Tower of Karma

William pointed his sword softly. Rheinberga also sets up another sickle to take the position of interception. The damage was intense, but I was still overwhelmed with temper when I tried to protect it. More than that, the White Knight was willing to kill.

"Sure, you have a pretty big responsibility. Fine, I'll give you my neck. Can't you just miss Rheinberga? She's just a girl. I'm not a reaper anymore."

"Impossible. Talk about if I mow this man's neck. Stand back, my boy."

"Eyes, barely visible, are they? I bled too much. You can't beat him now. I couldn't get away with throwing it all away."

"It's not impossible. It's..."

"You don't have a good story about bugs like that. The person in charge is here to take responsibility. As I said earlier, the country is saved by one of Temeer's necks. I usually flirt with him to give me his neck when that's the case. Isn't that right, Aoyagi?

"Exactly. So..."

"All the unsolicited things! Who asked you to be great!? Do you think you've gained that power by hoping? I tell you to be carried on your own and take your responsibilities for granted. Why would Rudolph risk his life for those guys?

"You've been smoking good juice, haven't you? Luck, position, whether given or unwanted, must have been treated differently from people. Then take responsibility for it."

"Different treatment doesn't always make people happy. Rudolph was always lonely. You think that consideration is death? Bullshit, too."

"The apex is always alone. The king should be lonely. It's a mistake not to be prepared to touch the throne. Even if you're not a king, that behavior is the culmination. If you lose, you don't have a life."

William's eyes gleam in the cold and dark at night. Knowing that his zero-degree eyes had no emotional shards, Rheinberga was ready to burn his life. The rest of the glow, spit it all out here.

"Questioning no longer makes sense"

"Exactly. I'm not letting you guys get away with this."

I can play fierce. In a one-touch atmosphere...

"I've been thinking about it. Why are you so annoyed? I'm from an exotic country, and I'm out of strength. It's not like I couldn't have been born without Arcadia. Mercenaries would have pulled a lot of money, and by now they might have called the king's left and right around Garias. I mean, even I would have prepared a pretty good seat if you'd been on my side. White Knight, how can you just have to go into 'White' anymore?

Rudolph had his neck tied to questions from the bottom of his heart.

"I don't know what it means to carry a country that's not even my homeland, my people, that far. Honestly, I was born in Nedeluxe, but I can't die for my country. Anyway, if you're a woman who doesn't have eyes for this guy and is in a hurry to miss her wedding. Is that because you had a family? Because you made friends? But it doesn't even look that way."

Rudolph was able to cast pure doubts because he had already given up on his own progress and retreat.

"... what's wrong with carrying a country where I will be king"

It is the only steep point for a monster named William. I lost everything to my love. I lost everything and gained nothingness. I haven't got anything beside me. The path of losing and losing and living as a blame for being nightmared, conscious of sin and why you have to suffer so much yourself.

There are no days when there will be no doubt about the King's Road. Why, why, you have to be yourself. No one else has done that. I'm only stepping my way. You'll be able to support others when you can afford it. People have that degree of tolerance with them.

But he also loses all his spare time, and sinks into nothingness and lives for others. What does that crazy raw mean? I doubt even myself.

"It's not bad. It's just pathological."

"Your perception is just sweet. You should be with the king."

"That's not what I recognise. I'll give the king, but I'll get it for that, and I'll support him, but I can support him. Yours is all one-way. You're like a slave to the world."

Slaves of the world. William's face was distorted. I was told what I really am.

"You think I'm a slave?

William trembles.

"People are good intentions. Favor them, I don't appreciate them if they take it for granted. It's natural how much slaves have done, isn't it? That's you for the world. Yeah, it's getting tight. You..."

"Somebody's got to do it! Temeer and the other great guys won't do it, so I'm gonna do it! Give me your fucking neck! I don't want to ask you any questions."

"You're really sweet. No, too kind."

Rudolph looked at William with an eye that looked at something sincerely pathetic. Rheinberga also learns the essence in his questions. A monster full of madness and destruction, but the fruit of it was more delicate and gentle than anyone else, a pathetic slave trying to shoulder the responsibilities that everyone didn't want to do.

"Bullshit. I'm gonna get this over with."

"I'm coming down. Let her down, too. The country, the responsibility, let it all go and let it go."

"Dear Rudolph?

Rudolph's eyes looked straight at William.

"Are you kidding me, you think n things will be forgiven!?

"Oh. I'll throw it all at you. You carry it, don't you? We will never bear it again. I'll even paint and live with her. Let us pray for those who perish once in a while. Can't you do that? Do we really need our necks? It's already over."

"Neck..."

"We're going down. Swear to my God. Still, you're gonna kill us for nothing? Then I won't resist. If that's your royal path, you can do whatever you want."

Now if Rhinebelka alone had turned his hostility on me, William would not hesitate to wave that sword around his neck. But Rheinberga also vanished his will to fight again and untied his scheme. Leaning on Rudolph, it's time for the two of them to stare at William.

"Forgive me, forgive me! You guys are the hubs of a country called Nedeluxe, and you were supposed to be fighting with their lives. Yet with such selfish logic."

"I think I'm co-dependent. Neither the country nor the people is first. It's not just one of them who keeps it and carries it. Live and die for what the king should bear the people, and the people should bear the country, and protect it. My protection was unfortunately not the same as yours. I'm glad I was alone. So get off. Throw it all at me. But yeah. So if I'm going to apologize, it's not for the victims."

Shut the fuck up.

"Let them bear it for unsolicited reasons in front of you. Against you."

"Shut up!

"I'll shut up already. The intention was expressed. And then it's up to you."

William comes shrinking distances in the shape of a ghost. It's so different in shape that you can tell even over the mask, trembling in anger.

(Am I allowed to escape, etc.)

Grab the sword,

(I was carrying my country. How many people do you think there are in Nederks)

Eat up your teeth,

(You said you were at the top of the line with no responsibility for that future? You think it's okay to be alone?

Blood your eyes,

(That's not true -)

William waves up his sword in front of the enemy in front of him, two irresistible and holding nothing. Their gaze is uncertain, and they look straight at William. That gaze, including some pity, also irritates me. Why should the winner be pitied by the loser when he is himself? If you wave this sword down, your life will be scratched out, how can you stay so flat?

(Forgive me -)

Have nothing anywhere and live in a corner of the world with your loved ones. Wife and son, a few friends, fall into existence with no influence whatsoever on the world. I've thought about it many times. I wanted it many times. If we could ignore them at our feet, if we could hear their voices, if we could forget their faces,

Even myself, on that path...

"No, William."

Soon, a phantom visible only to William stopped the sword. With the same eyes as then, with the same look on her face as then, she stood in front of her.

'Not everything can be king. Therefore the king is absolute and lonely.'

Tower of the body stretching from the foot with two red-haired heads. stretching out at the end of the earth. It is either William behaving as king or constantly looking up. Whenever this enters our sight, we must always ask ourselves whether or not we are kings. There was no freedom there.

'There's no point in killing them, is there? Then you, the king of men, should not make an exception. "

And a friend appeared who never ate herself. His first and last friend, "William," smiles pitifully.

(It's also possible these guys will be Ernst)

"You know what I mean when I look into your eyes? Don't delude me, best friend. You hate them, and you envy them. That's why you're emotional today."

(It is unlikely that those who once knew the taste of heaven could endure the bottom of the earth. It is people who reach out to heaven. Even them, as I am -)

'Man who knows the meaning of happiness knows the true heavens. As you found out in "Sister," "They," "Son," they found out about each other's own heavens. What you're about to do now is just take it away from you. It's the same behavior that the man or woman was doing at your feet, at the bottom. [M] I've already eaten everything I want on this battlefield. There's no more point.'

(Are you telling me to forgive)

'I forgive you. I forgive you. You go your way. [M] That's all you got to say, right?

That said, my friend's shadow disappears. He could not eat with his own hands. So I won't stay at my feet. I did not know the end of it, and only readiness was there. In the distance, the white body is looking at his back. I'm sorry I couldn't bear it with you. I'm sorry I let you carry me, those lightless eyes say.

The two look at the man holding the sword that stopped in the void, trembling.

"If you carry something again, stand on top, and show up before me, I will not forgive you. Kill all the clan royalists and pick all the buds. Just the two of us will live in a corner of the world, once if you're ready for it, just once I'll miss you."

"... sorry"

"Swear never to carry it again. And get out of my sight."

"I swear. I mean, it's already a dustpan. Looking at you, I'm not attracted to the place either. No, I even feel fear.... You really are amazing. I know it all, and I'll still reign there."

"Then disappear. Don't ever show up before me again."

"Let's go, Master Rudolph"

"Yeah. Thank you for carrying me on our behalf. I hope you have a little salvation on your way."

The two walk away. William follows that back with his bloody eyes. It was the best because it suppressed the urge to swirl in my heart. No matter how far you go, no matter how dirty your hands are, you still don't know you'll get used to it. Hate for losing a friend and envy for the two of us going back and forth on the path we wanted.

I was enjoying the swirling emotions on a critical line. Until I lost my sight of that back.

"What are we going to do about Geheim?

Hearing the White Dragon appear so shady behind his back, William doesn't make it faint.

"Ask later. Just... give me some time."

I've been asking myself questions all the time. Was it good on this road, was it the best on this road, or was there any other good road? Lost, wandering, swaying, choosing. I feel like I was out of balance today. I haven't thrown it out yet. No, I guess it's not a royal road if you don't suffer without throwing it out. Always ask yourself, alone at the bottom of the abyss.

The bottom of my heart, I can't help but hate myself for being envious of them for choosing that path, and for choosing the current one.

Maybe that's why I missed it. I could have prepared as many reasons as I wanted. Reasoning was easy. But I'm sure you didn't.