsmanship, my lord, your strongest vice generals will be swayed, kid!

Still, if you go through the sword, if you put up the blade, the 'Black Sheep' Kimon shows up. Aimed to be the strongest supporter of existence. I am neither the strongest nor the best. But I know the strongest view you're looking at. Next door, I've always seen Kimon.

The sight - it's not cheap.

Two shadows, one protruding. A new era of great irregularities is looming. Interception is the strongest deputy general. Even when it comes to dying, we do not have the power to fall poisonous. Kimon's in a cracked mood.

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Strakles saw the phantom of a star falling into the sky at noon. I remember the life of a man who abandoned a glowing future for himself and became strong for himself. I was blessed with my men. Both Berger and Kimon were worthless talent for themselves. It is in that fact that Strakles feels proud that they risked their lives to serve.

"It's Strakless!

"For a long time, widow, can we even win?

"Sure. There's about a hundred horsemen there, twice as many cavalry over here, and nearly six times as many infantry together, right?

"Recently, all the 'Black Wolves' stood out. It's time to show your presence."

Both armies happen to bowl together. The power of a hundred rides, albeit led by one or Strakles. Two hundred horsemen and four hundred infantry, albeit a mixed army of one or mercenaries. How the other person is a monster but a human being. There are no losing elements.

"My neck is cheaper than ever. Kid doesn't know how to be polite."

However, you should not see Strakles, the giants, as people. They didn't know. The difference between the Strakles of the last decade, shown on the usual battlefield, and the Strakles of the times, when giants were shredding from each other, from the Trinity, from the single digit of Campeador, and from the first half of the double digit.

"Who do you think I am?" My Lord General under heaven, Strakless!

Strakless roar, the atmosphere violently quakes. The immensity of his beloved horse Berger also seemed to be a huge iron mass, as if he were to unleash his sword and penetrate it in battle more than anyone else. Whether to shoot an arrow, poke it with a spear, slash it with a sword, or scratch it with precision. So illusory.

"It won't even be a prep campaign, you little jarries!

The black gold strakless lived in another dimension. The giant star also waited for time to accumulate his strength until the time of the showdown. Just as the white stars have not made this battlefield, much movement. Neither yesterday's battle, nor today's, has anything to do with the settlement.

Every reason was intertwined, and the form of settlement desired for both sides had been decided from the beginning. White stars come to the final showdown for a reason: white stars, black giants. This is a prep movement, too boneless for it.

"There will be a defect. Get more ready. If you don't stop me, you'll need ten times this, Boquete."

There is too much shortage. Little by little, the feeling back then. The power resides in those days when monsters gathered and twisted down the times, the times of battle. If you put your thoughts on there so far, Strakless will probably get the strongest you've ever had. Exactly the strongest, soon, almost there.

The settlement goes a little further, there are no small craftsmen there, and they simply compete for the hegemony. Otherwise it makes no sense. It is beyond that that times smile. The New Age, the Old Age, the Laughter...

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William couldn't measure the man in front of him. Ever since we met, he's foreseen something. Something I don't even see myself so elevated. William gets scared for not knowing that. Even though the king of this country no longer has the power to foresee even the king of innovation. I can't see the color of the light in this man's eyes.

"It was a brilliant twist. Your Excellency."

Jan laughs naggingly, a man who still doesn't see the bottom in front of himself.

"Because you're good at running away. But I don't have the courage to step in. I don't have enough power to step in."

Jan scratched her blushing head. A spree dances. William looked a little nasty.

"I can't drop a giant star. Don't drop it. Because that's the job of what makes the next era. I mean, it's your job. And in a half-way way, if you eat up all the monsters, the times won't turn to you."

William says, "You're here," and the truth spills. It is also visible. It wouldn't have been hard to see, but this accuracy wouldn't come out if you had to take some of the same perspective. In fact, this conversation will not be concluded with the Angelms.

Jan also laughs bitterly when she sees it.

"If only I'd seen you or Strakless clueless. The extraction that strikes you as Eving, against which you have ravaged excessively, generously. Your hands are too kind. If you're serious, you're supposed to be after something other than Eving the minute the difference with Eving emerges, right? It's efficient, and I don't have to bother giving the troublemakers a gap to put out. As long as Eving is the head, it carries the advantage. Hit me till I change my head, and I'll need time to figure it out for nothing again."

"That's all I was so vigilant about Eving."

"It's not vigilance, it's anticipation, right? I didn't seem to get your glasses."

"What do you think? I think he's a vigilant general who couldn't even defeat His Excellency."

They laugh at each other. They are visible in the belly in shallow parts of each other.

"In the end, the last painting was set. Neither you nor Strakless will show that much seriousness. She moves her body gently and accumulates strength. each other, as if we had shown each other."

William pierced the silence. That's a substantial affirmation, but a form I avoided letting you take the word for. Jan is such a general, but he comes from quite a famous family. It's better not to show the gap as much as possible than you can't see the bottom.

"In that sense, the sight now is the development of human resources, their growth, right? Angelum, Gregor, you took over the Black Sheep. Not so much a big Venus for them right now, but a big victory. Now it's a big shortening to the showdown."

Weakened by Angelm's poison, he defeated 'Black Sheep' with Gregor's penetration. It was Gregor who actually took it away, but he consistently doesn't acknowledge his work, and he seems to be piercing his silence after affirming that it's all Angelm's feat.

"On the contrary, Schulvia hasn't found a breakthrough. Is this off the prospectus?

"I'm still counting on Shrevia. Unless it breaks, unless it dies, I think it's worth the investment. I want you to bring something back. I even took it to Julian... and I'm sure it will."

Jan looked at William with a slightly unexpected face. I can't decipher anything from that look. But it's also not how you're lying or joking.

"Lester's a genius, isn't he?

"If you can win just because you're a genius, I'm not here."

I don't see what kind of mind buildup it is, but only William still expected Shrevia to have something comparable to Lester's talent. Nature and firm effort, against ordinary people, but also women. The difference is supposed to be historical. The result is the same.

"That's in the middle of a bet, judgment is still pending. I've identified the other one."

"Angelum, what did you guys look like?

"Gregor has done an excellent job. I think it's a gift from His Excellency the Admiral."

"You don't even say what you don't think. His bloom is a change of consciousness, and you know it wasn't us who encouraged it, right?

Gregor was up in value quite a bit in William. It grew incomparable to when we met at the promotion ceremony. The speed is slow but steadily growing, and we see signs that we can be the people that will support Arcadia in the future.

And it was Carl von Taylor who inspired that growth. The bravery shown in that laconia remains a seed fire in this place as well.

"So, Angelum, what about you?

Someone you didn't dare name. That assessment is very difficult.

"Excellent. So much so that there's never been a time when I wasn't good. But I have to underestimate this one a little. No, because of my excellence, the part where I was meditating on my eyes just came out."

"Poison, huh? Tactically, that's a good hand. I was actually discussing Kimon."

"It would be the best hand if it were limited to this battlefield. But in the big picture, the lower measures are also good. If you understood my moves, you wouldn't have to rush for Kimon. I haven't seen where it is and I haven't thought about it since. Efficiency alone cannot reach the next step in why the lower measures are the lower ones"

"What it means to use poison on the battlefield, the aftermath, if you know it, you can't use it lightly," he said.

"I'll use it if I have to. But there are few cases in my experience where poison should have been used... I had it ready as a hand note, but I wasn't going to cut it."

"He cut that hand without hesitation. It wasn't a rushing phase, just waiting for the weapon to arrive. I don't know why, still he chose the lower measures. And killed the city."

William and Jan had the same rating axis. Even if I honestly assessed what I discussed with Kimon, I wouldn't use poison if I thought about what happened after that. The use of poison on the surface stage is a difficult hand that can give the opponent a big name.

"He seems to have some pleasure in those places"

"I hope that discrepancy doesn't get fatal. On the other hand, people look for reason, and they also think about not being in line with reason. Whether you die with a sword or a spear or a bow, the consequences of poison or death remain the same. Still, people repel poison. The use of poison on the surface stage must be known at that point as a downside measure."

William has also punched in many lower measures when he was younger. I have taken the initiative to use my hands to be repelled. I guess Angelm, who was originally uneven in its appearance, learned empathy and impression. At that point, they were uneven.

William used a lot of lower measures. That's the measure he chose to win because he didn't have the power, because he couldn't win the positive offense. When you can lose, if it's a phase you don't mind retreating, just retreat. The lower measure is only a last resort. The number of times William has used the lower measures is just a sign that he has lived a critical life.

"Wouldn't you use it now?

"I can't use it, I was wondering if I was right to say. I don't even need to use it in the first place."

"Because you're stronger?

"Yeah, 'cause I'm stronger"

William takes a step forward. I've dived the dead line every day, what I can afford compared to those days. Stronger for that matter, and more luggage for that matter. There are already countless corpses stretching out at your feet. I'm ready.

"Can you win?

"I'll win. Bet on my path, I'll drop a giant star."

The atmosphere rising from William's back emitted a similar smell to what he once tore. Jan looks back with a delightful, sad, intricate look at it.

"Looks like you've fulfilled your first condition. Fight the giant stars, take the first step."

"If you don't mind, I'd like you to tell me what the terms are."

"Don't tell me. You can tell me why. Up to a hundred, though."

"I forbid you, my lord"

The first condition to fight a giant star is to make your allies believe in victory. No one but William is fit for it in Arcadia today. Numerous victories require, above all, an aura of strong men springing up. If you entrust it to him, victory is a must. That makes it my first battle.

William was ready. Full of hegemony, the sword hangs, and the head increases in sharpness. There are no gaps. Wait for the showdown with the intention of pouring everything into it.

Jan also believed. I'm sure this back will bring us victory, he said.