Tower of Karma

William occupied one city that day as well. I did not meet Strakless as if I had indicated, and William also made steady strides without being forced to do so again. I know it would be loose if I had Angelm to tell me, but William dares to entertain the people of the occupied city. There was no brutal outrageous general anywhere in that north.

(Full body warmed up. He has plenty of energy. And the land of the showdown is close)

William's wide-spread map in front of him, where there were numerous pawns staring. Now, what's more interesting on this plate is the northwest forest area than here. Schulvia and Lester are the first to discuss it. The odds would be about 20% precisely. Still, William struck the pawn with an outrageous look at the difference in power at this stage. It is no longer a world of sensibility. It's not rational.

(… footsteps. Momentum in the big strands. Woohoo, still 'alone')

William played the black pawn across the street and moved on with the white pawn. southeast, joining the main formation protruded by William.

Stand in front of the door. And not one of the knocks,

"Coming in."

She says after she comes in. A woman named Sülvia Nikleinen.

"I don't remember giving you permission... okay"

Jen Wang standing shruvia. Seeing that look on his face, William was convinced that he had won the bet.

"You look good. I see you've got a good experience."

I can't read the look on Shrubia's face. The light that floats, even though it meets the eyes, is not too indulgent and does not blink, possesses a strange color. It was difficult for William to decipher the immobile.

Yulian's dead.

"That's a shame. I grew to a point where I could use it."

William is unfortunate without looking particularly surprised. Because the deed was too light and too thin, Schulvia understood. Julian was right. Finally, I got a glimpse of the end of the abyss.

"So, what did Julian tell you? Did you convey your thoughts properly?

William and I are noticing. Tell me what Julian thinks of Shrevia. I used to not be a good guess, but once I knew my favorite and understood that kind of thing. So much so that I know. thoughts about oneself, thoughts about people, thoughts between people,.

"... I noticed that today. Honestly happy and proud"

William frowned. I noticed, which means I didn't say. Then what did you say? What the hell did he tell you?

"The last word Yulian said..."

William doesn't break his soft look.

"I was colored by my benevolence, loyalty and longing for you. I appreciate you bringing me here. That's what he said."

It doesn't even move a little, a soft grin. It was as if it were a mask. Iron persona that rejects people's plumage.

"You drove him to a dead place?

"Oh, I drove you to the dead end."

As Julian said, I won't change one expression. That was everything.

"He's a stupid man. Do you do sesame seeds until you die?"

"There will be no one to sesame in the midst of death. You know that."

Sürvia turned her back twirly.

"You're sweet. And cruel. I like you a little bit for this one. A little, I hated it. I like you. Hate to death at the same time. Avengers think, contradictions are awesome."

I don't see the expression, but my back speaks eloquently. Having a measure of accepting conflicting thoughts. that he has grown into a person of sufficient privilege. The back speaks.

"There's one thing you can say from me. People die as long as we keep moving forward. Enemies and allies, eat and we grab tomorrow. Don't forget, die. Step over everything, bear it, stand and walk. Show me your life wasn't in vain, with your whole body."

William, sparing that back, tells us that he only stepped in a little.

"Whatever, I'm going to"

An enormous killer strikes William. That was sharp and above all powerful enough not to make even William laugh now. Zero degrees soothe a little.

"I'm hoping so."

Shrubia walked away without responding. Probably make a pretty rough return from here to my own formation. There is a distance, albeit close to the main unit. Go back and do what you have to do. Whether you can win or not, the battlefield is nearing the end.

"... are you grateful,"

William got to work without immersing himself in sentiment. I can already see the picture to the end. Then what we need to do is go ahead. The war ends with victory, and we have what we need ahead. This is part of it.

"Fool."

Place the tip of the pen on the paper. The first painting, just a little bit, had power in the line.

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Angelm advanced without even hearing Gregor's stillness. He has a bow on his hands, including his men. The aim is Strakless's neck. The secret weapon to defeat was this bow, the poison arrow. Any part is fine. Just hit it and you can win.

(You just have to win. The winner is justice. That would be the fashion of the battlefield)

The Angelms look at Strakles. The formation is full of gaps. Diving into the nostalgia won't be a creation either. If you scratch with a bow range, you'll get a piece of everything.

(Let me remind you. I did anything to win, back then)

Approaching. Still far from bow range.

"I'm the star."

It's still far. Rather, the closer we get, the farther we get. That's not supposed to happen, but the physical distance should be shrinking, far away if you realize it.

"Wow, I'll strapless."

Too far.

Angelum's gaze intersects with his goal, the monster who reigns at the apex. And gushing sweats, trembling hands and feet, and chills run through your body. This step, if you step in, is the bow range. But the moment you take that step, you will also step into the realm of monsters.

(Move, why don't you move? What are you afraid of!? All we have to do is punch in the poison arrow. Don't be greedy, you can always win as long as you keep your distance, it should be)

A gaze that even stops the horse's leg. Angelum was about to be crushed by that pressure.

Still, if you leave yourself to madness...

"Yes, that's it."

It was Gustav, who hits a senior in the Second Army, who stopped Angelm from trying to come forward only with madness. Behind it is also Gregor.

"If you take that step, you won't miss Strakless. You can do it if you're confident you're going to shoot him in one blow, but if you're not confident, you're going to die for nothing."

With that said, I wasn't willing to let Gustav move Angelm forward. You can tell by what it looks like. I can see how Angelm judged my difference in power. Gustav knows how this looks so painfully. And the end it brings.

"Finished star, no small work."

Plus Gustav sees the creepy quiet strakless and thinks.

(Come on, this is stronger than it was back then. This grandpa said yes)

A state of extreme enrichment. Perhaps this is the limit to how old they can keep their peaks up ahead. So I'm going to decide everything here. Everything about the future.

"Let's leave, Angelm. I know how good your bow is. We're perfect for the same period. But I can't do that one. I don't feel like I can win. I can't think of a vision where arrows arrive."

Gregor felt intense and pioneering signs, trembling just like Angelm. As if I finally knew the size of the immense stars that reign.

"I did not indulge fear. I felt a tactical need to leave."

Angelm made the decision to leave temporarily. There was enough sweat on its back to smudge it. Just a little across the street makes my body nervous and stiff to this point. Angelum was angry with himself like that.

"Jan's calling. So is William. I'll give you directions until the end of the day."

In the end, there was something complicated floating around in Angelm's appearance.

This is the end of the story. Confronted are black giants and white novas. The field was ready for a moment and two stars to collide.

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William was alone. If you look up to heaven, there is always a sea of brilliant stars there. Reach out. They can't reach that glint. Even when I was desperate to reach out, I could never be a star in the dark.

Even the beast sleeps on a quiet night. The man walked alone. I became stronger than I was back then. But no matter how strong you get, you're just a human being. The world of mythology, the age of magic, the absolute place where I stand now, which may have been by then, is too far away.

"Where am I?"

Is he usually also sleeping in a noisy madness, very quiet head. I'm sure you'll sleep in a good mood. So wake up and walk. Silence of salvation, if you buried yourself, tomorrow, you will die.

"Where am I going?"

I've always been greedy when I think about it. Something shiny, something warm, something lost, get it, throw it away, eat it, and if you realize it, you have nothing left for you. Only the void is there. I know what I really want.

"What do I exchange?"

I am insane. An eye staring at itself objectively affirms. I am stupid. I understand it painfully. I could always get it. At any given time, if you stopped reaching, it would have been easy to grasp. Happiness at your height, as you deserve.

"Who am I?"

I should have grabbed your hand. I remember the feeling of the book, the two couples who adored me. I think of a refreshing breath in the early morning, a gentle, out-of-count girl. The plumpness of the connected hands, the real love and happiness of no more, were where they were.

"It's decided"

Crush it. For every fantasy that may have been, overwhelm the weak self.

"I'm William Lewis."

Name eaten. Don't forget. Being yourself is a fiction from the very first step. I killed myself and replaced it with something else. A beast without a name is who he really is. Don't forget. There's nowhere to be found but who you really are. Don't be confused by the fantasy of not being.

From the moment I chose this path, all I had was despair. He refused his first hand, killed him, and decided to take Shura's path. I was prepared and I didn't know what it meant, and I sinned with my dark desires. I didn't understand myself. Weak, small, delicate, and greedy. I sought consideration equal to what was taken from me. Such a thing, even though it doesn't exist in this world. I knew and dyed my hands in sin.

It's the lust of the profession.

"Interpretation, tomorrow is just a crossing point"

It is the origin of a man. The difference between a man and Vlad was trivial and so on. Vlad had the nerve to escape. It was a good idea to compromise with alternatives. There's nothing to worry about if you go crazy in the first place. Vlad was a little sweet on himself. That's why the devil instigated me.

"I'll win. We have to win."

The man was combining weakness with cleanliness at the same time. I can't help it, I can't even compromise a single shard. I can't tolerate it with alternatives. The sins you commit keep coming down. If you turn a blind eye, you just turn your ear away. Yet I can't do it. Because it could not be done, the man was not drunk by madness, but gained strength with its weight. That's temporarily invisible, and it doesn't turn into power.

"The sins of the past and the sins of the future, something commensurate with it... until it becomes"

The road continues. Keep going. Rather, this is the real battle.

William returned to his tent.

"Oh, speaking of which, I forgot"

William sees a seal placed unmade on his desk. It arrived today. It showed that the king's seal was being pressed and that its contents were royal fate. Don't treat me like a pussy. If you are an Arcadian national.

"Crap."

William brought it closer to the candle fire. The fire is tangled and the seal begins to burn properly. The only fire floating in the abyss, a small fire, was burning Arcadia's royal life.

"I can't stop now."

The man who was lit by the fire...

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Ernst gently embraces the trembling Eving. My brother's condition has been strange since he returned to Wang Du. Then he finally stopped coming out of bed after seeing Lester's misery back. King Ernst, my brother, is the only one who can get close.

"Lester has crossed the mountain. I'm sorry about Kimon, but it's okay, it's not over yet. We have Strakless. [M] He's the strongest."

Ernst didn't even suspect the shards. From now on, the gentle world as it was will return again. Strakless protects us from ourselves. It always has been. If so, peace will come this time as well. by the hands of Strakless.

"Aren't you afraid of Ernst?

Ernst smiles gently.

"Absolutely. General Strakles can't beat anyone."

I don't even doubt being protected as dew. Eving understood for the first time. that my brother's infinite trust is' dependence '. This king was distorted from the beginning. No, this country is distorted. Supported by only one being.

"What if we lose?

"It can't be."

Concerns were overtaken. A king who knows no battlefield speaks ignorantly. For my brother Wang, who knows the battlefield, that only served to stir up anxiety.

"Your Majesty! Your report!

Disturbing air pushes in.