Tower of Karma

William responded generously to Garias' soldiers. Sleeping food is guaranteed and I promise to take away my freedom but not kill it. Arcadia also told everyone that they were important hostages and that it was strictly forbidden to treat them differently because they were negotiating material.

There was some dissatisfaction, but William silently pushes them through. Lenore's remains were also firmly sworn to be treated with due diligence, and there was no dissatisfaction from Gallias' soldiers.

"Where's Deputy General Roger Perlan?

"We're currently searching, but the body hasn't come up and is missing."

"I'm not the kind of man who dies unknowingly in a brawl. Now it is the man who gave up his seat to Renault, but became a hundred generals by force from the civilian population. Keep searching."

"Ha!"

William had made arrangements once, too, but a man named Roger, he wasn't the kind of guy who was supposed to be under people. The man was convincingly talented by Leno, and it's hard to think of a man who was spoiled by his own deputy general to escape. The answer is therefore narrowed to one.

(Well, I can't find them in these guys. I don't care if they find me. I'll leave the processing to them, and I'll see how much our last fart is, whether the scratches go through or not, heh, more fun)

As William's strategy in this battle, the first is the blockade of information. We're already showing about half the achievement. That, but the longer the blockade, the better. William thought it might be a little, interesting to see if it could be the last hand Lenore released, the one to break that blockade.

"Well, what's going on with the tail? I'd love to see him fail."

William looks south. There was a pitiful grin everywhere.

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"Hands loose!"

Beatrix screamed without covering his surroundings. "Fair enough," said Raphael, but I don't see her sedentary in a talented woman sprinkling puffiness and anger.

"What are you unhappy about?

Claude will ask for gas. I am unhappy with the addition or subtraction of William, for obvious reasons. I wouldn't be asking for anything to the point of being too generous with prisoners, slaughtering them or exterminating them, as a beatrice.

Still, they are enemies, and more or less allies are killed as well.

"Even if I don't tell you, you'll see. How stupid and dumb you are!

"... hiccup - that's rhetorical. Well, isn't there a reason? You don't do things for no reason, that guy. Besides, I'm not like that old guy. I had a family, and I could take a horn. He said there would be no senseless slaughter."

I know why I'm angry. But Claude is the only one who knows why. A courtesy had been given to prisoners as a measure not to let information get away with stories heard yesterday. So Claude knows. They haven't even heard how it's done.

"... Claude, do you know something?

Raphael is confused by Claude's condition.

"Beh, I don't know anything."

Seeing a shitty claude of concealment turned my concern to certainty. Claude is the one who hates these irrationalities the most in the first place. It's simple and I don't do in-depth reading, I can't. There is some reason why that claude is at its most calm point.

Likewise, the simple beatrix was kicking Claude's ass with no puffiness or meaning.

(Why does Master William do this all the time?... I'm supposed to be more helpful)

That idea scratches me out while I'm arguing between two people who started a fight. Normally, the simplicity of these two was a little healing for Raphael, who is in the royal palace's number of manoeuvres. Perhaps without this in a way is the difference between Angelum and Raphael. There are many similarities, but the environment was too different.

"Hey there!

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!

Childish rather than simple, one might say.

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Blood dances. In the dark at night, one scream for life. The storm of slaughter blows first.

Life disappears before anyone realizes it. Well, the lights are going out. There is no grief or pain there. There is the fact that death and the sunrise that never comes. Adults and children alike, the lights drank into the darkness.

"Fifty kills per person. Don't let one ant get away with it."

The darkness swells. Everything is quiet and the abyss is their realm. A temporary sleep becomes eternal.

"Collect your torso in one place. If there's a smoke in it, nobody will ever think of it."

Just one night. That was too much for them.

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Two points observed simultaneously the sight of black smoke rising from Laconia. One looked up at it with confusion and the other with silence. But they're the same way across the street. I mean, the aim is different, but...

"Regular contact has been interrupted for a long time. Well, that kid is trying to fool us, and rarely does he contact us."

"Laconia black smoke, I think we just need to find out"

The name of the man who does not seek to hide his dissatisfied face against that advice is Nazer de Lucreur. Not a hundred generals of Garias, but the Lucreur family itself is a famous house. Of a civilian, to say the least. Nazer is a talent that the politicians put into the army as part of their politics.

Of course a martial officer is water and oil. I don't take responsibility. Danger pushes. I'm just saying whatever I want far from the front line. Probably just out-of-target language was also a frustrating factor.

"There is a distance here from Nort to Laconia. We need to prepare ourselves when we say we'll send out an investigation team. Moving the army will cost you money. Wouldn't that be a wasted expense?

A blue muscle floated on the forehead of the facing martial artist. It ends badly because this incompetence is the counter to Renault, who has been delegated full powers with regard to this region. From a politician's point of view, I didn't want any more strength in the military, so much so that speculation could fly that I might have pulled this man over to pull my leg.

"If you're ready, you'll be done in a day or two. There's no shortage of money, and I don't want to investigate this anomaly in the first place, and I was wondering if this would be a liability issue if something happened."

"Say that first! I'll leave it to you, including the investigation. Don't get me into this unnecessarily."

It makes me laugh because this is the man who stands over people bent over. Garias is certainly a treasure trove of talent. But that doesn't mean it's exceptionally high compared to other countries in terms of population ratios and territory. Besides, behind the light called the Innovation King, the equally enlarged and corrupt remains, albeit somewhat removed.

It was the handling of a lesion called the brains of kings who presided over the army, the seeds of their troubles still indelible corruption.

And there was a man who had glimpsed the lesion, close to the Innovation King. Garias was on full alert. Renault also sent another report that he didn't normally send, although he didn't receive it.

Because the Innovation King himself had said before his death that the resurrection of the man would be a ferocious news for Garias.

If there was a problem, there was only a little blank of seven years, which relaxed them, that was all. It is natural if you are a person. If you were a person...

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The sights the investigation team saw...

"Hey, what's this?

Unpopular laconia. Smoke beneath the ashes of a handful of human bones. The more billion-dollar it counted, the more it piled up and turned their perplexity into fear. Their minds endured the sight that was so distant that they were at their best.

"Keep your perimeter on alert! Someone might be hiding!

The Garias army made the wrong choice. They searched for shadows that they could not find, and differed from the vigilant 'surroundings'. They should have looked wider and farther.

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William, led by 45,000, was in the lead. Pull the herd forward, forward. At the end of the black smoke, only the man knew the sight to wait for. I've been drawing them since the beginning. Drawings to this point. Pictures from here.

"The North Gate of Laconia is open!

"It could be a trap"

"Even if it is, no, that's why we have to jump in. Laconia has non-combatants. There must have been people who encouraged evacuation but remained before this battle began. There are so many different reasons that there is no point in their place. As a compatriot of the same Arcadia, you can't miss that disturbing black smoke"

My men float something hot in William's remarks. "Answer!" Some cried out and responded. William smiles and nods at their reaction. "Let's go together".

The Arcadia army, because of its compatriots, led to disturbing Laconia.

said Claude. "Have a family, I got a corner," he said. William Lewis has changed. Even the relatively close Claude, William's atmosphere was rounded enough to make it so 'illusory'. That's why...

"What is this?

A mountain of companion bodies,

"Hey, why are there Arcadia troops here!? What did Master Renault say?"

And so the Garias army, who were groaning,

"How dare you, an innocent people. I won't forgive you, Gallias!

I can use them. The 'acting' of that anger strikes their minds. You can awaken their enthusiasm, their anger, their hatred. My mind is zero degrees, nothing different than it was seven years ago. Rather, the abyss only adds further depth, distance and coolness.

"No questions asked! Ravage them, warriors!

"Even if you don't tell me!

There are only soldiers there to investigate this occasion, even though they have done nothing. Erase their words with anger. It does not reach the Arcadia soldiers of hate, such as Garias' 'begging for life', an enemy nation. to the flashy manifestation of emotion, to those who kill, to those who are killed, to the hilarious appearance of both sides,

Let the painter take the lead over anyone else. As a delight, even one soldier has to escape to wave his sword. The atmosphere is filled with anger, but there is no anger in its appearance. They, the puppets, show only the backs they played, and their smiles are directed at both the poor prey.

(The little things that preceded you, the people who died here, were nothing but small things for you. You can't even shake a scale like you're a non-combatant or a girl or a child. Is this sight demonic? Say stupid. The number of people he's going to kill, the number of people he's going to kill, is far different than the hundreds who just died in a place like this. Besides, they go on and become his shield, and they die without even knowing that they were dancing on their hands. Heh, heh, it's up ahead, how devilish)

The strongest assassin can't miss an ant coming out of the south gate. the hilariousness of an avid Arcadian army. The hilariousness of the Garias army overlapping too many things to be consumed by waves of anger without the art of becoming. Too pitiful, a feast of puppets and prey.

The demon who directs it has gazed at me. Know the darkness, but therefore he knows exactly where they lurk. That gaze said. There's plenty here, and the rest go to the end.

(Were the people who had him chased short of strength? I know, I'll go)

The strongest assassin, the White Dragon, disappears with the shadow as it is. It would also be a bad hobby to keep looking. It is just a massacre, such as a battle with clear results. There's no way you can withstand the ravages of angry warriors with only the mindset to investigate.

Lightly they were wiped out. There's not even a word to excuse, and there's no mouth for the dead.

"Come on, my elite. Do you want to stop here? Heal the tiredness of a long march here, sidelined by carelessly slaughtered brethren?

"No!

Burning flames.

"We will not forget. Let the people who were here live the lives they were raised here. They were always next to us. We have been together for a long time as good understanders of the military. We must clear their minds. That's the warrior's mission! Protecting them, taking away our true mission, reclaiming the pride of the deprived warrior, Arcadia! Fulfill your mission!

"Answer!

Shrevia and Gregor watched the burning sight bitterly. I know because they know how to do it. The leader and fan, he said, was the one who painted this picture. However, there were other things they knew besides what they did.

For better or worse, a man named William Lewius doesn't lose, he wins. That man can easily prepare for the victory Arcadia wanted so badly that he could get his hands out of his throat. Hence silence. Knowing its power, therefore, I did not give it water. In the first place, I'm not so sure that it was William who did it to them, I don't even know that kind of thing. I mean, I can't give you water or bounce it off the edge.

The information did not come out of Laconia. They got out earlier than that. As a result...

Nort fell for less than half a day after receiving the enemy. Nazer, who tried to escape, was rubbed off all of its sins as the chief and said it took him hours to get caught on fire. That ugly scream calls for further great flames.

They were remembering. They were beginning to know.

How to win, taste it. the pleasure of holding the biocide and exercising it. The business of those who last longer than the other side of Far Tai. Having a winner means having a loser. Knowing this flavor is all business. Because it tastes like seizure.

No matter how long it takes, it's stupid and ugly to be with people.