Tower of Karma

Why?

Dark clouds swirl in the heart of Airhardt. There were as many weapons to intercept if you were going to defend yourself. Everything I let do as I please as a stomach is inverted and becomes a weapon. Differences in position, and with Airhardt's valves, even the heroic White Knight could have been defeated.

"You mean admit it? Your shallow thoughts have led to this."

"If we attack Ostberg, inevitably, the Nederks will make a move. My reckoning was that I would break it into a showdown with Estado, including Diace, but I just had to say it was sweet to see the results. Just shallow, I was stupid."

Deeply bowing his head and begging his forgiveness for foolishness was far from that of a hero.

Why won't you fight? You think I'm out of hand with that?)

To William's extraordinary winning attitude, Airhardt was turning his attention to his concerns.

(If you're after the throne as I imagined it would be, then this is a place where you can't leave without it? Defeat here is equal to losing in politics being robbed of everything in this country. Even the Admiral, who would have been the only crossing point, will disappear far away.)

William is drooling his head for a long time. Some will feel pity for its appearance. Heroes who fought for black gold, when they thought about their merits, some might feel burdened to make them shoulder responsibilities that are only force majeure. In fact, the sight of my sister-in-law, who is connected with blood, has been pounding from the beginning. The first hostility shown by my sweet sister is directed at me.

(Still, I'll crush you. Your presence is in danger for the survival of the Arcadia royal family. Fortunately, this country has the strength to fight, except you. Zeke, Osvalt, Kruger. Gardner... can't you do it anymore? Plus Taylor, Thunder also began to shine. I can see it. The brilliance of men. They're good, unlike you -)

Airhardt had a distorted look under his gentle mask.

"Below me."

Airhardt sees people's brilliance. I know so that people's value is in their hands. I've had that talent since I first realized it. The brother was clearly inferior to himself, and even the king, the father, was inferior to himself. My sisters have a brilliance to hang out with themselves. So one was in my hand and the other just let me out. Now it should have been a stone.

A beast with only a tiny glow. I was intrigued by the eyes that dwell on the flames of silver. Airhardt's curiosity made this happen because of his hidden ambitions and how far he could ascend with his fine glow. Too fine light, man's born talent. There is a slight increase or decrease. But...

(That little glow is about to cross me. You can't do that.)

The brilliance stood before itself as a great flame. I had never encountered anything like that in Airhardt's life. The stupidity of myself that has raised it, the stage for making it right is today. Losing the letter of my sister, who is a pawn, but crushing mistakes here.

(It's all for Arcadia... if you don't want to fight it, it's convenient)

Airhardt looks around the floor. Nothing shines brighter than myself on this occasion. Even William wouldn't be able to shine in his current position. The only...

"My brother, Master William says oh too. Whatever the slightest fortitude, the feat of fighting for black gold and getting half of Ostberg is definitely his. Minus, hand punching, so please don't ask from me."

Only Eleonora has the luminosity of herself and one another. The air on the floor swayed. An extraordinary attitude, Eleonora's manners, the two combined to create the reign of Airhardt.

"The forceful method is within his charm. I admit it, too. As I said earlier, I also believe that the matter of Browstat is force majeure"

Ruling...

(Both fools... be ruled by me!)

Untie...

"But I can't tell you that I disobeyed my king's life. Thanks to that, I was able to defeat Strakles, which is only a theory of results. And what would have happened if you'd lost? Standing in the abyss of death many times, dying in a state of sleep, what certainty did you dare to fight?

I won't let you. The floor tightens in Airhardt's words. Come on, come on, defend yourself. There are as many weapons as there are. Let's smash everything in the counterattack to make it look like it. I am king on this occasion. On the battlefield, the White Knight may be the king. But if it's political, it's not a story.

I am a born king. As long as it is in this royal palace, I will not forgive anyone who can defy it.

"But the fact is..."

"Eleonora, the fact is, he's dying. Behind the victory was a terrible beating. That's true, too. Win, to the extent that it finally had some benefit. Think about the damage Arcadia suffered when he lost. Browstat was taken, Ostberg was not available, and he was pregnant with the possibility that a large number of heroes had lost their lives in the Great Plains. This is also true. Keep your mouth shut, Second Princess. This is no place for girls and children to enter. The argument belongs to adults."

Eleonora bites her teeth. I turned my fangs to my sweet brother. My sweet brother turned my fangs. For the first time, I knew that I was powerless to be crushed by the face of Wang Qi.

"I hear Garias was already on the offense. Either way, Ostberg must have perished."

Felix also turns his fangs again. But...

"Ernst, Eving's death has not been confirmed. If the Pillar Strakless survives and the royal family lives, the nation will be built. You won't even have to think about where that fang is headed. He ravages and loses the heroes of that place to Strakless, dealing with Garias, and Nedeluxe also intensifies his offense. Behind me is a giant star of hate...... I'm horrible. Isn't your brother horrible? There was a situation of despair under thin ice!

Felix loses his word. It's not rational. Instinct screams that you can't win. It always has been. I've been feeling like my eyes are going to crush my brother's glow. The same is true today.

"My aim is not just to get the White Knight to reflect, to be conscious of sin. After acknowledging the achievements of the White Knight, I blame him for his barbarism and make the world aware of Arcadia's attitude, that's what I'm after. It is also reprehensible to have destroyed one city, a hero named Black Sheep, using poison for war, with a lower strategy. You overdid it. I'm irresistible."

That's what Angelm did on his own. Airhardt waited for that kind of objection. But that objection will be easily crushed. Who is the commander-in-chief of that battle, where is the source of that poison, and above all why the commander-in-chief of a regiment, apart from the general, is in the position of commander-in-chief, and they should push in fury.

"It's all my fault."

Normally, I could argue with one reason at a time, physical evidence, with witnesses. But Airhardt took away the people who could be witnesses without giving them time to gather physical evidence. And Airhardt's position and valves turn reason into reason.

(Still, you have to resist. Or did you give up?)

Airhardt knows. That there is no word in his dictionary to give up. The present situation mirrors the rise of a passion that is extraordinary, because it knows ambition.

"When you accept everything? You don't want to explain it?"

This is Airhardt's last notice. If you want to scratch, this is your last chance.

"If accepting everything is for Arcadia."

William drowned his head once now and knelt.

(Show loyalty and wait for an opportunity? Too bad, Mr. William)

Airhardt set the scene up thinking that the White Knight outnumbered himself and outnumbered himself. But in the end, there was a big difference between me and William in Arcadia. Now even the fire looks big then.

William is dead. There's nothing left to expect.

"Brother! Please only help me with my life!

Eleonora's plea. Airhardt laughs bitterly. Indeed, William disobeyed his royal life. Normally, it is customary to impose a maximum sentence. But sending William to the death row and so on would be difficult even for the King, as opposed to Airhardt. It also affects the achievements built up, and the morale of the people and soldiers. I cannot and am not going to make a decision to turn down a hero in a critical situation.

"I'm not a ghost either. After acknowledging his accomplishments, you would have prefaced that?

I don't intend to use a card called William Lewis. However, there are hands to use without using it. Keep it alive, keep it alive and let them know you can move it anytime inside and out, and this can put pressure on you.

I won't kill you for that. Let him live and kill him. I can't even cross Arkas' lair. Keep away from the center and keep using only existence. Until the brilliance of the brand White Knight rubs off and disappears. Until the glory sinks into a corner of history wearing pride.

"William von Lewis"

Airhardt smiles. At the end of the day, I still did what I wanted.

"I appoint you as lord of the former Latorquia. You don't have to go military after that."

That's it.

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Everything fitted round.

"You may leave. Thank you for your hard work so far. You were our hero."

William leaves with a bow of grace. Eleonora stared pitifully at its back. Digging back any more will only fall on the bad guys. On the side, he gained territory and was foiled as a nobleman. I can see that too. That's good. This is the drop point.

"Your Highness."

That back, the invisible look was laughing. Airhardt peels his eyes off. The man who was supposed to be dead...

"Call me whenever you need me. I await your training as an Arcadia sword, without the need for drilling. Everything, for Arcadia."

Brilliant. Airhardt distorted his appearance to its size.

Cleanliness! He's not dead yet.

(Wouldn't be willing to use it to see His Highness's complexion. But the atmosphere is not that of the loser)

(There will always be an opportunity. Is it too soon to cut it off?)

It was William who ruled the floor at the end. I can't give or take any more than I once made up my mind. That shouldn't be a mistake. I took the sword from the White Knight for sure. I should have closed the road.

(What are you thinking? My invisibility, is there something?)

Taking Airhardt's concerns elsewhere, William disappeared from the surface stage.

Fall from glory, is there a way ahead? Where is it in the eye?

The tower of Karma continues quietly.

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Located in Moravia, the northern end of Ostberg's proud Great Plains, was an elite position led by Arcadia II Army Jan von Zeekt. The strength of the army, mainly Gustav, Gregor, Angelm and Shrevia, does not take a pull when it comes to the superpower Garias.

"Don't kid me!

No one will blame Sülvia for crushing a robust oak desk. Everyone was losing their words. William Lewis, who was supposed to have triumphed as a hero, had lost his Legion Leader status and been driven to a remote location.

"As a punishment for disobeying the king's life, it's a violation."

Only one person, Jan, is at peace with this situation. Gustav was staring at his Lord with concern. Obviously, it wasn't normal. Someone fell into it. You could react more differently. Or maybe Jan doesn't think so much of William as special because it's inconceivable that he's putting it in.

"You're a hero for stealing black gold! He defeated me and the two wooden idols there all by himself! This country cut off rather than reward its heroes! It would be ridiculous, though!

Sürvia's emotions are also the general thrust of the martial officers who were there. That's why you shouldn't get me wrong. The people who are moving this country...

"I'm not going to let that happen to them. How can battlefield microscopy and heat be transmitted to someone who has never been on the battlefield? They don't know anything. A young, arrogant young man scolded an old hero who had begun to fade. Until I disobeyed my royal life."

Sürvia points her fist at Jan. Gregor broke in and stopped it.

"I told him that some people think so. Some want to direct them so. William, you've grown stronger. Incredibly, I'm getting stronger. I was too strong. To the point of touching the royal scales."

Jan lays her eyes down.

"The White Knight will be borne all by the whimsy. The responsibility of Osvalt and Taylor, of me, of those I entrust, is all. It pushes me to never stand again. Be careful until it crumbles, huh? Terrible story."

I had a bad feeling at a time when much of this place was not allowed to return. I understand that it is important that you disobey the King's life. But he's the man who got half of Ostberg after fighting for black gold. In view of them, given the contributions made so far, this is a setup that lacks too much righteousness.

"This story is over! Oh, I forgot, Angelum, you have an order to return to your country."

"Right now?

"Now, maybe. You can leave this one to us. Garias' gaze would be right for someone else, not us."

"Really, what year is this? Ostberg's gonna disappear, Estaard's gonna be like a country, and the next thing you know... is a year. I hope it's over soon."

Times are nimble. It could be a small thing such as a change in Arcadia. Two giant stars fell. Yet another thing, just about to fall now. The world turns with intensity as if the upheaval so far had only been prologue. No longer can anyone's hands be stopped.

Times accelerate even further.

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When I heard the news of Carl, I lay my eyes down for a while. Carl thinks it's a stupid decision. The superiors don't understand what even fools can tell. I am too optimistic about the current situation where Browstat is being taken away and pushed into the Nederks.

"I'll try to petition you when I get back. I don't think that makes any sense."

Carl opens his eyes thinly.

"Now, this is more important."

Karl smiles when he sees himself being eaten apart in front of Carl, who rides.

"You're being honest with flat handed. I don't think he's the one who took our precious things with all those shitty hands. Yeah, so this isn't fate. Woohoo, now it's your turn to die."

Awesome smile. Carl followed you. Offensive smile you didn't show. Hand-salted strongholds were taken. My loved one was hurt once again. I can't forgive you anymore. I can't forgive my weakness. I have yet to demonstrate everything I have absorbed from that monster. Because I have unconsciously eliminated things that are not right for me, far from sexual roots.

I don't work unconsciously on this other person. Because they took it too far.

"Come on, let's get rid of it"

Just before the self-defense was devoured, that one-handed difference divided the victory and defeat. Break through enemy units on both left and right wings to complete the siege. So far, it will be as the other party assumed. If Diace would calculate that this level is possible once all the power is put into play.

"You too, motherfucker."

I took that calculation backwards. As soon as this one completed the siege and was convinced of victory, he placed an ambush on the route he would be after. Use the pawn, which should have been necessary to complete this siege, against a hand that does not know whether to strike it or not, and the siege is completed without it.

This man had the power to accomplish the feat.

(Given the motivator's talent, even the White Knight will squeal when it comes to defense, this man)

Now it was Diace's turn to haunt him. In the wake of the onslaught of the angry 'Sword Saint' Gilberto, the oddity was underdeveloped, on the contrary, losing most of the hand pawns that were supposed to be ambushed, and the large fishing bait that was attacking the enemy platoon was also exterminated, as the saying goes.

No compromise, no pity. Third Army General Karl deepening further. Those who take him lightly no longer exist on the battlefield. Its back looks so big that it has no history of generals and faint colors.