Tower of Karma

The Daltanians were surrounded by lukewarm fears. The battlefield overflowing with heat on that side was, in a way, inside my understanding. The presence of the overwhelming strong has also been experienced in the practical example of Strakless. So surprise is not that much fear. The way you fight when you do is good.

But...

(Was Etan and Vansan shot with arrows from the blind spot? Georges is a blow from behind. A clean stab in the heart from the back, huh? Everyone is dead with a look that hasn't caught up with understanding. And all, young Hope and talented people. I see, you're willing to cut your head off)

This battlefield was too quiet. There is definitely a battle going on. I've been looking at it a little bit since earlier. But William is too conspicuous with Wolfe. There was a status quo that I couldn't capture from earlier by playing Daltanian.

(Obviously avoiding me. No, you just have a low priority to fight me? Young people are being shredded anyway. William, you're definitely burying talented people, not just young people. If you're doing this with all this in mind, this is definitely the highest priority action)

Daltanian was remembering William seven or eight years ago. After returning from the battlefield, a man who was so focused on developing talent that he held a study group in Tularn, led by Lütes and others, is now cutting talent more than anyone else. It is too absurd an action.

(... maybe I was mistaken)

Everyone in Gallias knew William, not just the Daltanians. He was listening to his study group and giving Garias all sorts of things. It was a short period of time, but that should have been the time needed for Garias as well.

(He raised the Lütes for his restoration. No self, as a counter to Arcadia. Really, if that's why you did it just for yourself -)

That gentle smile, that bright, polite tone,

"Are we done yet? William Lewius"

If it was all for me, if it was just an act...

"That's Garias. Good soil. People grow up good."

"Liddy took you... not just Liddy. Even Lütes says so in his mouth, but he has less than full feelings for you. So is Liddy."

Daltanian wishes. That smile wasn't a lie. Raise people and guide people. Alongside Lydiane, a white man brings stability to the world from Garias. Such dreams,

"All we have to do is... harvest"

Daltanian was watching. One day I'm sure - the day he comes to Gallias and becomes our own king with the wishes of the Innovation King. All this time, I kept it in my chest. That's what I hoped for, a being that taught me true love, love, to my year-long forgiveness, unrelated to that erotic love.

"William!"

I didn't get my wish. Because what you read is a dream, a phantom created by weakness.

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Daltanian flashed his sword, betting his full strength to punch in. Of course I'm not willing to decide the battle with this blow. But from falling ill with the first blow, shaking with two shots, shaking with three shots, and the complete collapse of four, it is Daltanian's specialty form that goes hand in hand with the five-shot special.

The first shot is an important first hand, as well as creating a path for passing the pawn. It is the origin, the origin. If you screw it up here, everything will be ruined.

Momentum, angle, perfect together.

(Collapsed!

One so sure that the Daltanians, the brilliant masters of the war. There's nothing special about William's acceptance. Speed and the power to enclose, you stand on top.

That's why...

(What? How's this, uh, cheap?

I get stunned.

Strike as you aim. Drawing the trajectory as it was drawn on his head, the sword clashed. But the bargain that has been against my hands was beyond my imagination. It's like waving a sword toward a mud. It's like everywhere, everywhere, even the power of momentum and speed is swallowed up.

"That's 'The Blood Knight'. Wonderful blow."

Deep darkness.

William and I have a gaze. A gaze as if to look into your heart.

The flesh has been torn, through the guts, and even the marrow of the bone has been observed. From movement, skeletal motion, muscle flow, sword moves from which you can count everything backwards and just hit the corresponding hand. Find the end point before anyone else from thorough observation. That would no longer be an exaggeration to say futuristic when viewed from others. Knowledge and practice, the sword of distortion that the irresistible effort has produced is the point of reach of an ordinary man named William.

That's why I don't understand. There was a frontier here that the geniuses could not reach.

Hence...

"Show me some more."

Deep, deeper, drinks at the bottom of the abyss. From the sword of the Daltanian his strength, the light fades away. It's not just getting ahead of you. The structure of the human body that he does not even know, the knowledge gained by behavior out of the ordinary course. He knows the part where you can't even see it. I know everything about where it moves to move and where it stops when it stops.

He was just beyond understanding. A path that cannot even be found within the confinement of common sense, which cannot be reached in the path of light. Nobody came through, which is why it's worth it. That's why it makes sense. Beyond contraindications. That's his hegemony.

The sword was a blade of darkness that extinguished light.

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"- That's weakness. It's the Daltanians."

What banquet seat would it have been pointed out for the first time? It's the first time I've known myself since His Majesty Gaius told me. He said he was a weak person. He roared around on the battlefield because he was weak, gaining momentum to hide his weakness and ramming around like crazy. I thought they were making me look strong. You can even fool yourself, so others can't even notice. I still remember the day that the fantasy broke.

Blood knight, two names of men who kill more than anyone else on the battlefield and are bloody more than anyone else. It was also a shell to hide a man's weakness.

"Are you my fiancée? My name is Lydiane de Ulterior. You can say goodbye to Liddy. I have you... Dal, Daltani, Dalnian, it's hard to mess with."

The confusion was, to be honest, greater when the said self was attracted to His Majesty's favorite. Engagement between nobles, age difference is not that big a problem. The question is, what does His Majesty think? Why did you give a man who found him weak a gift for his granddaughter, a woman who was clearly smarter than average and made him feel talented at every end of the word? That was the problem and the question.

"Tanks don't move and stare at the whole thing. That's the most troublesome thing."

"Um, okay"

"... So why did you throw the tank into this formation now?

'Cause it sounds funny.'

I see, he was certainly an interesting person. In order to pay off the days of the Wu Kings, the times I was trying to raise the Wisdom General. I would certainly have excelled as a teaching material. Because of his weakness, he wore as much strength to cover it up as he could. Military law is one of them.

"I see, it's an interesting hand. But there's not enough power in Riddy right now"

"Guru."

As she grew, Liddy became more attractive as a woman as well. Honestly, the feeling of preference was budding. Marriage, maybe that's not a bad idea. I thought so.

"You're not impressed. I didn't know you'd think about other women in front of me."

"They're going to burn with jealousy."

"Haha! Fun, William! I'm having the most fun right now!

Meet the White Knight. From the moment I saw it, I could see Liddy's heart squeaking. Usually, Liddy doesn't try to dance with others unless she has a rare thing to do. The extent to which you catch yourself and cloud your tea even if you dance. But that night was different. He danced as a delight and laughed from the bottom of his heart.

…………

The chest was complicated.

Jealousy, of course there was. But I don't know why, but the sight...

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"Why, why don't you tell Garias that you're not walking with Liddy!

Daltanian growls. It was a heartfelt cry.

"Where are you dissatisfied with the terms given by your predecessor!? Everything was there. Everything was there: the throne of the reigning Garias, supportive, uplifting partners, and talented talent to nurture!

I gave it all away. It was a short time, but I hit my full strength. My heart breaks with the hassle of hitting the greatest force at the fastest and still not coming against me.

"What are you unhappy about? Why would you choose Arcadia? What's wrong with Garias!

Daltanian was out of breath, still squeezing his voice. William did not disturb his breath, but looked Daltanian in the eye and looked him in the eye.

"Why didn't you pick Liddy?"

"We can't even stop too long. Forgive me, Daltanian."

William thought a man named Daltanian, in his position, could never accept himself. Not even a preferred woman did something but was taken away from her. There will also be faculties as his man. The waves will also stand if the throne, which was almost confirmed as a position, is to be given to a young man from another country, who knows neither the horsebones nor the horsebones.

"Why?!

I knew I'd lose. Response. William took pity on it and cut off the Daltanians with a knife to return them. If I had been myself seven years ago, I would have struggled quite a bit, I could have even lost, that's all I'm dealing with.

William thinks he's been right about contraindications for the past seven years.

"If I win, you come to Gallias!

A monster staring at William while spitting blood. There is no sign of fading into the battle in its eyes after a blow that is definitely lethal.

"Alongside Liddy, guide the world!

I wave my sword, spitting blood, scattering my organs, and still trying to beat William. That momentum adds more fire than earlier, and I'm not just saying I'm going to burn all the rest of my life. Full force. Even if you keep quiet, you die. You can leave me alone.

This is the middle of the battlefield. I am shaken by the appearance of the Black Wolf and myself, but when I am precisely put back in shape, I will be outnumbered, and I will miss the chance to win.

"On my behalf, protect Liddy!

William makes himself sweet. My eyes are still dazzled by the glow of my life throughout this period. Fool, any day must be right.

"Forgive me, Daltanian."

Shoot them all down in a different direction from the direction in which they are exerted, before exerting their power. Even a life-threatening onslaught deals with Clever. I won't even give you a chance to win the shards.

And cut off fate.

"What, no, not yet, ma-"

Further decline. No alarm, no chronic mind. A stopping blow with respect as a warrior.

"hey, ga...... li, az, to"

Never again, and yet the man, until the end, had thought of the country, of her.

"I was born in Arcadia. To Arcadia, not Garias. That's all the reason, and yet I can't get rid of it. Funny guy, isn't he? Hey, it's the Daltanians."

"... Soo, huh?"

I gave the answer at the end. It is the answer without salvation. Still, I have to tell you not to get lost in his journey. I can't walk with Garias. Lydiane and walking don't overlap.

Daltanian falls horse. No one will see the tragedy and think that life remained until a moment ago. Things that were Daltanians show nothing and tell nothing.

I turned it into just a corpse.

"Forgive me, Daltanian. I can't stop."

William resumes his journey. It was just a little too noticeable. It will be about time the eyes of the black wolf ran out of potency. If so, I needed to change the way I did it all the time.

"After further shredding, pack it all at once. You have to crush your head to get to the king."

Make it move to the end of the fight at once, the packing phase.

Because this is the only place where the widow has a chance to win.

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Lydiane watched the sight from the high ground. I see it. I wish I was in an invisible position. If I hadn't seen it, there would have been salvation.

"Ah, get it?

Two at once, I've lost something important.

One died and the other carried a stuffy business for himself by killing one. There is no longer a way to take either hand. I don't line up with either.

Standing dazzled. Tingling in front of me.

Lydiane finally took the pain of loss from the front, something she had slanted with the intention of finding out. The weight and the pain. I can't imagine the rest of you.

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The running lights, not the sights of the past, but the sights of the future, which I wanted to be.

Two people laughing at each other with a smile. Sometimes they quarrel, they have such a well-reasoned tongue battle that they don't think they quarrel, and the others do it. I look at it happily in the corner. I look at my sister out of hand, and I look at her like a brother.

It was a sad, dream.