Tower of Karma

William's drinking made hesitation disappear from the Arcadia army. Whoever kills, snatches, and rips off his weapon shield from the corpse also persists in hurting his dead body, madness fills the world. What really scares me more than the artificial magic of black thunder is a bunch of kedamonos: winners without hesitation.

People's sexuality creeps over there.

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I think this because I must have seen the future in that 'boy'. No stack, thin spear. But there was something there. I don't have it, and I can call it genius as a spear man who was there for that man or Theo.

So I'm sure, just a little, I left the possibility behind.

'Let's do it, Anatole!

"You have a big voice. The Spear Disrupts'

Now I think I didn't have the talent for spears. Technically, it didn't have to be a spear. A body blessed with long hands and feet, roughly anything, whether swords, spears or bows, would have handled well. But he was born in Nedeluxe.

I saw the game in front of fate. And I admired the genius of the same gate. The spear he wielded when he was younger, the beauty of its mould was incomparable, and several times he tried to imitate it.

I didn't need a reason or anything to pick a spear.

But one of the reasons for this is that a man strayed because he would or lost his spear, and continues to slump for a long time. He was beautiful, but not forceful. I had no obsession with winning with strength. I couldn't break the mould.

Such himself learned of the setback at the King's Council, and he still strayed. One of our greatest opponents in our generation didn't get through a spear, and we went for a spear of softness, a spear of beauty. But I knew it at the same time. I am not like Anatole or Theo.

Only a spear is a little different from them.

"... hey, this one's on that side too"

Kensei, don't waver with your name too big, don't get lost, just keep being a sword waver. There is only a sword. Live only by the sword. Because that's all I have left.

Beautiful, Jean thought.

At the thought of it...

"Dear Jean!

It is the treasure of Nedeluxe, and the genius who inherited the art of tradition sinks before further geniuses. An overly perfect sword is the ultimate in beauty. There was the man at a height that he could not reach, where he was evading roughness and following only the beauty of the moment.

"Brilliant, White Rose. Your martial arts, let us inscribe them in my heart."

It was the warriors of that day that floated behind Jean's brain. Brothers and disciples. An unfavorable face of a subordinate, an apprentice, and an unfathomable good enemy.

(Again, I would have liked to match the spears)

Genius falls. At the same time...

"... Huh?

Fenke, who was crossing with the knights of Beatrice and Osvalt, stunned by surprises. I feel like I'm not myself in the blood that spreads through my abdomen.

"That's right, at least, with a sword,"

Fenke dropped his knee. Blood runs out. The black Ichikotsu pierced her chest also crushed her spine, giving her no chance of survival.

"Fenke!"

Marsus rushes over. Now it's time to demand even a kiss, sweet words floating behind Fenke's brain. But she is three nobles.

"There's one! Don't let them get away with it, bokeh!

Fenke screams. The finger shows a black outfit.

"... ugh!

Malthus crept away the intent and pursued the black outfit with all his might. A man in black set up a cylinder. I darkly describe it as letting go of Kazuchi. But Marsus won't stop. It does not slow down any acceleration and rushes through at full speed like a beast.

"Anger!

Not frightened by the intimidation, not even showing one of the frightenings, the man ran through. He wielded a great sword with the power of a ghost and did not allow a word of questioning on his black outfit.

"That's fine. Yeah, you look great, you know, back-"

After Rheinberga falls out, the 'black' fenket, which has compensated for its immaturity with wisdom and ingenuity, also crashes again. The roar of Marsus echoes on the battlefield, where a red storm blows.

"Aarkadia!"

The rampant red storm is headed for Kensei.

"Forgive the excerpt. But you set it up first."

(i) I can be cut down with a machete. Single fighters are the best of the three active dignitaries. But they were too different in character with each other in a breathtaking and exquisite combination of the three of us, in the opponents who did not become either. If I could defeat Gilberto now, I would still put the giant star down and be nowhere else.

I guess from the way he is, he won't be called that himself.

"Chi, what the hell, that's just chi"

It was a dino ravaging Osvalt knights, highly skilled warriors, but it sees no winning chance on a battlefield that has lost Jean, Fenke and Marsus.

"Besides, there won't be a white knight anytime soon."

Teng himself, who fanned his own army and gave further madness to the battlefield, had disappeared at some point. A man with so much presence can control it and hide himself. Dino laughed bitterly at that skill, which was horrible in a way.

"Can't you forgive me that much, Mr. Hero? Whether you carry it or not, it would be Temeer's choice."

Dino's real crush. Look far west. Younger woman who carried herself in her own desire. I am also responsible for the force in that country. It's all the work I wanted myself to do. Things I chose for myself and imposed on myself. Seeking it from others is too harsh.

People aren't strong enough to get there.

"Don't let the sun go down. A former superpower at sunset, huh?"

Immediately after that, Amelia ordered the disarming of all her men who were on the spot. In essence, the Nederks defeated on this occasion.

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The stars flash late at night. Until yesterday I had never imagined myself to be muddy, scratchy, and still feel strangely exalted. Reach out. Stars that are unlikely to reach any of us. An equal size self was at his place. Is that why...

"Aoyagi, Rudolph Les Hersburgs."

A bunch of black outfits surround them. Underneath the mask peeks a pitiful color.

"What if I said no?

"Just killing and looking for the person. Either way, you die."

The desperate plight is also somewhat comforting. This is also the result of my choices. I've done everything I can to escape. Not bad if it ends. It is extremely unfortunate that there are no tits next door, but that is also acceptable if you are the limit.

"Then I'm Rudolph. I don't know if you're here. I don't need to look for you."

"Thank you. Be prepared."

"Hmm, but you've decided to scratch your feet."

Rudolph set up the sword he had picked up. Undressed setup that doesn't even make it clear. The blade, which I had never used outside of play in my life, was heavy and I didn't feel very able to handle it.

"... so you can scratch your feet?

"Attitude is important. Don't worry, it's my problem."

Rudolph's eyes are filled with challenging light. Purely everywhere, live as you choose. Straight, dazzling, just a little envious.

"There is no pain. I'll be done in a minute."

I die. Then die with your chest up. Scratch your feet and die. Live and die.

"No, if you can, please do it with the one that hurts as much as you want. Feel alive."

"... an unusual man. As you requested."

God is no longer possessed of the man. The fantasy of the name of magic is shattered. So this is not the given heavenly luck. It's not something I was given. This is...

"Oh boy, there you are, are you there?

It's just a miracle.

The moment Rudolph opened his eyes wide open, a sense of indifference rushed to the assassins. Just passing by. Dripping blood, a lady knight of full-blown creation just passes by, living in the darkness they understand.

(Everybody freeze. We can't win if the heavens and the earth are turned upside down)

White Dragon, the strongest assassin, instantly grasped the difference in his power. If you push it, it will fall, or you can see all that wear and tear. Large cuts and deep arrow wounds. She carries a pain that shouldn't be strange if she dies, and still the woman smiles.

I can't move. I'm not overwhelmed. It's not even directed at one of the killers. To her, the assassins. They are not recognized as enemies. If judged an enemy, the atmosphere could be lightly ravaged. It feels very open and distant because of the calm.

"I'm not here."

"Good. You're alive."

"I almost died now. I don't know, you feel twisted. Do you still have magic and tricks left? Hey, this is the right time."

"There is no more magic. Like the madness has disappeared from inside me, there's nothing in you, boy. I was just lucky. Really, good."

Rheinberga li Parizida hugs Rudolph. Rudolph was a little surprised by the behavior, but he immediately gave it a look.

"Then we don't matter anymore, do we? I am not the Son of God, and you are not the Reaper. There's no reason for you to protect me."

"Yes, nothing"

Rudolph thought it was an out-of-the-box injury to Rheinberga's words, which he said so lightly. Of course I don't put it in my mouth or my face.

"No reason, no mission, nothing. So I think I can protect you very much."

Rudolph was stunned. For a little hurt, 'this' from there hits me in the chest. I had a heart that was twilight along the way, thrown out of a rocking cage called Helma. I have anxiety about my new journey. Living alone is hard. I thought it was very hard.

That's why I could afford a little before death. It's easier to die vividly than to live alone like this, and I don't miss you, he said.

"Stop it. I'm finally free. [M] I want to live as I please, and I don't want to engage with anyone anymore. I'm fine on my own. It's easier to be alone and not to be lonely."

Half true. Half of them are lies. As a child of God, I have seen many things from an early age. I've been looking at all the dirty aspects of people. I don't want to get involved anymore. This is for real.

But at the same time...

"I've been freed, too. Me too, I want to live as I please. I'll live as I please. So I want to protect you and live. I'm afraid of being rejected. I'm not sure I can live away. Can't we do this together?

I was most afraid of the loneliness of being treated specially as the Son of God. Until I found another special, I was really lonely. I don't want to go back there again. It is also true. If, really, we can trust each other from the bottom of our minds...

"What a piece of shit I am without luck, huh? You've got plenty of them. If I hadn't been nearby, if I hadn't surrounded you, you would have been a respected Trinity. Better get away. It would make me absolutely happier not to be near me."

"It's even your boy who saved me from loneliness. I'm better at that then than any other hand of anyone. With my little hand, I seek salvation in the same way, you wished me to be with you, that hand is good. Now it's my turn to reach out. Wishing you'd stay with me."

Perhaps no word can stop Rheinberga.

"I..."

In words...

"You're a starry sky full of heaven. At the end of the day, it's the best view."

Assassins who were unable to move into the strange atmosphere of Rheinberga. Return to me under extraordinary pressure from new visitors. atmosphere as if you had painted death countless times. High mountains stacked with corpses, in front of towers, they could not even open their mouths.

William von Liwius jumped onto the stage.

"White Dragon, the war is over. You guys go back to Arkas."

"What about Geheim..."

"I'll hear the report later. As you can see, I'm taking it in now. You know what I mean?"

Absolute fear. Things that William recognizes to be the most commonly used and efficient method of being able to follow people. Even the White Dragon can't help but be afraid.

The assassins left silently. Only three were left.

"There are many words that do not seem to be the heavy town of the great Nederks. You can't talk without tears. Really, I can cry. If the corpses at your feet heard, they'd say: Don't be ridiculous, don't forgive me, you coward."

Rudolph distorts his face. The happiness I was feeling earlier, which I was grasping, slipped away. In front of a desperate enemy named William...

"Take proper responsibility for the defeated general. Just keep your neck off. If Temeer gives you his neck, don't make it worse. I'll take care of Nedeluxe. See, one of Temeer's necks changes the future of a country, right? It must be cheap."

Above all, remembering the weight of the responsibility that I threw away - Qingguizi shrugged.