Tower of Karma

Dear William.

I guess I'm already dead to say you're watching this. As much as I'm very embarrassed before the war was declared, I still think so. Woohoo, still, I thought.

I've been chasing your back. [M] The more I chase, the farther and farther away I get. Every day I desperately follow that. Something terrible happened. There was a lot of sadness, a lot of hard stuff. But I can tell you I was happy.

It would have been the luckiest thing for me to have met you.

That day, you tried to abandon me. That was a shock to me at that moment, but now I think it's extremely obvious, that in the hell of a defeat, everyone can do the best they can about themselves. What you tried to do was natural. And, of course, you connected me. I won't forget. That time, your face was stunned.

I'm sure you're not thinking about it. People might say it's not like you. Logical, purposeful, planning-looking hands, I might say if it was Angelum.

But I think the hand you gave me over there is your nature. I'm not an idiot either. I understand and intend to understand that you are surrounded by evil, that you carry a lot of business, and that you are not out of the realm of speculation until its content. I'll tell you because it's a suicide note.

On top of that, I think you're helpless and gentle. In the north, as Shrvestel said. You are too kind on the battlefield. A warrior doesn't remember a thing he killed, a thing he took. Other than how impressive they are, they don't think back.

At that time, we didn't understand, but it was everything. I guess the white bear saw the presence of saying you because you are a true opposite warrior.

There were a lot of things. The toughest ten-man era. It's the time of year that I enjoyed it the most. I really used all sorts of hands to fight through it. I fought, I ran, I ran, I fought, I knew I ran, and I fought. I didn't think anything of it then, but you, you were doing a pretty nasty thing, weren't you? Especially in the north. There's a limit to how many monsters you can get rid of. Damn, if I told you at the time, it would be dangerous every time I think back. Well, it's because I was pulling my leg.

Against the Nederks, it was the first time I was assigned an executive role by you. You trusted me. I was really doomed then, but inside, I was really happy. I learned it on your back. You taught me. Show it off, get results, finally, I felt like I'd found a place.

It's all because of you. Thank you. Really, thank you.

And I'm sorry. I meant to try, but I'm sure I couldn't be as thorough as you. Maybe that's why this is the result. Now that I'm writing this, I don't know what the end of the line is, but I'm sure it's, like, me, the last time I'm a little out of it, I guess.

You've changed. I'm sure that's great for strangers, and the closer you are, especially, the worst direction for yourself. It happens to be the heavy duty I carried, but I tried to carry it and I got it. Sure, this is heavy. Every day it's heavy and heavy and it's going to crush me.

Still, at the same time, I think it's a good idea to pursue as much personal happiness as possible. Rutgard likes you, and even Alfred loves your father. Elise is all about you, too. You're a little jealous. Remember, Claude and Marianne, a lot of people wish you happiness. I think I'm one of them.

To that end, I sat in the chair of the Admiral. I thought I'd stand in line for you, keep you down, and make you give up. The result is this zama though. I hope this doesn't get into your eyes if you wish, that I and you stand side by side, and that you can live as one person.

I wonder what I've become of you. [M] I'm glad that's what I am.

From Heppo Admiral Carl von Taylor, with all due respect.

Stretch, I still couldn't. But you can win. Look at Ernst. Okay. That was you who couldn't be you. Then there is no element to lose. I'm just a little worried, though, that you're a sweet out-of-the-box. No, until seven years ago, too, huh? Yeah, I'm not really anxious about where it is. Seven years have passed. Then you naturally have a hand to beat the Son of God. [M] I couldn't lose, but I couldn't find a winner. [M] That's the difference.

And then you might find the man who stabbed me. I might come to confess. At that time, I want you to forgive me. If I cut him off in bad faith, I won't allow it. I think you'd be fine now, but for once, yeah. For God's sake, love is something you want to protect, right? You know best. [M] So, please.

And I'm sorry. Thank you.

William quietly missed it. I was a little free, so I look at the fold and read it back a few times, and even though I dubiously memorize the full text if I realize it, I still, look through it.

"Is that the nature of what you can say about people? I'm sure you're the only one who's ever been to the end."

Already Carl's men, Dieter, have all flown north with their families. He forbade self-harm and demanded that he live in detail on the border. Though I did not tell him that that was what General Karl wanted and that it was a will. Whatever verse you're guessing, sticking it out is the same thing that destroys your later life.

That man would not want his men to bear his own death. I'm glad to hear that.

"Your wishes will not come true. I even take advantage of your death to rise to heights. But let's swear in its place. Let me connect this country, everything you wanted to protect, in my way, to a far future. And for that, I will make evil, and I will always be."

Do your hand on your chest and breathe one.

"Until I die."

And I swore to my late friend.

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Under the sunny Ethereal Dome, there was a large crowd gathered in Arkas for just one man. Cheerful, pleasant sunshine that makes everyone float, today must be a good day. The best weather of the year that seemed so, on such a day, the man's national funeral took place.

"Our hero, General of the Army of the Kingdom of Arcadia, Carl von Taylor. That step..."

Heroes of perhaps the most familiar people in history. Although of aristocratic origin, its character was far from arrogant, its posture was low and often licked. With the same gaze as the people, happiness and misery, together with the death of a shared hero.

Whoever knows him or does not know him, knows what he does. I should have listened to him on something. The weakest general in Arcadia's history, loved by everyone, was surrounded by the largest crowd in his history, grieving, moaning, all alone.

Surrounded by flowers, surrounded by people, by mourning and love,

(You're a happy man. I'm sure I won't die like this)

As the English Spirit he lives in everyone's heart. Until there is no one to know him, until his history is broken and there is no one to connect with, the hero will live.

Long, long king's words. He says something good about his ear damage, but he won't understand it as a shard such as that man to the king. Passing away with it - it doesn't cut too much.

"- There is as much to talk about. But there's more to talking about than the rest. Another hero, General of the Army of the Kingdom of Arcadia, is William von Liwius"

Cheers explode. It would not be interesting as a king, but he had also received immense trust from the people in a vector separate from Carl's. Personality, behavior, track record enough to blow them away. You can't be unpopular with the man who tried to save Arcadia from Garias and Nedeluxe in distress.

"Send them out in the words of your friends."

The king falls back and William climbs. The flame of jealousy spilled out of the king's eyes, the king also gave way to this occasion because of popular commerce, but there is nothing higher than a national burial if it were meant to be. Emotions turn into swirling flames and appear in your eyes.

flush it, William stands on the stage. Thousands, tens of thousands of people spread beneath their eyes. Horizons stretching outside Arkas. This is the king's vision, everything he sees from here, even the invisible end, is the king's domain. Even in this situation my mind plays a little bit. I'm disgusted with myself like that.

"It is William von Liwius, General of the Army of the Kingdom of Arcadia. Your Majesty has given me this opportunity, and finally, I am delighted to have the opportunity to speak with my friends."

At the end of the day...

"A little old story. I met Carl in far away Laconia, when I hadn't worn this mask yet."

Let's face each other naked, as is. William rarely removed that mask in front of the masses. A face that many of the people pushing to this occasion have never seen. Heroes deserved brilliant eyebrows, and pitiful eyes had a powerful light.

Unlike Carl, who was gentle and had an enveloping aura, it was a man named William who swallowed it with an overwhelming presence and brilliance. The mask was already a shackle that bound it.

"Start with one soldier for each other. He was timid and I had no power. They took Laconia, they took Laconia back, and we started walking together. How many battlefields, how many death fights, it was never just a beautiful victory. Running away from unbeatable opponents, sometimes triumphant all over the mud, little by little, we got stronger. He has wisdom and courage, and I have accumulated strength and knowledge."

It was a voice that often passed. There are parts of him that even lurk his breath that everyone misses a word, but there is something in his voice that isn't just that. A pleasantly cool voice echoes through the clear sky. I'm not screaming. I'm not putting it up. I wonder why...

"Cowardly, weak Carl gained courage. I became strong when I was powerless and weak. We buried each other and raised each other up...... now that I think about it, I wouldn't have had more full days. We were lucky to live in it. Really. That's why he couldn't forgive me."

Why is it so refreshing?

"We weren't special from the start. Without failing to drill, I intend to do my best, but there will have been many who have lived in the same way. I just happened to survive. And I ascended to the heights, I ascended. Beyond the numerous sacrifices, there happened to be us. Because that was unforgivable, he made further efforts. Loved the people, the sacrifice that spread at their feet, the country they wanted to protect. So he was kind, fair, not proud of you."

A journey I don't think of as a hero, a thought. Yeah, make it William, make it Carl, they're not born heroes. One was a slender boy who soaked muddy water, and the other was also a lethally uncompetitive sexual root as a nobleman, a fall.

"There are many sacrifices at our feet. It was yesterday's sacrifice that is now supporting everyone living in this land. Anything to protect those you love, for riches, for honor. A being who risked his life to make something happen keeps us alive! Carl also made his presence with them again. As the English Spirit, they support us."

William spread his hands. Big, ambitious...

"I want to respond to them. I want to connect this country that they love, protect and nurture to the next generation. Until the day I became yesterday with them. As history, until the day when it forms the basis for the support of this country. They are all the same again. Your hard work will create tomorrow. Each and every one of you will one day become history again. Just like them. So let's move on. Let's cry all we want today for that! Tomorrow, to Karl, to reward them for the honorable sacrifice they have died in this battle."

I couldn't hide my surprise in the sight as much as anyone who knew William well. A man who doesn't show weakness or dust doesn't even try to hide the brilliance of the large grains in his eyes. its strength, heroism, to the point of being ruthless, cruel, knowing them, its words and attitudes,

"Carl was my friend. He was the first and best friend to come to this country. Just wait over there. I make this country the strongest and best in Laurencia. And let's connect next. so that we can safely usher in the next era. That is all from me. Thank you for listening."

Looks pitiful somewhere.

Stronger than anyone, more heroic than anyone. They wept in tears at the last weakness such a man showed, the tender hero who would leave with it.

Rain grains fall on Arcadia in the sky. Let's cry today for tomorrow.

Living a healthy life tomorrow, that's what the deceased wants.

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Alfred was relieved to hear his father speak. It was too young to understand, but it is nevertheless the moment something sprouted in him. I saw the tears around me, the tears of the girl I loved, my aunt, who was strong and always dressed up, crying down.

Above all, I saw my father's tears stronger than anyone else, my mother's tears kinder than anyone else's.

Maybe the word was directed at this little boy. For the first time this day, the boy learned of his weakness. It is important to know strength. One day the day may come when this word will exchange meaning.

"Ha, yeah, I am"

First of all, I don't want to soak up my favorite mother's tears, and Alfred turns to my mother. I don't know what words I'm going to say, I'm going to give you a silent hug, and if I do, will you stop crying? With that in mind...

…………

Look. Slowly, look at your favorite mother falling.

"Ha-ha-ha!

In an attempt to support it, there was no way the child could support the adult's weight as a matter of course, and Alfred's hands were underlaid. Ouch, but I don't care about that.

"Lutto!"

Hilda, who was crying earlier, rushes over here. Einhardt has also changed his blood phase to run. Helpless self, just looking at it.

"Get the horses ready! I'll carry it."

Helpless, it hurts.