Tower of Karma

With the beautiful sky spreading, Angelm was staring at the battlefield, which would follow this sky from above his bed alone. A stage that has already fallen zero out of my own hands. culminated by the Lord's 'life'. I've managed to eat it, but that's over.

"It's a good morning. You left your choice to the world. I couldn't live up to the expectations of one of them again, but I just think this was inevitable."

The duty the Lord entrusted to Himself the day the hero supposedly fell to the earth. I scratched my feet, and I made an unwavering effort to meet my expectations. But I think it is now. I was in the wrong direction. Angelum was heartily happy that day when he was poked at the right answer.

Woohoo, I still can't reach it myself. And I wasn't wrong about my thoughts, he said.

Whenever a hero is ahead of his imagination. That was my heartfelt pleasure.

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Time goes back a little, and after William returns to Arkas for a little while...

"Good luck with that."

Best of all, Angelum laughed bitterly when he heard the words he had been uttered to the Lord. I said I couldn't help you. He said he couldn't keep up with expectations.

"I'm sorry. Not in line with expectations."

Now. William stops Angelm trying to get up by pressing an unhealing wound.

"Ten years, it's been ten years since I let Jan in. My assumptions."

"Ten years... suppose... So you were still thought to lose"

"The seeds were scattered for it. Still, it was a bet. Jan von Zeekt, in the centre, even if it is erased in Arcadia, Ostberg, the enemy country, has information left. Honestly, I was beyond my assumptions. The more I look into it... the stronger he is"

"... Yes, I was in charge of your side too, so I have heard some of the martial arts traditions from the enemy countries. The record of the battle is very informative."

"There's been a guy for ten years, with expectations of the surroundings, ten years. It's more than just an assumption than the various elements intertwining, but in the first place my account doesn't include the rarity of Jan saying things like falling out. If I had known that information, I would have corrected the itinerary immediately. All year long."

"... it"

"You've gone beyond my assumptions, Angelum. I filled Jan's hole and allowed him to hold it until the assumed three-year discrepancy. It's a big deal. I don't know if I could have done more than not have all the pawns."

Angelm was impressed. There is no lie in William's eyes. I understand him best. That's why I know. Little, flame contained in that word. Something directed at someone that can be a threat to you. That, over the course of seven years, finally, even slightly, turned out for me.

"I thought to myself, how about a seriously injured human opponent... how about a game?

William points to Strachez. The only plaything in this room, originally I could point to quite a bit, but I met William, imitated him, pointed to Jan every time I also met him, and was somewhat confident. It's not like we can measure the play, the real battle, anything about it.

"Hopefully from the top of the bed"

"It's settled."

William deduces Angelm's current location through the play. Same with Angelm again. It looks soothing and the sight of your best friends smiling and talking to each other. My sister, Annelise, was also so impressed by years of snowmelting that she wept. But I don't know the flames that burn quietly between us.

For the first time, they alone have a build-up that allows them to live in battle and drop that experience into a play called Strachez, and this play can be a imitation of battle.

"... it's no excuse"

"Leno's strong, huh?

"Yes. I, too, was hustled and hustled with must-have measures, etc. to save wasted thought from pawns, but I am heavily aware that there is no such thing. For those who can think, put in a correction as appropriate, and finally you can draw your ideal war… this is the one."

"Did Taylor's Childrens not make it?

"No, it's still in time, I, I lost. A bunk structure that incorporates new forms into existing tactics. A blend of old and new. I had a response. At least, when I could win this fight, my hands and feet finally made it. Then the measures intended were surpassed after an immediate response. A general who has been meaty to me said. I've got an assumption ahead of me. You're awesome. But our general assumed ahead. inscribe the name of Lenor de Chatenier,"

"There's a difference in proficiency."

"Yeah, Arcadia is inferior to one and two steps in the sense of responsiveness. There's no difference in the quality of young people, and I'd rather think this one's winning, but the veterans at heart aren't good."

"Still telling me you lost to an anonymous man," now "?

"... Yes. Neither excuse nor humility, and I will judge you so. I mean..."

"Stronger than me now, huh?"

William vs. Angelm. The armies were going up to Angelm. Seven years of drilling, sword polishing, but more than that, he was polishing his tactics. Due to the characteristics of this play, you won't be able to rate it in a single battle, but you're definitely in an area closer to each other than you won.

William saw Angelum's obsession on this board for seven years.

"Can't you win with a flat hand? You've got a lot of talent coming out."

"When it comes to delicacies, it emerges from nowhere. Just like you."

"Let me give you a reference, Black Knight's View"

"Can the White Knight win?

William laughed confidently.

"Oh, I'll win."

Looking into its eyes, Angelm smiled. There are no lies or strengths there. With all the information out there, he ran out saying he could beat someone who might be stronger than himself. I'm sure of it.

"How?

"Oh, that's..."

Seven years ago, while Angelm was polishing his tactics, he was also creating something.

There's no way you're stopping. He is - the white knight William von Lewius.

Because he's the man who crashed a giant star from the bottom and grabbed heaven.

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"You can't win with a flat hand. Then you can say it easily. I was nothing but a halt to the range of samurai. I finished you, and hehe, isn't it a pain in one stomach?"

Noisy Arcas. A noisy energetic man summons and scatters foolishly. The White Knight is over, the White Knight is not a big deal. It rusted in seven years. Incompetence of drawstrings. The Black Knight was stronger. Will he not be resurrected? It's really stupid. Stupid and stupid, and I don't see why Angelm expects him from these people.

Angelm thinks it's worth saving, for example, just people.

"They can't remember what I said yesterday. How powerful it is, they sin unconsciously. Lightly, one at a time, if stacked, it becomes a force. Same words. I don't understand why, more importantly, you bear the reward. It would be ugly."

Beautiful people are less than a single grip. Therefore, Angelm will have no hesitation in turning its ill will to many others now. He has come to understand that few are there, such as people worth living. Definitions are rooted in me.

He is beautiful. Where does he intend to go, carrying the ugly? I don't understand Angelm beyond that, and I don't want to. Beautiful things lose, ugly things gain. I can't tolerate such an unfair. To keep me from doing so, I spent seven years, dying.

To say that you lose and he will be on the table stage again is to say so.

"My lord, my king, step over my body, world, know it again."

Angelum.

"All of you are on your hands."

And Angelum, just a drop, cried.

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Renault was excellent. This is what he thought best in the first defeat, the battle that took Laconia. Something. He put out minimal information in the decree that William had been resurrected, and himself further attacked to explore sincerity. Renault doesn't know a giant star. But I have experience in engaging with those who argued for giant stars. So I noticed. That this is a trap.

An army led by a giant class wins, even if it is frivolous as a tactic. Renault knew such irrationality. Hard to admit it. It's in this world as a reality. If you're willing to win, you can stand on the arrow. If your power is antagonistic, you shouldn't lose a great deal, even if you're tactically disadvantaged.

"Rusty in seven years? Heh heh, reality is not sweet enough for us that the 'real' with the giant stars down is easily corrupted. Don't forget Garias. A battle with the goddess of war, still to be told."

The ensuing streak of defeats is also unnatural. I was trying different tactics. But that's what makes the roots the same. That's the same thing as a black knight. And it's the Black Knight who's proven it doesn't work. Then you don't have to try. Still tried. As inviting as it may be, give Garias a sweet victory.

"It's camouflage. Shitty smell erased. A hundred generals would eat without thinking, but I am not. After extensive exploration of the area, I was able to read your aim. This is a tiger hole. Oldengard is the big mouth for eating me. The fangs grow there."

Lenore was breaking William's aim.

"You're confident you'll win even if you cut your battle power by half. Then I want to know. [M] If it is a castle, we will leave without hesitation. If it's a field fight, push it. The initiative is still here, and I'll let you know if this tiger hole is dangerous to us or not, tiger, tiger."

On top of that, Lenore rode half William's aim. Immediate retreat if you are aiming for a long war. Though it would be hard to find a situation in which you decide you can't win at the point of the formation but withdraw, regardless, and in the field that your army can't beat half of your opponents in battle.

Renault was expecting that. Tactics beyond my imagination, can I make the right decision before the power? Can you squeeze well? There is still no chronicity in this novelty.

"Dear Renault, I sent regular contact to the rear. It must be time for Laconia to have reinforcements. Everything's fine, there's no drain."

"I look forward to seeing if it goes beyond that assumption, tomorrow."

A morning of destiny also comes for the Lenores.

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On a fateful day, under the undisputed sunshine, both factions were staring. A flat ground with some gradient from the Gallias side. The condition is five minutes. And the formation of both factions...

"There's no such thing as a philosophy… it's too plain a dense formation"

Arcadia Army, choose a dense formation of infantry subjects that is now rare with emphasis on speed. Too plain. That was an outdated tactic that was not the same as previous war types. Look at that. Garias, who owns Leno,

"I see. Is that the answer to the tactic for the White Knight? If it was Strachez, it would have been eating face-to-face. But this is a real battlefield."

Abandoning the polished formation against the White Knight, he chose the best tactic once and for all to make the war half a century old a past, as Garias' textbook suggests. The rational line, rich in mobility and tied to each team, is still widely known to the world as an example, albeit overtaken by the White Knight's distorted tactics.

"Certainly the tactics so far have been a little too biased towards mobility. I already know the drawback. It was a tactic that was so broken by the simulated battle with the heroes your country gave me."

With the same hand Renault's tactics had been broken by Jan. And it was the answer to that that was the basic tactic of Galias, understood by everyone, that anyone in Galias's military would know.

"In the end, tactics and hajikan are the same thing. Absolutely not. That's why we, Garias, who have so many choices, are strong."

Renault's army was able to use two basic tactics: one for the White Knight and the other for Garias. Two tactics you'll never lose if you're not, that monopoly. According to military proficiency, if it's the same tactic, there's no winning. The difference in force is clear in the first place. You can't win the same. If you can't even be the same...

"You can't win if you're normal. What will you say to this formation, White Knight?"

It was self-evident that Arcadia had no chance of winning.

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"It's a war change on the way. Seriously, that army is amazing."

"A very highly skilled army. I can't take advantage of tactics with this."

"That's a pain in the ass, though it's supposed to be. By the way, why are all three of them positioned so close? The fact that Claude's on the horse in the first place is a bit odd in itself, though."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu bong. I'm a hundred captains only for this fight, right? Horses or so."

For those who know, this situation was like being cotton and neck-tightened. Obviously stronger over there as a herd. Only our own weapon against is the thing given to us by William. I have tried this and tried it, but it is the first time I have put it into action.

Everyone was nervous. If you're not nervous,

"There you go, young man"

It's just one person, the eyes that look ahead stare at the battlefield.

The war was a quiet one. Slowly the Garias army deployed to the left and right, taking the form of a siege over the dense formation of the Arcadian army. We won't reach it until we wrap it up because we have Oldengard behind us, but that still doesn't change this attitude being unfavourable.

"I'm gonna crush you all at once like this! Show them how to fight!

"You can't even lose the left wing! Garias prides himself on the power of a bow cavalry, showing it to me!

The battle is decided once and for all. Everyone in the field thought so. Eat with some sacrifice from the opponent of the guard, and pack your mind, the formations of the bees will fall once and for all. That was the same in Strachez.

Archer stand.

Quiet, the order runs to the Arcadia army. It was never loud. But instinct moves the body to obey. My body moved before my consciousness, before my understanding.

"Are you trying to intimidate me! Idiot, at this distance..."

They even took away their fear of the enemy in front of them. to the underlying 'awe' behind it.

"Fire."

At the same time, it was released. Just an arrow at first glance, just a bow. But the distance was beyond Gallias', common sense of the world. Thirty percent, flying well, compared to Garias, even if you subtract from shooting a bow on a horse, so a four-point flying distance.

"Stupid!?

Shocked by the sight, Lenor opened his eyes wide.

When this happens, some gradient feels like a hell of a slope. The range is so different that we can't even fight it in the first place. The rain of arrows pours. On the one hand, they swallow lives.

"This difference is too great, minus being on horseback! It's not just a long bow. No way, a compound bow!? That's all, for this battlefield, you say you've got it ready!

Composite bows are quite costly compared to round wood bows made of a single material. It is unlikely that a composite bow will be employed first, if the nobility does not know if it is to be used in hunting and unified in the army. It's not an impossible story to be a short bow, but it should have been a dream story when it was also a long bow.

"William Lewius has a proven track record of using big guys like siege weapons in the field. So I was expecting a big guy like that if he had a hidden ball as a weapon. But this is so much more intense than the big guys, I can't blame you for the simplicity!

Garias army completely screwed up in the footsteps. Tactical superiority and so on blew up in an instant.

"If this were Strachez, it would have been your victory. No, Garias' overall strength is troublesome. But this is not Strachez. If you don't have to match the number of pawns, you can strengthen the pawns. Come on, show him the stuff in his eyes, spit out the accumulated depression! Expand the front, we'll get the cavalry out!

Garias, who completely stopped his leg. As for the motion, it was a backward attempt to get out of range once, and William couldn't have blamed the attitude. It couldn't have been unprepared.

"Let's go, you bastards! I'm gonna punch it all in, Olah!

"Osvalt comes with a sword, pushing"

"This is our only chance! Don't miss it!

The front of the center unfolded, from which a cavalry rolled like a fire arrow was ejected.

"Shit-"

Garias was widely deployed by the entire army, and retreated. It spread too far. No matter how you beat the overall number, if you are locally inferior, it becomes a disadvantage. If its location were central, the crisis would be even greater. Plus...

"What is that horse, what legs are you wearing!?

Arcadia's cavalry, its speed also exceeded Garias' expectations.

William's owned ranch attracted diverse horses from around the world thanks to investments by the Taylor Chamber of Commerce. They were multiplied to produce different varieties and mass produce the fastest foot combination of them all. With the exception of William's riding horses, all horses prepared on this battlefield are its new breed. Of course, it is still at the trial and error stage, but only some know that it has made a huge leap forward in the emergence of a certain genius.

The long bow of the composite bow, Arcadia's horse, these factors that I hadn't made these predictions overturned Renault's assumptions. Renault trembles.

"This is your seven-year achievement! I kept getting ready all the time while I was disappearing from the public. No bow, no horse, no one knew, and I prepared it. Ha, it's still amazing. You are beyond the boundaries of a warlord. That's it, do it, William Lewis!

The two new weapons are not brand new. That's why it's scary. Because he didn't run into oddities and jumped the power of the King's Road. A reinforcement that makes so much more sense than a stone thrower, a stone bow, etc. Performance and cost, probably polished up both sides. That range will be the standard for the coming Arcadia. This horse's leg becomes fundamental.

Renault caught his face in that fear.

A young general running the lead. A face I've seen several times holds a bow on the horse. Naturally, that would also be a composite bow. Squeeze and release the bow from outside this range. It was a strong bow. His arrows pierce the shield and shake part of the front line. The swing, it's one girl who doesn't miss and runs through.

Garias was angry at the fierceness that the girl unleashed. The atmosphere the girl holds together is not that of a hundred captains already. As a female but Osvalt clan, a special military subordinate. Faster than anyone, more intense than anyone, the girl's atmosphere was burning.

"Don't get in my way, hey kid!

The girl's sword reaches Garias. The moment you touch them, the soldiers with shields that are torn apart endlessly. A spear, an arrow, breaks and advances, no matter what. Osvalt's genius growls.

"... Yabe, I'm late. It's been a long time, so that's an excuse, damn it."

Young martial artists jumping in like rage from there.

Yes, most horrible of all, the young Yingjies, who have also shown a few glitters on this battlefield. The fact that a generation even lower than myself is emerging. It is natural to have talent in Garias, a superpower. But it was a strange story to have so many grains in Arcadia. Too many good young people. I don't think the intention is intervening.

"Even human resources, should we consider that we have prepared them? If so, hehe, I wonder if we can win a little."

The horizon that its eyes have foreseen is far away. If I am even on my way to where I stand now, what exactly will the height of the vertices be? Renault couldn't stop the tremor. Renault underestimated the person he was supposed to admire. No, I couldn't share my gaze with Leno, that's all.

"You monster."

Seven years ago, Leno also spoke of it, which would have been thrown many times.