Tower of Karma

William and Claude were intrigued by Strachez, who surrounded the evening with four people and, after a long chat, had lost sight of Alfred when he was asleep. Even Ignaz classes incorporate Strachez as head gymnastics, and Claude can point quite a bit to that again. Regardless, William's side had dropped some pawns because if I meant it, it would be completely decided.

"So why are you here this time of year? Wouldn't the war be fragrant, would it?

"... I'll eat you carefully. They're reading too many of the same measures, but they're not trying to change it at all. This is the Black Knight's must-have, because it's all about it."

"So you bit me"

"If it's enough to make you die for nothing, I'll bite you. I'm on the front line."

"Then you're right. If you die, it's over. Black Knight, Garias at Angelm's? That army must be troublesome, right? Each person has a higher degree of proficiency than other countries. A strong herd."

Claude sighed. I can only sigh when the board is stuck and the situation in my country is also stuck. The advantage of pawn falling was long gone.

"Everywhere seems strong these days. The three nobles who replaced Nedeluxe are level-headed, and the people who gave them away are also active Balinese and Bakemon. Garias is so full of heroes that it's a hundred million names to name him… Extremely Arkland, there's never been a decent victory here."

I come up with a hand in resurrection while I'm talking. I've targeted him. William exclaimed at the blow. The plan is to advance the king and pick up chestnuts in the fire. It was a clever hand.

"You're tough everywhere. Or was Claude assigned to Garias? Didn't you say it was Nedeluxe when you came here?

"They saw me arguing with Beatrice... and he said he was good, but 'up there' seems to have flown with care to Osvalt. It's not a punishment, but I was recently flown to a place where I lost. Do you feel like dying upstairs?"

"That's... Carl put it through well. Such a mess."

"In anticipation of the general's absence, Po and

"I see. I used to get good and unreasonable orders too. I'm not in the nature of being liked either. It's hard not to deny anything more than being terminal."

William also returned the hand to the hand. This one is a stranger hand than exquisite. It doesn't even look bad.

"Terminal, huh. I'm still a soldier. Those guys are division chiefs and hundred captains. Really, it's not equal. Well, I've never beaten Beatrice, and Raphael is smart... but I never thought I could beat him. So much so that it's so different."

"Then it's Arcadia to Osvalt. There can be no equality. But..."

I see it every time I lay my hands on it. Earlier the bad hand, the aim of the hand. Claude opened his eyes.

"If you rot, that's where it ends. Overwhelming inequality, it is to those who fought in it that the light shines. I don't think you're inferior to them, either. Sooner or later, it's time for patience. Here -"

The plates are all at once.

"We caught up, we overtook. Help me. Gain experience. Try your best for five years. If you can't do that, I'll ask you again for your stupidity."

I leaned towards William. Even Claude can read the stuffing from here. Five hands in the shortest time, William won't go wrong. "I'm here," Claude bowed her head.

"By the way, what has Mr. William done against irrationality, for your information?"

"I've twisted every irrational thing. Well, in the end, it was crushed the other way around."

Look at William laughing happily. Claude could only laugh lovingly. Seven years of claustrophobia is too heavy to laugh. Seven years was enough for a hero and a man's name to fade. Fallen hero white knight. I wonder if going beyond this irrational...

"We'll figure it out if we live for now. Well, I'm done auditioning my head. Next time, I'll put on an archery of the body."

"Ha!? No, 'cause I just did it to death."

"Morning and night training is routine. I make no exceptions to my routine."

"Oh, my God."

"Come on. I'm at the corner. I'll get you more intense experience than those two. Good, now we're gonna shrink a little again."

The routine we continue to fight irrationally. Forgotten heroes have been grinding their fangs since that time. Waiting for a time when you might come.

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"Oh, that's a good aim, Al. I'm holding on to your blood."

"Really!? I wonder if I can be like you."

"I can be.... I hope you don't get more like him if you can."

Claude was taking care of Alfred while enduring physical pain. William has bought a new book so he looks busy as he reads there. It's William's valve to take care of him because he's working out.

(Same thing happened the other day when I waved my sword, but you have good muscles. You said you swallowed fast, or you imitated well, anyway, I remember.)

I guess Alfred, who pulls the bow his father made so hard, is heartless and hard at work. That's why I feel like there's a little difference between a normal kid and him. The rate of absorption in the same pure effort, curiosity, and behavior is not normal.

"Okay, next time, let's try to stay away from it."

"Yah! Good luck with that."

Follow Claude's instructions and step back, Alfred. How cute it was to retreat backwards when it came to it. Almost a sight.

"Oh cute. Take it home."

There were no signs. There were people behind Alfred, even though there were no footsteps, nothing. Claude is stunned by that fact. Stunning but quick to react. Before you look at them, break in between to make sure they're safe, and at the same time, welcome a backward kick.

"Too hasty"

The kick had been taken with one hand.

"Too distracting in the first place. Always feel on the battlefield, that's what I taught you."

And Claude gets stuffy with a front kick that gets slapped in without getting her hair done. The person who laughs at it brings in Alfred. All done with one hand. I don't have the other arm in the first place.

All of a sudden it was moving, but Alfred's eyes didn't have the color of vigilance to capture the person. Rather, it even floats with joy.

"Aunt Hilda, it's you. Ah."

"Alas, I knew you were Rutgard's son. He has a good mouth. They're really cute!

Hilda was cheeky all over Alfred's puffy cheeks. That goes on until Claude recovers, which is prolonged and stuffy.

"Hi, Dr. Hilda. Suddenly it's terrible."

"You're the one who's terrible, aren't you, big fool Claude? Gaps everywhere, nagging... unconscious of keeping an important child. Be fierce."

Hilda von Taylor. Her maiden name, Gardner, had engaged Rheinberga in the battle for the loss of Browstat and had suffered major injuries for the loss of her arm. It was temporarily in such a state that it was ready to die, but takes a life.

But losing his arm, some facial wounds, and making him look like he didn't want to be a burden on his intended opponent any more, Carl stopped it and married him with an on-the-spot proposal. Then he gave up one daughter, and now he is the mother of one child.

Even as he retreated from the line, he was now archaic to Carl-owned school students through parenting intervals to capitalize on the experience. Its harshness was not the ratio of Ignaz, nor had it lost its strength as a descendant of the storm, even in one arm, waving its sword rather than bishibashi and teaching whip so much that it was the trauma of the Claudes.

"And Beatrice told me about it. You're such an idiot. I've told you many times to use Taylor's name if you think it sucks. | Taylor's adopted children (Taylor's Childrens) would have made sense. Use your connections, don't hesitate to defend yourself. Okay?"

"Ugh, usu! I'll be careful later."

It was a very weak claude for Hilda opponents.

"Is Ellis here, too?

"I'm here. Escort him because he's looking at flowers over there."

"Yeah, okay!

Alfred, blushing, rushed to a glance. He is a child who is blind to Claude and thin. Well, if you're the one you want, you'll have no choice.

"Are you here for tea with Mr. Rutgard?

Claude's question. I'm joking and I'm telling you, this case seemed to be there every once in a while, so much so that I could rank my feet in Ratlkia without meaning in order of Marianne, Claude and Hilda. But Hilda shakes her head.

"I'm with my husband today."

Claude opened her eyes wide. What it means is...

"The Third Army Admiral is here to see Mr. William."

(Sounds delightful. Although I can't do that face very well)

Hilda looked into the face of a young man who could not contain her expectations and moaned inside. I'm not listening to you from Carl's mouth. But in this period, in this situation, the Admiral stretched out his legs to Ratorchia, the land of the border. What it means is that if you move your head a little, everyone will know.

Hilda mourns. If it was as you imagined, it could be a bell that would mark the end of this dream. A land called Ratlkia was tying that man up. I had the happiness of my best friend Rutgard because I was tying him up.

That breaks. Hilda didn't want to see such a future.

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It was actually the first time in four years that William and Carl had been reunited. The last time I saw him was after that day, Arcadia's, a battle that would have been in Laurencia's war history, stretching out his legs to Latorquia to sip alcohol after the "Browstat Recapture Battle". By the way, since then, this iron wall capital has never dropped until Browstat lost his name. This battle was the greatest martial arts that engraved Carl's name into the world.

There was no four-year obsession between the two gentle cheap ales. William was heartily pleased with Carl's growth, and Carl also raised himself because he had some respect, which was William.

"Damn, it looks like it's mostly laid on my ass."

Surprisingly, you saw your wife take the lead.

That's exactly what my best friend was talking about. Two completely different properties, but not far apart. They're both some kind of lunatics. Maybe William could have been Carl, and maybe Carl could have been William. It seems distant and close, if there is no loss, if there is a loss, 'what if' doesn't make sense...

soothing atmosphere, where Carl potpourri and

"Angelum lost."

I've thrown in the real deal. William sips ale and puts a silver jock on his desk. The Admiral came all the way to tell this story. To a fallen hero.

"It's not uncommon to lose these days, is it? What do you want me to report?"

"Seriously wounded. I have crossed the line, but the condition is not fragrant. I think it's hard to get back on the front."

"... I see. So, who did?

As soon as possible, Carl makes the bat worse. William noticed a change in circumstances, but didn't dare to pinch his mouth. Carl will always say it without doing that, and if you say it, it won't go on. This is where this story begins.

"Hundred generals of Gallias, Renault de Chatenier"

William frowned. Answers I didn't make a prediction. William doesn't know this name in the first place. I guess that means a hundred generals is quite a figure, but it can be said that Angelum, who has crossed bends with the king's left and right, the king's sword, the king's spear, and the two Yingjies of Aquitania, his kingdom, would be rendered irreparable by such an unnamed opponent.

"Are you strong?

"I don't know. We don't know why we lost, either. Angelm has undoubtedly been strong since becoming a general. I crossed with the king's left and right, and I didn't win with Arkland, but I didn't. Seems like he's only been out of shape lately, but still I'm pretty sure he was a person who didn't look so bad in line where he was. But why..."

The great damage of losing one of the generals who had only 'two' left in Arcadia, albeit with all the results. The loss in this situation was in some ways more painful than when we lost Kaspar, Bernhardt and Herbert. Arcadia lays down a decree, but with all this importance, it will soon become irrepressible.

Carl, the only general left, put his head on.

"Let's put aside who Leno and I are first. I can't help but speculate. If Angelm is alive, he'll have a chance to listen. I found out about Angelm. That's an emergency. … and under such circumstances, the only Admiral left in Arcadia came a long way to such a border land. Let's ask again. What can I do for you?

Carl turned a blind eye to William's shooting gaze. With his hands in his nostrils, William gives Yale a hand when he sees Carl cruising something. When I was younger, I didn't like alcohol. I kept drinking in dating, and at last this past year, I've figured out a little bit of goodness. This bitterness is good. Because this world is all bitter.

"It's what's in your hand, and one thing, something breaks. I'm good. Because I think it's my job. But what would Rutgard or Alfred think? How will they accept that you, my brother and uncle, will destroy this time of calm?"

A crease came between Carl's eyebrows. He is still a good man of men. However, the stray is too late. This story was settled when I first came here. I heard knocking on the door. Rutgard turned to respond, and I saw the look on his face when he came back...

"I still have to do this."

William was finally aware of the end.

A single seal given in front of me. There's a royal wax that drove itself. In other words, this seal is a royal life. The beginning and end of this hidden life seems to be the cornerstone of this king's seal. William was desperate to laugh.

It is this royal destiny that is the last glory of a royal family who is worn out and who is about to abandon themselves in shame and in the outside world. Can I stay without laughing at this? Because over this period they won't even bow their heads.

"This was petitioned by His Highness Felix to His Majesty. His Highness Airhardt's will has not intervened in this seal. His Highness, who continues to fail, does not have as much power as before. This is one proof left. Until before, there could have been no royal life without His Highness's will intervening. Just open it. The contents, as you can see."

William strips the seal engraved with the king's seal unconstitutionally and removes the contents.

In summary, the contents written there are as follows. I want Arkas back as soon as possible. I have a seat for the general. When entrusted with the control of Ratorchia, the status of the Viscount granted is stripped. Instead it gives the status of Count and the territory south of Laconia.

Content like a dream story. But William's eyes were cold.

"Are we in trouble here? How much land south of Laconia remains to be fulfilled?"

"Are you upset? If you need anything, I'll take it home and talk to your Highness."

"You don't have to, Carl. I have no right of veto at the time this story comes. I don't even ask for it. I really don't have anything."

William stares into the void with pitiful eyes.

"My reply is set. I've also been getting ready. It's not something I can do, not even God, but it's also true that I have a lot of ideas."

"That's William. That's our hero."

"You can't beat Admiral 'Hole Digging' Carl, who recaptured Browstat. Great battle results in three years from the takeover of the bridge. I want to do the same."

"I'll say it often." to the habit of one man who took up a giant star with only three people in this world. "

"That's three of us. Because there are only three giant stars."

"Haha, so is that"

Two laughing together. Two, William turned his gaze toward the door.

"I want to talk about things. Why don't you just kill me some time?

Carl perceived the direction of his gaze, his presence on the other side of the door, as something to talk about. This is an inner, family matter. It's not something I should pinch my mouth on.

"Okay. I'll play with Alfred, who's grown up. I hope you remember me."

"You just have to make him remember again. From now on, there will be more opportunities to see you."

"Yeah, you're right."

Carl returns the blemishes and opens the door. Carl laid his eyes down pitifully when he saw who was ahead of him. I broke it myself. Destroyed a time when our own helplessness calmed down. In the end, it was impossible to survive this war without a hero named William.

Arcadia's power is never great on a continent that still boasts the greatest power, Garias, the Nedeluxe of Restoration, Arkland, the Estard of the All-Inclusive, and the emerging nation of Valhall (mother of Sambalt), led by the Mercenary King, and the various monsters. It's gone big.

So break it. Break one warm family and Arcadia will take it back. The days I didn't doubt the victory. The taste of victory I forgot. Arcadia's hero, the White Knight. I first figured out its size after losing it. I won't stand in the way anymore. I can't get in the way.

Because the world is calling heroes again.