Tower of Karma

Rudolph was painting in the starry outhouse. I'm going to draw in one guy instead of a naked woman painting of a hobby that's been elaborate lately. Firm, soft, warm, nostalgic grin, leaps to draw what lies beneath it. The more I draw, the farther I impress. The surface and contents do not match.

"... I don't know"

Two portraits of Ernst and melon were completed there. Good youth are drawn in by the brilliant. It just doesn't stick. I feel so far away.

"Oh boy, give me something like that again...... oh?

Rheinberga stops once more, having entered somewhere by mistake.

"It's good, right? I'm good at it."

"Yeah, it's a glory that no longer sucks compared to court painters. That's right, boy!

Rheinberga claps her pussy. I'm really surprised, I think my heart is great, and I applaud honestly. I'm sure, even if someone else painted the same picture, Rheinberga wouldn't react like this. She may be in love, but she sees Rudolph as special. Favor, motherhood or roots were unknown but clearly treated differently from the others.

"You're full of them. It's really disgusting."

"... to?

All of a sudden Rheinberga gets rumbled and depressed. Rudolph had thought of it without a glance. Something missing from this painting, something he's hiding.

"What do you think is missing from this painting?

Realizing that he had been questioned, Rheinberga corrected his spine in tears.

"I feel like I'm missing something. What do you think?

Lineberca stares carefully at the painting in an attempt to meet the Lord's expectations. But I don't know. I just twisted my neck. If she had a slight resemblance to Ernst's surroundings, she thought there was something to feel but seemed unexpected.

"Well no. So, you're here because you need something, right?

"Ah, yes. Exactly. I'm talking about Geheim, how are you getting along with him? Congress was shaking on Fenke's hot valve... from His Majesty asking for your opinion"

"He's an indecisive king. Really. And shut the fuck up about Fenke. Don't make contact with Geheim again. Five or six of the guys that that woman seems to like are locked up. You'll be out in a month."

I don't see the color of the joke on Rudolph's face. I'm seriously asking you to shut down Fenke, one of the three nobles. I wouldn't be a man who doesn't know what it means to lack one brilliant general in this turbulent world. Still, the reason why we ended up closed is obvious.

"Is it dangerous, that man?"

The influence of a man named Ernst.

"Of course it's dangerous. Loyalty is not a thing that comes into being overnight, and it's my theory in the first place, but loyalty, and it's the first thing that comes into being because of the difference in position and the damage. Will Ernst have it now? I don't suppose there is, but it shouldn't be as enforceable as I am in the Hersburg family. Well, I'm not very popular with people, and I might not be able to compare them... but it's different here."

"Also, I'm sorry. I didn't think so, I just couldn't get it out of my mouth."

Length of dating. I know how to take it. Rheinberga was a little convinced by Rudolph's remarks. Yes, I was convinced.

"... tell me what I can't do"

"... for a long time"

"... Fine"

She sees what's wrong with her. I swear allegiance on it.

"So what did Ernst think?

"You're a good young man."

Unlike your boy, the voice of your heart is leaking, etc.

"That's all?"

"Yes, more or less. You're a little too ideal. And when it comes to Arcadia, you can't help but blatantly strip him of his vengeance."

I take a good look. What is the difference between a line berca that could not be flushed and calmly observed, and a fenket swallowed by a superficial good impression?

"I see. Hmm, I don't know. By the way, my opinion leans towards those who use it in about seven or three years. Dangerous, but therefore worthwhile to use. I'll give you the final decision in a little while. It all depends on the White Knight, Arcadia. If Arcadia gets more dangerous, you'll need to eat poison."

Rudolph showed Geheim, Ernst as poison. I appreciate and fear Ernst more than Rheinberga thinks. Reinberga now tightened her mind to the presence of that Son of God in alarm.

"Stay and wait for Arcadia's next move"

"I understand. I will root for Congress to put it on hold."

"Nice to meet you. Fenque, please."

"I understand."

After dropping off Rheinberga exiting, Rudolph bashed a brush painted roughly black into the finished paint.

"I don't want a bastard painting in my room. After all, I didn't know anything, and it was a waste of effort. Well, I have to draw a girl for you to re-mouth. Uh, busy, busy."

Throw away the painting and prepare a white campus. It's still better to draw a girl than a man. Fun and useful at a later date. A lot.

"Hmm?"

I saw what was a 'picture' rolling on the ground and saw something a little, just a little bit. A good young man smiling under a black slope. I feel a little closer to the truth than earlier.

It was just that far. Rudolph threw away all his concerns and immersed himself in order to focus on the ladies' painting. Of course, there's no point in going deeper about it here. In the end, it's useless to think about it. You can't possibly understand.

Because Rudolph Les Hersburg hasn't lost it yet.

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William stood before Nyx, king of darkness. It's a few necks rolling at its feet. I don't usually have anything like that available on this occasion. At least not in William's experience. It's been a long time, though. The target is a monster of perpetual robbery. It would just flow within a few years of blinking. So this is special, if this is the time of year...

"Is this the Geheim?"

"At the end of the line. So be careful, William."

These guys don't make sense to themselves. I wouldn't even have a lot of information. It's possible that the home location won't even come out. This is a show. As if they killed Gigisvalt after torturing him.

"Gain the loyalty of death to the extent we met once. That's not who I'm dealing with. '

I didn't accompany him for years. I didn't even have an intense time. Just being put to the charm of a man named Ernst.

"These guys aren't heavy for Ernst, are they? I see, it's definitely troublesome. It doesn't work that well if you make a mistake. Now, what's the matter?"

It is an enemy but troublesome being. Let the doer do it to a disposable pawn. I am ending up in action in the safe zone. It wasn't where William and Nyx both sense what thoughts he was moving with, but it was enough to impress me that it was a big deal when it came to danger and inferiority.

'I won't say anything. If you have to, you can make a mistake like this. "

"We need a compromise. But what we really need is to defend ourselves. Put some on people who can't be replaced. Well, I guess we can do it in Arkas."

'I don't mind. Whatever you want.'

It is near impossible to accomplish without being blinded to the Nyx in the Arcas. That means it's impossible for William to move unknowingly. If you're in Arkas, you're safe.

Of course, there has been an ongoing interruption.

"Do you want to sit back and point around? This is an important time to get down to business. I'm not willing to go through any more trouble. If the branch leaves distract you and you make a mistake at the root, it doesn't make sense."

"What is fate?

"Improving national power. Increase people and broaden the range of uses. It's also one of the petitions in a way."

"... ho"

"Watch. I'll change this country my way. My own basement is ready. All you have to do is rumble around. On the battlefield, in the palace, in martial arts, in commerce, in politics, I win."

The presence of Ernst in the hegemony that William aspires to is only a pebble at present. I'll let you swim now. Only in Arkas is it enough to eliminate it at all costs and to ensure its safety. There is a lot to be done. Without being imprisoned at the end of the branches, without even neglecting them, a balanced response was required.

How pebbles fall. That doesn't even make a decision for William.

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Dennis was nervous. The gold coin of that day changed my life and until today it has been my support as an amulet. That's what Teng himself called me. I can't help being nervous. Half yearning, half scared. Dennis and I gained a lot of experience at this Chamber of Commerce. I have touched upon a lot of information in it. Dennis knows that the hero of the day is never clean and white.

"You've come a long way, Dennis. Just sit down."

"Yes."

I know all about the snake paths and am probably still familiar with them. Otherwise, it's impossible. It was the central commodity of the former Lewis Chamber of Commerce, many trading partners, knowing its end would tell even fools such as the depth of darkness.

The hero in front of you is not the pure white knight we all seek.

"Let's get straight to it. I'm going to leave you with the human trafficking, the slave trade."

Yes, it's not pure white. The man in front of me is fine with it.

"Why, is it you?

Dennis comes from an ostensibly ordinary citizen. But my father was a liberating slave. As a slave, he married and gave birth to Dennis at the same time as liberation in order to buy his identity. Hence Dennis knows about the injustice of slavery. Even if I don't experience it, I understand it naturally if I look at my father's back.

That irrational treatment. Still to be freed. Brand your former slave.

"I don't know what kind of house I was born in..."

You can't say that if you knew.

"I know. Dennis Dessel. I have had a liberating slave to my father and I have lived in discrimination and prejudice"

If you know but you can say that,

"Knowing that, why!?

The devil.

"It's because I know that, yes. Dennis, what do you think makes a slave a slave?

"… personal qualities, is it"

"I didn't ask you any answers that peeked at my complexion. I'm asking about your life, Dennis Dessel. What have you seen and felt? Speak for yourself. Because it's just me and you here."

But I saw no malice in the man's face,

".................. luck, heels"

"Luck, huh? What does that mean?

"How I was born. I believe it's luck in that sense whether you were born into a rich house, into poverty, into nobility, into slavery. Even if that's a distorted idea..."

"I think so, too. I can't choose a parent for my child. You can say that you will be born a nobleman or a slave, where your life will be decided. Life is just luck. But if it's just luck, you were a slave child, and you were a slave yourself, weren't you?

No harm done, just smiling and staring at Dennis. Dennis didn't hate the glance as if to look into this abyss. This eye foresees various things. Sometimes I see things I don't want you to see. But I don't even miss the little feats that I want you to see, if it's normal. So Dennis couldn't hate these eyes, even if he was afraid.

"What makes a slave a slave? That's luck and strength. Whoever is born into slavery by luck carries a big handful. That's what I have no choice. Normally I give up. Aim for minute correspondence. But your father didn't. I didn't give up, I got through hell, I let myself go and I let you out of the bottom spiral. Your present is made up first of all of what your father took with his strength. And the fact that you raised your hand before anyone else that day turned you from a poor citizen to a rich citizen. Being there isn't luck, but raising your hand and then continuing to live up to expectations."

William doesn't miss it. Success and failure.

"You know my father who is muddy at the bottom of the earth. That's why I leave it to you. Don't miss people like your father. You'll see, your father will never be. Jade stone mixing, both have uses. Taylor, you're the only person who can tell. For that matter only, I think Dennis Dessel is better than Gigisvalt."

Dennis was desperate because he suppressed his sneezy, distorted look. How many people are there in the Taylor Chamber of Commerce? A man who in a way knows himself better than himself, who is only one of them. It can't be burning.

"I understand your concerns, too. This Arcadia has no equal opportunity. The current situation is that even if I try to crawl like your father, I can't get up in a generation. Such a country gathers slaves and mass-produces a pitiful being like my father. I guess that's unforgivable, isn't it? I'll take care of it. This case is going to go hand in hand with the release of the slave battlefield."

"Are you going to change the system?

"Mandatory for Arcadia to survive today. Therefore, it is a project that must go through. Freedom to crawl up and down in a country that has changed its system and is somewhat better than it is now. It would be a little easier if it were. Equality is no longer zero in the distance. Then it's up to him."

Yes, we've already made our way. When the turmoil is extremely serious about self-defense, there is an opportunity to transform parts that were unreasonable from pride, custom, discrimination, etc. Not enough people. We don't have enough power. Then we should make effective use of the human resources that exist in our own country. If it's not enough on top of that, we have to get it by some means from the outside.

William transforms the inside and Dennis gathers people resources on the outside. These two wheels turn and Arcadia accelerates dramatically.

"It's a job someone has to do in order for this country to survive. As with gold lending, it is not a favorite job but is likely to generate significant profits. Come on, what do we do?

I have gold coins all over my urine in front of me. Normal people have to jump where they hesitate, and the race of merchants has to be happy. Beautifully profitable paths and so on, fight and win in dirty places. The guy who stinks more than anyone, is more obsessive than anyone, and earns money is the winner.

"... while not extending, I will try"

That is the merchant.

"Thank you. If you've decided my belly, I'll decide mine too. Be sure to change the current laws. For me, the battlefield is no longer where swords, spears, and arrows fly. This is where Arkas became my battlefield. I'll make the first path and direction. Wait a minute."

Instead of losing a handy pawn named Gigisvalt, he set up a pawn named Dennis. I'm also looking forward to a local battle as William, whether this is auspicious or vicious. Gigisvalt and young Dennis, who would have succeeded without difficulty, may be in opposite poles.

If you win, you win big. If you lose, you lose big. If you look at it on a chamber of commerce basis, this is what happens.

But when we look at the country as a whole, the victory is decided when we move Taylor, the big chamber of commerce. Whoever wins sees it on a national scale, the aim is achieved. Of course, there's nothing to say if the Taylor Chamber of Commerce, the body, wins. However, William's purpose in his field of view is accomplished when he moves. Therefore, there is no chance of losing.

All you have to do is move the country.

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William had come to Taylor's mansion, where he had himself been allowed to live for a long time. Amazingly unchanged interior. Have I just missed you a little bit? Carl is in Browstat all year round, and Einhardt is flying around Arcadia. They say the number of servants has been considerably reduced compared to before. All that's left is an old known maid chief and two. It is considerably simpler as the main house of a house that holds the position of Count.

I haven't had time to go back to my own mansion or Taylor's since I came back to Arkas. As soon as I returned from the festivities, I fell through the mansions of the people I knew, and if my future relationship as a seed was so interactive, I would be crushed for a week.

Well, I found out my family was in Taylor's mansion in there.

Anyway, take a break. You have to take a good fatigue considering the training ground after tomorrow. Change first to do anything. If it cannot be exchanged, it will all be a bubble of water, including Dennis's readiness. Let's get some rest and get ready for tomorrow. That's what I thought. Hands on the door.

"Of which!

"Hey there!

Opening the front door, toddlers and girls of mutual mental age jumped at each other. Hold the smaller one tight, and let the bigger one go bare. Without a glimpse of the girl clashing with the pillars and stuffing, William turned his gaze to Alfred, the toddler in his hand, and his wife Rutgard, ahead of him.

"Welcome home. Safe and above all."

"I'm home. Rutgard, Alfred. I would have had a hard time."

"Big deal...... because Hilda protected me"

"Right. I should thank you next time."

"Yes."

Even while I was talking to Rutgard, I felt my son hugging me full of strength. Life in Arkas for Alfred, who had never come out of the North, would have been a lot of stress combined with the absence of his father.

"Here for a while?

Alfred responds to Rutgard's question. I was holding him with all my might, never letting him go.

"Oh, I'm going to"

I was glad to hear that and the power came in. They won't loosen up no matter how they fall.

"Come on, let go of me, Alfred. Let's have dinner with your father."

"Going nowhere?

"Of course I did. I have so much to talk about. Will you listen to me?

"" Yeah!

'Two' with a delightful face. Look at the other one, William.

"I'm in the middle of a family reunion?

"Stay with me. Substantial family."

"... it's troublesome because there's a denial clean element. Well, let me tell you something, even your favorite Claude warrior."

"... oh, stop it, honey. Dinner's gonna suck."

"Ha ha, you go home if you want me to stop"

"I have no choice. I'll listen to you patiently. Oh, Marianne, you're so sweet."

"... amazing glamour"

"Because I'm Victoria's sister"

"I see, I'm convinced"

The three of them go in the form of a chase after Rutgard, who went to the meal support instead. William laughing with a troubled face and Alfred holding onto it and loosening his cheeks happily. And Marianne von Bernbach was there for some reason, skipping beside William in full glamour and occasionally mixing dances as well. Indeed, the reason is unknown. You didn't even tell him you were leaving today in the first place.

"Oh, I've been here every day since you got back."

"... show him your face at home if you want enough to come this way. Mr. Wilhelmina's crying, I guess."

"That woman doesn't cry. It's a ghost incarnation, really."

Marianne was out of the house after everything. He basically seems to live alone, but he doesn't often go back there in his current profession. I hear they're splitting it off with about the baggage storage area.

"Hey there. How's Marianne I haven't seen in a long time? You've become quite beautiful."

"Beauty doesn't say that."

"Uh, is that right? Because I'm the type to listen. So, what do you say?

That tiny girl got so beautiful. If you walk through the city, men and women will turn their gaze on you. You have something to attract. Beautiful and pathetic, the contents are quite unfortunate, but still must be an excellent property. Even after I got out of the house, I can't stop talking about it.

William continues to interact with his troubled face. Really, I'm in trouble.

Because its flimsy side resembled 'her' so much that it couldn't be looked at directly...