Tower of Karma

On that day, the sky was spreading through heaven like a thrust. If you look up, there's an sky there. It was such a day that if I reached out, I could even grasp the heavenly swimming clouds.

"Auntie! The square is amazing!

A girl with the pleasant grin she deserves on a day like this. The brown skin smells exotic. The neat face was well equipped to expect the future.

"Your father is tired. My back's been hurting lately."

The man the girl calls her father rolls a real giant. The combination of carefree expressions is like a belly-filled bear on a body that at first glance understands that it is not an ordinary person.

"... living with my money when I was a gladiator. Very crushing."

"It's good because I've got some storage till you grow up."

"Your mother's crying. I've been hanging out all morning and all night."

"It's hard when you say that. All right, let's say your father starts too."

The man stood up, bouncing his gigantic body, "Come here," he said. In a movement lighter than it looks, the man, who showed a light landing that didn't vibrate as much as he thought, pounded his neck. I admire you for stretching your back and hitting your hand on the ceiling, it was the usual thing.

"So, what happened in the square?

"Uh, I'm not sure"

"... don't you see? Then I'll have to go."

"Yeah! Dad, I'm going to your mother!

"Oh, I know, Mira. Then I'm coming, Favela."

The man leaves the house with the girl on his shoulder. What I saw when I closed the door, now the painting of my late wife. It is the only ornament in this elegant house and an important memory for the two remaining families.

Former gladiator, Kyle, a liberation slave, was raising his beloved daughter by himself as a man parent.

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The squares of Arkas were more chaotic than I imagined. On this occasion where cheers, voices of doubt, colors of joy and suspicion are intruded, parents and children stand up pounding. It's obviously an unusual atmosphere, but I have no idea why it's at the heart.

"It's amazing."

"Wow. Wow, I want to go home now."

Kyle was a true no-go father who avoided even crowds these days. You know, booming spills from my daughter Mira. Nevertheless, the air here was not something I wanted to leave my dear daughter alone. 30% positive emotion, 20% median, the rest swinging in a negative direction.

Not a very good vibe. And there's something wrong with the bias in the atmosphere.

(It's the poor who are happy...... no, are you a slave? Especially the delight of the young guy. It is the citizens, especially the wealthy, who have a subtle face that shows the difficulty. I don't think so. Some guys look good, so it's not a simple story. Agree or disagree, is it just a little strong or not?

Kyle looks at her face and asks how she is. It's definitely important, but at the same time it seems to be a hassle, with all sorts of people showing all sorts of faces.

"Oh, I want a husband, but it's nice. Are you a slave to me?

"... I bought an identity for once. I'm a liberation slave now."

Suddenly he was called out. Even his face, which was only rare, was even more distorted. Mira puts in an exact pointer, "Look, it's not neat," he says. It was as solid as Kyle is now.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Free slavery, too. No, it's been amazing."

Kyle was just a little surprised that the man was a liberation slave. It can be seen that the man is neat and uses clothes and other superior fabrics. Can you wear clothes that far up the slave in places like Liberation Slave? Is it something that can be worn so far even if it can be worn? The man is smiling and smiling. There is no slave-specific darkness there.

"What happened?

The man smiles at Kyle's inquiry.

"It's also why I spoke to my husband. Oh, my God. Oh, my God, the laws in this country have changed."

"... is that so unusual? It must be common."

"You shouldn't be stupid. Today's is unprecedented, and I'm stunned and stunned that Arcadia finally tried to ease her rights about her slave status."

Kyle turned his eyes round. Indeed, that is unprecedented. Arcadia and Nedeluxe, these two countries were squeezing their rights against considerable slavery, even when viewed throughout Laurencia. Even if Galias and others wanted to moderate in order to improve their productivity, they could not do so because these two countries continued to oppose each other in the King's Council and elsewhere.

Arcadia and Nedeluxe have no easing moves. If there were, it would be in the form of Gallias easing the imposition and other countries following. But there is also a goal for Garias that he does not want to take any further easing to upset the current balance, and it was the world situation that was glued in its present state.

There's Arcadia,

"War ban on slave identities lifted. At the same time, liberation slaves also gain the right to participate in war"

Throw a stone.

"Stupid. Then there's the distinction between liberated slaves and citizens."

He said it was going to be about political participation.

Nevertheless, ordinary citizens do not participate in politics. Even if the luxury merchants and the great landowners may have influence, it equals that there is no longer any difference between citizens and liberation slaves in the real enemy than there is no such thing in ordinary citizens.

"Naturally other countries will follow... though Garias already uses slaves in his defense, and there's talk that Valhall and Arkland used them somewhere else. It was Arcadia and Estado that sealed it in the true sense, and... Nedeluxe"

The man's grin contained satanic colors. Somehow he looks like that guy. That makes Kyle bluff.

"It was our heroic white knight who passed the bill. My Lord, William von Lewius"

In a man's words, in his deeds, in his face, in his eyes, he dwells now--

"It was the White Knight who passed that bill, and you said you were under it?

"On your left. Well, the Taylor Chamber of Commerce small use, the end of the line, and you won't remember his name. That, as a matter of fact, will name this Elmer, one of the biggest merchants in the world!

Leaving aside the intentions of a man named Elmer, Kyle stretches his thoughts. The first head I've activated in a long time easily reaches the man's true thoughts. Was the last time I saw Favela before she died? Kyle never forgets that remorseful, helpless look when he went north with an odd illness and a glimmer of hope.

I let him carry the load again. I had that regret.

"Now the scale of the war is that one digit could go up. I can sell weapons, too. I can sell food, too. It's a great time to sell people."

But...

(You destroyed one world, didn't you? The world of slavery, far from equal, far from ideal. Still, you broke it and showed it to me. broken and created)

My best friend is still alive with everything on his back. The story of a man named 'William' who was born into slavery, abandoned his existence, took it away and started there. All the ordeal would have been there. I should have hit the wall many times and suffered every time.

(For the world, I guess it's a very big event. But I'm sure you think this in your heart, in a corner of your heart. Now, in this country, 'William Lewius' will never arise. Al stays Al, and when he can look up, he says he can go up. It's a tiny obsession from the world, but it's heavy on you. I'm sure it's your first regret)

Kyle felt like he was about to cry. If the same presence had appeared before 'William'. If at that point it was a system like now that even liberated slaves could go up, what would have happened to Al? I can't stop crying if I think so.

"- So, what's wrong with selling things?!?

"Auntie!?

There's Mr. and Mrs. Norman. Next to working for the bookstore, Al and Kyle shoulder to shoulder and compete for merit on the battlefield. Favera sees it off with envy, and the three blossom into a souvenir story in a liquor store without hiding it from anyone. And one day, hatred fades, and at that time Al remains Al, and meets that child. Full of happiness and irrevocable business, Al...

"No, it's nothing. Years, I've been crying lately."

"Ha ha, is my husband going to the battlefield too? If you're as good as my husband, you'll make a lot of money."

"Oh, that's not bad either"

Mira turned a surprise eye to Kyle's words.

"If this kid grows up and leaves my hand, is there a way to do that?"

Kyle held my child in his hand. Protecting this plush is my first priority. There is no braking here. But if the world says it's okay to have a sword for it, if there's any way ahead, there can be an option to defend Kyle's path as his second best friend.

"If we have to fight to protect this child, we have no more excuses."

Yes, my best friend must be sticking his choices to himself. With that face, he asks himself how busy he is. "What do you do," he said.

"I see. Well, as soon as you're my husband..."

"Ugh!? Isn't that Kyle the King of Gladiators!?

"Seriously! So that monster is on the battlefield!? Awesome!

The gaze of the square concentrates on Kyle. Elmer, Mira, she's just so...

"Um, why are you quite a celebrity?

"It's no big deal. He's a shitty old man now helping out in the morning and evening and in the blacksmith."

"Old man, let's get out of here. Everybody's looking at me!

"Oh, right. Thanks Elmer. Hope you can be a big merchant!

Kyle slipped through the square as he took on Mira at a rate not commensurate with his giant body. Elmer suddenly dropped it off too quickly. In the meantime, I had to go around asking about the King of Gladiators. The smell of gold is puffy.

It was a different story that Mary, her superior, found her a little later and took her to a trading partner.

Kyle looks toward the Royal Palace. That can't be true, but I felt like Al was watching. With a meish-filled doya face, he pokes his fist over here. I just said I did it, with a face that only three people knew at the time...

So Kyle poked his fist up gently. I felt that way, connected.

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"Master William? Do you see anything interesting, too?

Raphael, who is helping as William's deputy, asks. William smiled bitterly and shook his head sideways. I didn't see anything. However, it is also true that on a day called today, I was thinking about something merhentic, such as if I only had a few eyes on it.

"Nothing. I just thought it was a beautiful day."

"Sure, you want to run through everywhere on a horse on a day like this"

"Right. Feels good, it's the sky."

That being said, William's gaze was not on the sky, but directed toward those on earth. Secondly, an impulse was created in me. The sky seemed like it could be feathered everywhere, and today was the right day, and I thought it wasn't bad to leave myself to the impulse.

"Oh, you're just saying how's that pose? I was wondering if I could imitate it."

William protruded his fist toward a friend who knew his dead self who was in heaven, on earth, now just two. I changed it. I'm just saying, what do you think?

"Don't be an idiot. Let's go. Conferences are jammed"

"Oh, yes! Excuse me!"

For a moment, too, William immediately wore a 'mask'. I'm not willing to be satisfied here. This is only a small step. I'm going to change more. There will also be a lot of blood. The obstacles are still significant.

However, for the first time in a long time, the sensation conveyed to his fist was to loosen William's cheek. The world's changed, what are you gonna do? I keep going, but the words that come up in my head are probably because I'm floating myself.

Switch your head from now on. Because the road is still far away.

William moves forward. Look forward to the hegemony.