Tower of Karma

Arcadia proceeded to pawn so well that she was scared. A bunch of wins in a row where the loss so far is a lie. Kevin, who is William's assistant as deputy, is uncomfortable with everyone who is beginning to accept this anomaly. Even against the monsters who offered it as a matter of course, he was getting scared.

"How can we defeat our enemies so easily? Until now, it's been a lot and a step by step, and I've been losing lately... because Master William is still a general?

William grinned bitterly when he saw how Kevin was doing. It conveys that it is common to have fear. He is a well-balanced and competent man, but there were still some immature aspects.

"That's not true. That's not the kind of occult you're winning right now. The army led by a strong general is strong, I don't deny that fact, but if that makes it always winless and undefeated, the world should only have Ostberg and Estado and St. Lawrence left. There's another factor."

"What would that be? You don't understand."

"It's not hard to think about. What matters is information and speed. The former factor in particular is significant. Holding information is a big advantage. I can't even prepare until I can see it, and I get feathers that bathe arrows naked. This is an extreme example, but how many battlefields would have been close to it? That's not that sloppy over there. That's what we made him do."

"Where the hell would you do that?"

"Don't tell me that. The snake path is a snake. You can tell me if you care."

"... I forbid it"

Kevin shook his head heavily because William's eyes said otherwise that he would not be able to go back. If you step in, you won't be able to go back to the area, if you grow up, but you won't like it. But you can see that boundary. Social experience and instinct are suing us that it's dangerous beyond that. The hand William used undoubtedly involved that area, and Kevin wasn't ready to touch anything like that.

"The rest is speed. Do not devote your power to the occupation and go immediately to the next. Forward, forward. I can't suppress the information when I get here. But even if you pass it on, you can still win if you don't get them ready to intercept you. There's no need to beat anything on that plate alone. If you create a form that can triumph outside of it, it is inferior to the quality of soldiers and always triumphs to be outnumbered by tactics. I'm just proving it, I am."

The breadth of horizons, the range of thoughts, is too different from that of ordinary people. A better tactic that many military lawyers aspire to is already saturated. As each runs on further exploration, William is beginning to fight beyond the boundaries of the battlefield. A constant victory, which was not completed seven years ago, took shape one by one.

"Well, the best form is to win without fighting. The immediate goal is to create this state."

"... and beyond?

"Creating a ground that lasts a thousand years, I guess."

Words I joked about and let go. But I didn't think that was a joke to Kevin. Occasionally, those eyes, looking so far away in fear, don't feel uncomfortable even if they were looking a thousand years ahead.

(Rather than that, what you're saying is not the idea of the First General. I knew I was after you)

Kevin decided not to listen to it. If you step in there too, you're muddy, if you're in business, you're more than happy to stick your feet in, and you're confident you'll live happily away from the war with your sync. I've taken that kind of study, and I've had some experience worrying about my path to the end. But no politics, I didn't even feel like getting close. That's the Devil's Cave, the Hundred Ghosts' Snub is the world of politics.

"Come on, you see it. It's Maalburg."

"You're just about ready."

"On the outside. It's not very detailed. It's a penetration. Besides, that city has never been a battlefield since I changed my name to Malburg. Even before that, the surface is made that way, but we can't just ask for the capital, the tactical strength. There's a gap."

They've been winning. Their morale is high. Maalburg is not as robust as it is in action as Browstat. The breadth of the capital never works superiority in battle. Normally, there's no way we're packing 20,000 or 30,000 soldiers in this kind of rear.

"Gentlemen, let's call it a victory today. Carved into the world, Arcadia said, we're strong!

Morale goes up to step skipping. Look at the back of the man leading the way. They tremble. Victory gave him light. The force gravitated to him. He's just another person, too, I know by reason. But the part of instinct was making him look big. They are too mighty, too beautiful, heroes of victory, and they are intoxicated by themselves who walk with them.

Victory hero symbolizes. Take the ever-winning flock.

Three days, in just three days, a city with a population of 100,000 and a permanent army of 5,000 fell. There are about 10,000 soldiers gathered from the defectors and surrounding cities. Fifteen thousand where it fits. The city was too big to stop 45,000 herds. Also Arcadia gets drunk on the victory booze.

William gave the army its first decent break the next day. Same the next day, lay still in Malburg as if waiting for something.

And on the third day...

Arcadia's floating mood completely scratched off. They intended to have stepped on the tail of the snake. Even if it bites you, you won't die. We have to move on. But that wasn't the tail of a snake. A giant dragon named Garias had stepped on its tail.

The first one to show up was about 5,000 horseback riders. There are a few bronze flags, if any. We can't be inferior to ourselves on the defensive side, I thought so.

An hour after that, it was the black flag and the Aquitanian flag that showed up with the sand smoke. In total, 30,000 troops form before Maalburg. Together, 35,000, the clouds are getting a little suspicious.

Two more hours later, now the flag with the emerald flag and the beautiful sword embroidery flickers. 25,000 troops. At the same time, 10,000 infantry gather in a bronze flag. Arcadia ceases before the army of seventy thousand. That's not the case with battlefields where all those troops face each other, even though it's in the defensive side's favor. Moreover, if there are three kings left and right, and Aquitania joins the king's sword, the pressure will jump off the girder. But that was only a preface.

"Hey, what the fuck, these guys?"

The more everyone and he blued, the more an hour of transformation from there was amazing.

Hundreds of generals and armies of nations, hundreds, two hundred, five hundred, a thousand, and small flocks gather together. If the chisel is loaded, it becomes a mountain. An additional 30,000 will be added and 100,000 troops will be completed. They finally realized the seriousness of Garias, the height of his fever. To what we've done.

The finish is the king's flag of Garias, the red flag as blood accompanies it. A total of 50,000 troops guarding Garias' home country joined. The best soldiers to protect the King's capital and its surroundings. A supreme regiment of soldiers with good practice in every corner and glitter to the toe. Commanding it is Lydiane de Ulterior, the brainchild of a superpower that commands politics to the military and even commerce to the end.

A hundred and fifty thousand troops showed up here. Its magnificence is unparalleled in Laurencia, and it is obvious that it will be in the history of war simply by preparing so many troops. Arcadia found out. That we will be beaten down here and named for the history of war as losers.

"Hey, my friend William! I'm so glad I haven't seen you in seven years!

Lydiane advancing forward calls out loud against its appearance.

"Wouldn't you like to see and talk about this army!? How about talking about surrender?

White flag presented. Most of those gathered thought William would drink of it. Fifty thousand is a good place to deal with so many troops, an Arcadia country even though it lacks information, even if it spreads out. If you deal with 150,000, you will only be crushed.

"Liddy! I want to talk to you, too. It's been a long time since I've discussed tactics with you. It's also a pleasure to blossom in memorabilia. Woohoo, what a sweet time!

William, standing on the outer wall, also spoke with unbeatable volume. Her face is stretched with a gentle grin. Seeing it distorted the faces of Lütes and Eurydice. For different reasons, I understood the meaning of that laugh.

"But it's..."

William put a bow on it. Daltanian breaks into a ray with Lydiane. But that's not where we're going.

"Why don't we take our time after we win!

An arrow stands against the king's flag of Garias. Now 150,000 is out of line. It is estimated to be more than six hundred meters in flight distance, and even though it is struck down, the arms that can shoot that distance accurately are not concomitant. A flame dwelt in Eurydice's eyes. Not hatred or disgust, but flames as pure samurai.

"Let's talk in battle first. And when you decide to surrender, why don't we bring you some fine wine? Come on, Garias, ladies and gentlemen, I'm the White Knight! I dare you. You are challengers. [M] There are three culminations in this world on the battlefield, and I am one of them. And there is no such thing among you. [M] You are the losers of a time when superpowers and so on could not beat black gold! You should thank me. Thanks to my return, you will be able to stigmatize your predecessor! The loser of the era, Gaius, who couldn't beat a giant star, nah!

The statement greatly inspired the superpowers. The laughter also disappeared completely in the faces of those who were laughing at the performance of shooting arrows at the flag earlier. Even Lydiane, who laughed bitterly that it was the same, had no shards of laughter.

Everything is stained with anger. They insulted the king, whom everyone loved, whom they were all proud of. And the closer you are, the better you know. That Gaius appreciated William more than anyone else and was sending him too much petition. That's why I can't forgive you. Even if it was a provocation, it was only an unforgivable outrage to tarnish it.

"You want me to touch the scales, not just the tails."

"Now you don't hesitate to smash it. There were especially many followers of him at Lütes'. I don't think there are any fools out of hand on the battlefield, but this still reduces spiciness"

To the words of the Daltanians. Lydiane glances haphazardly at the outer walls of Maalburg. There was already no sign of William, just a bowman visible. After all, we cannot question the sincerity of this senseless provocation. I can't and there's no point in doing it.

"We just win. Isn't that right, the king's left arm?

"Of course, brains of kings. Please say what it is. Let's move our hands and feet as fast as we can."

"Thank you. Even so, the siege, the things to do, etc. have been decided. Siege and tighten. I won't let you make any replenishments. I don't even give you time to rest. Crush with Infinite Attack"

"Yes, sir. All units are advised! Siege Maalburg, strangle him slowly!

At last, it was a war. Superpowers intercept with maximum force. Does Arcadia have a winning eye for overwhelming power differences? The champion of this battlefield will lead the world to come. Either we win, or the lid of battle the world watches was cut and dropped.