Tower of Karma

The hero king meditated his eyes. The course of times cannot be stopped. Then what should I do and how should I live? For the world, for the country, for her, or...

The Virgin looked at that face and was thinking of putting me through for the first time in this role. I want someone who has always protected me to fight as much as I like at the end of the day. He's also essentially a samurai. At the end of the day, there are no shackles, running through with my greed, I hope so.

"Jed also fell. Now there's no obstacle to her."

"Do you fall, too?

"I don't know. Honestly, she doesn't feel like losing. If she abandons herself and uses that talent like no other in Laurencia to stand before me, or, I suppose,"

"Of the war maiden concession, right"

"Yes, and just like you."

Being the Virgin, she smiled pitifully. Beautiful appearance, flamboyant atmosphere, people saw fantasies in her. The tools of a man who consecrates her, makes her an object of faith, and fattens his personal belly, yes, it was the beginning. The distorted country of St. Lawrence was formed in such a way as to say so.

And soon, it was supposed to perish.

"Do you wish her to be a Virgin?

"I don't wish. I understand the pain best. Don't be a single thing. The days of continuing to kill themselves as idols for 10,000 people are too harsh. But that's what it is at the same time. Being at the top means. It's nothing more than to say you're dumping me."

The hero king knows. how irrational and brutally the world is made of.

Bet everything on one, if you could protect it, fine. That is the world.

"You're going to win again."

"Yeah, but maybe the next one's the last. Ahead is either eaten by the White Knight or by the Black Wolf, stuffed. I'm a little old, too. I've lived too long."

"So it's time for the faithful to make a choice? Take your own path. A lot, maybe..."

"Not all people can stand on their own feet. Some people don't stand on their feet without faith. Some will laugh. But we laugh. They also lived desperately again."

"Yeah, thanks, Welkin. Thanks to you, this country has continued so far. If it weren't for you, it would have been destroyed a long time ago."

"Or maybe that would have been happier"

"It's not so. I could have stayed with you, even if I couldn't accompany you. Out of the blue, I was happy. How long have you been with me? For me."

"Right. Good, then."

"How are you?

"Neither do I. That's why I wore a mask that didn't look good on a hero king. Well, if that's the end of St. Lawrence, then shop."

Welkingetrics turns to thoughts. Long ago, more than half a century ago, before I was Welkin 'Getrix, not just Welkin'...

I still didn't know anything about myself. There was no love, no hope, nothing.

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The oldest memory was when no one believed but was a baby. One man runs a horse with his squire in a blazing storm. There was Welkin in that arm.

"... you Schauhausen. Aren't you going to let them get away with it?"

"I will protect that child. The blood of the brave, you can't stop it."

"Huh, bloodline doesn't mean anything. How many generations have you lost your magic? It's trouble for Nedeluxe, too. There's no point in my life, and inevitably there's no point in my death."

"Do that."

"I'll leave it to you. For God's sake, Strider doesn't have to make any sense, but that's just me and that, that's the only sign I could have left. I can't teach you anything, I can't leave you as a parent, but still."

Eating up his teeth, the man handed his squire a baby heavier than his life. And I hope that one day, I will be happy. I met myself and those I loved like that, and unlike myself, I blessed my children and raised them well, and may they achieve a calm end, and. I just hope.

parting ways, stared at the back of a departing squire, and turned forward.

"What is Nedeluxe afraid of? Already the pinnacle, the glory will last extremely long."

"So, yes, Strider. If the latest and sharpest is us, no worries before. Clean the hindquarters and connect them to future generations without leaving any shards of worry. To make the superpower Nedeluxe the kingdom of a thousand years!

"Goddamn it, if there's no real God hunt to do it, it's distorted"

"There is an entity. There's a legend called Strider. It took a lick yesterday, but that's the blood of a brave man, this is the first time you've soiled me. Hence, unforgivable."

"Then I'll put it on the dirt again. Young Joon-young."

"God's spear, taste it. My spear will rule even time!

I don't remember. No record, either. Nedeluxe can't have Schauhausen leaving it for future generations. But I knew 'myself' for some reason. This battle is a tremendous fight. All the kings of the Seven Kingdoms who came later, marks of death stripping their eyes. So let's dignify, Shauhausen. Descendants of Strider, whose neck was hoisted at the tip of the spear.

It's not supposed to be a memory. But it definitely was there. As the oldest memory.

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The child, named Welkin, was raised by the hands of a man who was a substitute for his parents. Every day when you are tempted, you are held by a sword and you work in archery with a man. I just never thought it would be hard. I didn't have the feeling that it was hard in the first place. The man said it was a gift, a miracle for the blood of the brave, but Welkin didn't understand it.

The man said his real name was Welkin Gunk Strider. Welkin doesn't understand. There's no point in knowing what changes you by that name. But I don't think Welkin said it because I think a man would be sad to say it.

I had to think of a man as my parent more than I knew my parents. Even though I understand this guy's obsession with the name Strider, not himself, I can't help it because it's the only way.

One day, a man was killed. The bad guy - he's the same person in his oldest memory.

"... you have a son? Oh, thanks. You guys are great. This is a thank you. Thank you for being part of the glorious glory of Nederks."

Nothing. The village overnight turned to ashes.

"Where? Strider!"

Welkin understands when he sees a man's, neat, godly face distorted by what he calls Schauhausen. What is the name Strider? I understood that was an abomination.

Welkin runs through the dark woods. I need to get away from where I am, faster than anyone else. Running through. My whole body is telling me I have to get away from that monster to live.

And he found out. If you're alone, you can go faster and farther than anyone else.

"Haha!"

Jump off a cliff that no one can go to. If you peek at your feet, you see death. Death is imminent on my back, too. The thrill made the boy, Welkin, laugh. For the first time in my life, I got the feeling that I was alive.

He doesn't have it. There is a pain that is commonplace in people. So it was thin. Whatever I did, it was beyond my limits. Note that I didn't feel it. Now - there is.

The fear it gives is more loving than the death of a man. Now the dying cliff void is more loving. And he finds out. He said he was crazy.

"... jumped off this cliff, huh? And the little strider will never live."

Welkin was over cliffs enough to determine Schauhausen was dead. Normally, I would judge that I didn't jump over it, I jumped. Even the shining samurai at the top of what he called Schauhausen decided so.

Welkin runs. Sing your freedom and no one will bind you. That's how he became one. Without anyone interrupting him, he begins to live his life.