Tower of Karma

Since Carl's report reached Arkas, Williams and the others have moved fast.

"Do you come to me all of a sudden? Thought you switched saddles to the Felix?

"This one will be faster. In everything. Besides, I don't do saddle changes. It is still the sword of His Highness Aerhardt and the knight who protects the Arcadia royal family."

"Huh," Airhardt smiled lightly. What a trivial thing to say about this man. It doesn't show any glamorous colors in the eyes that look up. Somewhere in my mind, I think of myself as equal, not superior. Normally, I think I'd let one of my moods get in trouble - but now it's a fire emergency. I don't have time to play.

"There are three seals. All from a different route and the contents are the same. The contents were the status of the browstat, the information about the shooter, and finally the White Knight."

William also looks at its contents. There were some hooks. Perhaps Airhardt came to the same thought, but he put William through here for it.

"The first thing is that the seal came from another route in three sheets. This is absolutely the will to deliver, I feel like I'm trying to get in the way of it"

"Geheim, huh? He broke into the indestructible browstat, ignited it and caused confusion, sewing its clearance and aiming at the general's neck. Big action, but no results yet."

"... I hope we haven't reached it"

William skewed his face. At the same time, Airhardt clouds his expression again.

"... there you go. The discomfort I feel from the last part. I also learned to hook up in that I'm designating you, not reinforcements. There's no point in you and Carl coexisting when it comes to browstat defense. As long as you send people and supplies, Carl, it should be more convenient for you alone."

"Go up the mountain with many bows. Indeed, there is no better part of me than Carl when he compares me to Carl regarding the defense of the land. He should understand that, too."

"Then the answer is one. They want a head. I mean -"

"There's been some kind of obstacle to Carl von Taylor, and he can't take command. or -"

"He's already dead."

If someone else sees it, they won't be able to pick it up from this text. But if anyone sees the Arcadia Army, Carl, and William, they smell a little nasty. That's why William didn't miss it.

Because I'm sure this is the man's, the man who has challenged himself for business, his will as a general. You have to draw it in. Hidden meaning here.

"You're ready."

"Yes, the time has come a little sooner... but they have done us good. Let me carve that meaning into a country called Nedeluxe. Me and Carl, the two generals of this country."

"If it's true, I don't want you to do any more martial arts. But I understand that's not the case. Crisis of the state. Let's do our best as people living in this country. The first thing you rely on me for, I won't make you regret it. It may sound white, but I was a little happy. Again, shoulder to shoulder. This will be the last time."

Nedeluxe's miscalculation was head difference in the military junta. Things They had no reason to know until the end what it meant for William to rely first on Airhardt when it came to politics. Even now, after all the various failures and the shade of trust from the King, in the end this country is essentially powered by Airhardt.

If you take him in, you can't do it if it's inside. The speed and precision of the decision increases out of digit. If the speed at which everything starts is life, the second prince, Airhardt, I know it.

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"Hmm? There was Hilda too"

It was Hilda von Taylor who was staring at William with the kind of eyes that looked at a snake scorpion. This is supposed to be Einhardt's house, but as a matter of course it sits and occupies it with our faces. Well, it's the same Taylor, so there won't be a problem.

"Oh, Master William. We're out of time. I'm calling my husband now."

I wonder if it would be William or not to sit in the mansion of his brother-in-law and his wife. Seems to be my move these days between here and Taylor's main house, Girl Hilda.

"No, you can come from me."

Einhardt had consolidated himself almost simultaneously with the marriages of William and Rutgard, Carl and Hilda. Originally there were many voices, but they kept running away, but there can't be a top nobleman named Marquis Dietvalt von Royental, the heavy town of the Taylor Chamber of Commerce, or an escape route if they pushed and sold his daughter.

Then I went to the back to let my husband know about the visitor. The look on his wife's face is always tense with a calm grin. Never comes off. It was something bottomless doing my husband or William. She is also a talented woman who is familiar with arithmetic and merchant Iloha and also helps school teachers and the Taylor Chamber of Commerce during the day.

He doesn't seem to fit with Hilda and is surprisingly close. In addition, our near-old daughters used to bring each other here because they were very close to each other.

"Ah, it's Master William!

Elise, Carl's daughter, rushes in with a blush on her cheek. Hilda, who hugs it gently and releases a kick out of momentum, also gently pulls this one into the back. Elise solidifies in amazement at her mother's outrage. Tongue-beating Hilda. She is a terrible mother.

Walking down the aisle was different from the girl. A girl of the same age as Elise, or Alfred, is peppering and bowing, and woohoo, I admire that whether she is noble or not. She is a very good daughter. I arrived at Einhardt's study thinking that I had thought of this somewhere before, etc.

"Put out 'Thunder'. You're ready."

"You're putting it on the table already?

"No, I'll prepare the person to use it. Only this time, right, magic, treat it like it's good. He's the son of God. He's perfect for killing God."

Einhardt clouds his face when he hears of the Son of God.

"Is he okay? They're pushing Nederks at Browstat every day."

"It's the battlefield that doesn't know what's out there. However, Browstat has the best strength in the world as a fortress. It's not an easy city to fall into. Besides, he's strong now. This guy who's been selling fights to me?

"Oh, speaking of which, I hear you declared war on your return at the breakup."

"I won't let you run wild as long as I stand next to you. You remain the sword of this country. [M] So that I may remain a shield. [M] Then he said if you want to go ahead, I'll take you down."

"... you're unbelievable. That Carl."

"I slapped my big mouth. I'm having trouble getting you to stop here."

William also spins words to tell himself, somewhere. It was supposed to get interesting from here. Carl and William of the Felix faction, the Airhardt faction. Double heads intertwining and eating each other. Aim is the throne, the battlefield for it, martial arts.

"It's coming from here. From here..."

From here...

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"... Lewis? Follow me."

The outer wall is smashed down, and a ruthless robust pale shield to see. The Browstat soldiers who still struggled and didn't let them take this place were just as skilled. I guess I've been struck with a fire arrow many times. I guess I was exposed to the destruction of the catapult more than once. Browstat damage was so significant that there was no such thing as intact buildings.

William was walking in that with Gilberto's guidance.

"You're done. Fatigue?"

"It's none of your business. Don't slap me for nothing."

I wonder how many times Gilberto has crossed the training grounds again. It was physically and mentally debilitating. If you look at the pale shield, the bodies on the Nedeluxe side overflowing beneath the outer walls of the browstat, if you look at the number of bodies piled up high before the main entrance, you can easily imagine their deaths.

This is hell, and they're just like the dead, the ghosts, their only heart support...

"Right here. Here he is."

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"I still support this browstat, a hero."

I was here.

William skewed his face. From the bottom of my heart, a sad look springs up.

The White Knight was waiting for William.

"Taylor, Lewis is here. Now that's good."

He was a knight of white bones, dressed in armor, with a helmet, carrying a shield, and battling.

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William assumed about 70% or 80% of this sight. Regardless, I never dreamed of a white bone corpse fighting, but a man named Carl was dead, and I should have assumed that. I wonder why. Why is my heart so twitchy?

"... this is your fight, my friend"

I can no longer doubt it. This sense of loss is a sign that he was a friend. He was a friend. Therefore, I had to eat myself from now on. Because we are friends, because we are irreplaceable, we had to take it away with our own hands. Nothingness that was even taken away from me.

This is - unforgivable.

"I'm the only one who knows Taylor's death. Everyone will be guessing, but they think they are lying on the floor because of serious illness. In the midst of a serious illness, he thinks he's giving instructions to fight."

Gilberto stroked a corpse that had lost warmth with gentle hands. There, as if it were even in the soul. Gentle, warm - the appearance was calm. But I can't even imagine how angry William is under that thin piece of skin.

"It's just a stab, that's the cause of death. We've survived so many wounds. But that was just luck. I didn't happen to get a scratch on my gut, and the wound didn't happen to spread pus. That's all it was about. Taylor had no luck. A man who deserves to live happens to be dead.... can you forgive me? I just happen to be kidding."

How much anger does this create such a grin? The appearance was beautiful, clean, and stretched with a Rin grin.

"I can't forgive you. Use me, Lewis. Use me as your sword, Nederks, Geheim, and everything else. If you can't, I'll kill you here."

Gilberto's expression still has no anger. That's why it's scary.

"I'm here for that. I'll wield it to the full. And me and Carl will lead this battle to victory."

The horror is a swing of blade. Sharp, sharper, sharpened white blade. The delicacy that can be broken if tapped. But if you cleave from the front, it becomes the strongest sword that won't hold anything back. I guess that's what Gilberto is in now. A supreme sword that can also be easily shattered glass finishing depending on the user. He ironically saw his completion as a sword by losing the Lord waving himself.

One-on-one would be comparable to a giant star, as well as to Wolfe.

Maybe even...

"I'll even use Carl's death. This guy wants that, too. You're dressed for that, aren't you? Let me show you. Long time no see, let's go with the invincible Karl squad."

"Hmm," Gilberto snorted at William's words. William exhorted Carl. He understands everything about Carl's use of the fire that he left behind. With one anger on the blade, a great deal of anger on the Red Lotus, the man performs the battlefield.

"... Taylor had always left a suicide note for his loved ones. It was for my family, my brother, my sister, Ignatz and me. This is for you. I haven't seen it inside. Look at it in your spare time."

William received the seal Gilberto had thrown at him. It was somehow, but the seal had such heat, like a baton lit with the fire of life, hot and glowing, like his pale eyes.

Pale flames connect. The time has come for battle.