Tower of Karma

How many times should this city be swallowed by war? Browstat, a major shock against the Nederks, had raised flames of black smoke for the first time since it was taken again. It is the fire of war, the signal of battle. But that wasn't from the outside.

The red flames that illuminate the darkness at night burn the city.

"Damn, what's going on"

The whole browstat is shaking in confusion. Nobody knows what's going on.

Even Gilberto, the leader of the Legion and the second most powerful man in this city, knows nothing. We need to get a grip on the situation. To do that...

"Gi, ga, gig"

We must defeat the monster in front of us and immediately go under Carl.

"... that's the face you saw somewhere. I thought I'd be a good samurai then."

The monster of distortion was illuminated by the war and exposed its alienation to the front of Gilberto. I guess it corresponds to the body of the asymmetry. distorted to the right. That was not a proper martial artist. The structure itself is disgusting, but what really obscured it was the part where the eyes were supposed to be, the cavity, the hole through the skull, where the wind made creepy noises.

Monster, Lester von Falke was turned into a fallen eagle. Drowned and powerless. "Gi, Ga!" Sudden acceleration from there. A spear of distortion that further distorts the body as it accelerates and releases a personable posture from it.

"Sorry, but I don't have time to play. Don't let the loser's deceased style get in our way!

Accepting it is Arcadia's proud sword. I saw a completion unlike that of William and Wolfe. That stops the monster's spear easily from first glance.

"Ga, gii!

"I don't know what's going on, but don't think this city will fall easy!

Gilberto's roar extinguishes the monster's roar.

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Carl had listed in his head a possible case of looking at a rising fireman. Night raids from the outside are unlikely. There's no response to the scouts that are stretching. Then he was carrying his enemies inside. This also draws on the lessons learned when Diace seized the city, and Carl and the others were imposing fairly rigorous inspections and certification for the merchants.

As a matter of fact, the firearm is rising.

"In fact, there are never many enemies. The purpose is to disrupt the city, multiply it by..."

The number of enemies is small. Probably less than when Diace walked in.

"Do you want me to take the Admiral, the Lord of this city?

I heard applause from behind Carl's words. Titty and subtle sounds echo in this situation. Carl grabbed the sword himself as he hid it under his desk.

"Great insight. It's not the same as when we met before. Long time no see, Carl."

Carl grinned bitterly when he saw who emerged from the shadows.

"That doesn't surprise you, does it?

"Because William told me. That you and Lester were alive."

Ernst told me to throw up "Oh, that's him". Just looking at it, Carl understands the darkness this man has, its roots. What a shallow, easy to understand, and therefore irresistible cause.

"Now Lester and your sword are fighting. My men are holding back the passage that leads here, and no one's coming here. You're alone."

"What a shame. Maybe we don't have time to talk."

Ernst flicks his eyebrows. Carl thinks he's instantly killing Gilberto, his sword, instead of assuming he's defeated the monster he's a katana. It's an insult, but I'll leave that at this point.

"Well I just want to talk plenty, because it's a bad day... hey"

Ernst pulling out the sword. That's right, royalty, I guess we've crossed quite a few training grounds in the last seven years, the sword was like that.

"I see, is it still a small number of personnel? Well, at a time when you've been working directly, the widow is confirmed. No matter how vigilant you get, you can't even play a few rats. You don't even have to play it."

But...

"A few rats, how can I take General Arcadia's neck"

When Carl pulls out his sword, a great deal of cold presses against Ernst's body. That gentle face is distorted by the will. That good man is creating a swordsman atmosphere full of them.

"Who do you think I'm auditioning with every day? Even if you don't have talent, if you have the hard work and the environment in place, people can be quite that. My best friend's for sale."

Ernst was misguided. When I met him at the King's Council, he said he couldn't handle swords or anything at all. How many years have passed since then? Too much for people to change, but nevertheless this transformation is surprising.

"You're getting stronger."

"You have to be strong to survive. Because those are the times."

Ernst looked sad in his time. They were definitely meant to be together then. The happiness of talking about peace, sharing tea on the same table, treats, and loved ones. It must have been through. And now...

"Actually, before I killed you, I was going to put you on my team. To our dear companions, who bring stability to the world, of love and justice. But no. You have been stained. Same color as that man, same words, to the great evil that disrupts the world. So I'll get rid of you."

Ernst flipped himself. Carl wasn't expecting to get away with it.

(Are you going to direct me to an ally? Or ambush at the corner of the door or aisle, whichever way -)

Carl goes after him. With the shield on the wall. I'm not in love enough to think I can beat Lester, but with this shield, I can endure that much more. One or two allies lying down should fall, more than pointing their strongest at Gilberto with their own pawns.

I'm not overconfident of myself, but that Gilberto and his track record of continuing his archery made Carl take the option of chasing him. If we discuss this here, he could be a disaster to Arcadia. He also considered the danger and stepped on that there was no hand to miss.

"No!? I've just been running away for seven years."

I know until I left the door. With great care, Carl proceeded with his steps.

Turning the corner, Ernst's back was turning the next corner.

(Is there a staircase ahead? We need to hurry)

Carl also turned the next corner with his shield at full speed again. There's...

"Master Carl, you're safe!

Carl also had soldiers around to get to know him well.

"Oh, Dieter. Didn't a man with jade hair come through here now?

"Ah, yes. I was about to go after that now. Down the stairs..."

"Thanks. Dieter's following me, too. He's the mastermind of this case."

"Dear Ernst der Ostberg,"

"Huh?"

Carl was stunned. And when he saw the blade that stood upon his back, and saw the trembling of the man of old knowledge who had done it, Carl saw the blood flowing out of his body with a blue expression.

"Hey, why?

"You believe too much in people. Believing in my men, trusted by my men, Browstat was a big hassle. Normally, I don't need a week to plant it, but this time it took more than that, and I couldn't drop the proximity over that. That's right, similarly."

Ernst descends from the top of the stairs. He stared down at Carl as he collapsed and looked down at it with joy. This is the way it should be, the eye says.

"But it's easy to betray people, and it's easy to drop them. Money, fear, woohoo, that's a hell of a way to do it. I can't do it very well. But we can talk about love."

Distorted appearance. It is not something that bears direct vision. It is at times like this that people's nature manifests itself. Poor monster who couldn't help but twist it.

"You know what? Dieter, you have a lovely, lovely daughter. That's a cute kid. I got along pretty quickly. So, I'm keeping it now. Dieter, near you, you have martyred in love. Beautiful, isn't it? Love has wiped out the wrong loyalties and responsibilities that evil wields. It's great. This is justice!

Carl was a little relieved. The man I believed in did not step off, at least to the way of men. I'm happy with that, just a little regret. I should have noticed you. If I had noticed and spoken up, things wouldn't have happened like today.

I mean, it's my fault. Well, then...

"hehe, good"

"Have you touched it? I can't believe I'm laughing in this situation."

"Dieter, you're not bad. The bad news is, this garbage!

Stand up and take full responsibility correctly. The responsibility of the Admiral is unshakeable to the point of being stabbed.

"What!?

Now it was Ernst's turn to be stunned. Carl tangled Dieter's legs and let them roll, pushing Ernst into the wall with a rising shield as he remained in the momentum. Its momentum and speed are the warriors of war themselves.

"Crouch!?

Ernst, held in by a shield, is squeezed out of his lungs with just one push. Karl stabbed Ernst with his sword out of the gap in his shield without giving him time to groan. Roll out the mould with vibrant hands and shields practiced more than once.

"Master Ernst!

You must have heard Ernst from downstairs. The woman's voice echoes in the aisle.

"Who do you think I am, Agi?"

"Arcadia enemies. I mean, it's my enemy, ghost!

Even as he vomited blood, Carl's eyes were shooting straight through Ernst's eyes. Ernst's eyes shake with fear of its upright killing intentions and hostility. I thought I was just like myself. I thought I was the same as I was before. So it's easy to kill, I thought so.

But this monster won't die from stabbing him. Wouldn't you like to lose one of your morale?

"Temeye, let Master Ernst go, you good man!

Sickle ignoring practicality. A form as demonic as the weapon used by the Reaper.

"Okay. Let go of me."

Carl pulls his sword out of Ernst's belly and replaces his body in an instant. I pushed Ernst out on the woman who came straight at me.

"Become!?

Woman at her best to stop a shaken sickle. Karl, hidden behind Ernst's back, flies out in the opposite direction from the enemy's handles. Calm to the point of horror. With his icy eyes, Carl carries out the battle. Eyes like Gilberto and William.

"Damn it! This Carolina-sama is such a mess."

Carl's blade rushes to the gap where he was born to the shield. It was swept through without any hesitation. It tore Carolina's body apart in reverse.

"Shallow!

Carl taking the chase stance. After all, I didn't see any hesitation in the move.

"Chi, damn it! I'm sorry. I'm leaving here!

Carolina grabs Ernst and jumps abruptly into the stairs. It would be a more troublesome decision for Carl than I thought. After all, they didn't have time or room.

The remaining Dieters...

"Dear Carl, also, I'm sorry. This sin is with my life."

Carl stopped Dieter with that hand trying to stick his own sword up his belly. I stopped gripping the blade because of the rash, but I didn't waver in its eyes in an attempt to bleed or fall.

"A thief stabbed me. That's all. Your daughter will be saved. [M] You do your job."

Dieter collapsed crying. I think of too much remorse and the depth of the Lord's nostalgia that he said he would forgive himself for doing all this. And even ask her to leave it to her daughter.

Even if you can't blame me, the feeling engraved in this hand will never be plush.

"Take command of the formation. They are a minority. We know what they can do if we work closely together. Suppressing confusion will crush them at the same time."

"But not with that wound,"

"Scratches. It's no big deal. Let's go save the city, your daughter."

"... Oops!

Carl flashed his cape and proceeded to walk. He plucked the black blood spilling from the edge of his mouth and smiled with a sad face in a shadow no one could see.

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The wind blows. To the browstat of chaos. Fluffy, cool, after the passage of a man comes a neat order and a smile. General Arcadia Army and Carl von Taylor were such generals. By birth, I wore everything that would be acquired, regardless of the nature that people liked. That's why people love him and are with him.

A little different from empathy, attachment and loyalty, but this is also in the form of a general.

"Come on. Come on, guys, behave disciplined. Either way, either way, okay, look around."

"Admiral, please stop treating me like a child"

"Uh, I'm gonna like it."

I am familiar with how to fight this mess. Once upon a time, General Herbert was hit by Diace. Assassination in the city. I just have to drop it from the inside out, more than it is difficult to defeat. vigilance for this, the measures were firm. That's why now I just believe in it and move.

"There are only a few people who are turning around on fire. I have nothing to fear. Let's go with collective action and crush the point with caution in the direction of the wind"

Things are different from when Diace was there. There were as many rats in there as I could, but even though I was somewhat out of my mind, it was possible to scratch them if they were pre-empted attackers. There's no way Carl, the famous guardian, can beat this if he keeps fighting again.

"Where is Master Gilberto?

"... Gilberto now would be fine to leave him alone. Let's do what we have to do."

Calm down the confusion and sort out the situation. We must not spread any more confusion. Nedeluxe will always follow that gap if the confusion continues even at dawn. But if we put this fire out completely, at least there will be a hint of hesitation in attacking.

(Somehow, I have to)

Carl looked up where no one could see him.

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"Damn, he's a fast runner"

Gilberto overwhelmed the eagle of distortion all the time. It should have caused considerable hand injuries and engraved the difference between the fear of death and the power. Because of the Reasonable Dead Monster, you won't even be able to get close to Gilberto anymore. There was a level difference that instincts reject.

(You're a stalling officer. Is it Taylor's destiny? There won't be anyone like him right now to take the back, but it's time to go back. It makes more sense than chasing groceries)

Gilberto turns to his feet under the Lord after sending a murderous glance at Lester, whose face gleams from the shadows. If the stopping to yourself is at this level, if it's a shielded curl, it should survive. If you have a stronger assassin than Lester, you can turn it on yourself, and it would be over-specific for Carl von Taylor, who they would recognize.

(Rumor has it Geheim has touched the Nederks. Yeah, that would be good. If you want to perish so badly, I will destroy you. Hold the remnants of Ostberg and die. He'll be here any minute. That's it)

Take that policy, and if there's any confusion in Browstat, there's definitely that man, the White Knight, coming. That's where Carl and myself are. There is no element to lose.

Someone you don't like, but you admit your strength more than anyone else. If Carl and he put together now, there's no one else to lose. Besides, Carl and I would even outnumber the giant stars if we paired ourselves, Gilberto had such thoughts. Finally, the world knows Carl correctly, who he is.

(Come on, Taylor. Now it's our turn to raise our names!

Gilberto's footsteps are light.

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Carolina remembered a strange feeling. Our meeting point was crushed as soon as we finished the Lord's hemostasis, and we had no choice but to escape through the browstat. Along the way, he picks up a full-blown, defeated Lester, and keeps running away while hiding.

If you noticed, the outline, they were where you could escape. Carolina thinks I got away with it, but when I think of the man's eyes, I feel so frigid. Escape with all your might, and thus escape.

But is this beyond the expectations of the enemy, that man? Will they make the muscle to truly escape themselves with the arms, considerable sophistication and information networks that have so instantly crushed their lair? If you don't want to let them escape, you should place some more soldiers near the outline.

(You don't have any hands to run away from. I'm the only one with the eagle at this rate. I can't fight while protecting Master Ernst. Thankfully, it's easy to get away with.)

Run but win. It succeeded in igniting the browstat and creating confusion. The tactical goal was fulfilled. Leaving the enemy hub was also a difficult question. The winner is us. Yet...

(Why do you feel so cold?)

I wonder why you feel like you're being danced.

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"Why did you loosen the siege net?

Carl laughs powerlessly at his men's queries.

"I got rid of the worst for Browstat."

"What's the worst?

"Let Ernst live and lurk in the city. He becomes poisonous to people in many ways. If you want to defeat Arcadia, you don't want to kill people with poison. His poison is contagious, and it's hard to fight as long as a person is a person. Worst of all, the road that leaves him"

"I see. So you let him get away with it"

"I could have picked it up for sure, and had the damage been minor, I could have chosen that path, but maybe if I did, he felt like staying. Then I won't be able to stop him."

"Ha ha. Those are the only words your Excellency has defeated the thief. No, they lifted my arms."

"Why don't you all come to me because you guys don't have Gilberto for you? From now on, we'll all learn a little more from him, absorb a little bit, a lot -"

Carl stopped talking. I see Carl with the strange faces of his men.

"No, I'm a little tired. If you find Gilberto, tell him to come to my room."

Carl walks when he sleeps well.

"Or, Master Carl. Shoulders."

Dieter, one of his men, leaned against the fluttering curls. Carl with a troubled face. Its pale complexion also makes Dieter, who knows the truth, look blue again.

"They dive into the browstat and the sun is shallow. I'm glad their roots are shallow. Looks like they don't have a lot of safe houses. We'll find your daughter soon. [M] The mess's settled, and you're worried? Look for it. It's okay, you can walk alone. No, I want to walk alone."

Carl laughs. Dieter bowed his head deep and deep.

"You don't have to worry about it. I would have done the same for you. [M] That's the parents, isn't it? Take care, don't take it back. Good, stay with your father."

I must have truncated my daughter if I were in his position. It doesn't hurt to see it, my dearest daughter, but if the nation's people are involved, Carl takes the country. I'm sure William and the generals of history will be the same. Someone like this, I'm sure the end isn't decent.

Aside from the many heroic qualities, I've come this far, a fig. I just have to work harder than I've come, but it's still something that doesn't work.

"Oh, my God. I didn't mean to look like that."

Carl plumps the sweat that floats on his forehead and turns his feet to his chamber.

(The role will be fulfilled. Look at that, Nedeluxe. I am General Arcadia, Carl von Taylor. This browstat won't let you drop it)

The light was still shining in Carl's eyes. The will to fight, the will to fight, is brilliant.