Tower of Karma

In the winter, Rutgard's health was visibly deteriorating. unexplained illness, the doctor also had to throw a spoon. No way, I wouldn't have even imagined it with a doctor. He showed his wife on the hospital bed more than anyone else, cut the job up quicker, but the guy by his wife was poisoning her, etc. Knowing its intent to kill, smiling and poisoning the presence of a woman, etc.

It is not a place where the understanding of the ordinary person is extended.

Slowly, but surely, the time of death was approaching.

"Bubble, Bubble"

Your blood-soaked face doesn't make you feel blue and white. The poor health prevents you from getting a long sleep, and the neatly carved neighborhood is proof left that you haven't had enough sleep. Skinny and fractured limbs decayed to the point where it was also difficult to walk properly.

The debilitation calls for further illness, and Rutgard has repeatedly stretched the frontier of life and death.

"Are you all right?

But...

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm not dead yet."

Only those eyes inhabited the rays of life. Strong will to survive the mighty glow, yet, yet. No matter how debilitating or how serious the disease gets, my eyes, they can't break my heart. Alive, together.

"Right. Then I'll stay next door. As long as you're alive."

"Hehe, then I'm going to live longer"

William snorts at reading while nursing next door. Rutgard smiles happily as he intervenes from time to time. How many more times will I feel this silence? Calm, gentle, same silence as back then.

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It was Marianne von Bernbach who walked the Taylor family like a little bit and home. After she went to visit, she and Alfred played and fell asleep together and were interested in taking another walk. Not so big as a noble mansion, but a cozy courtyard is her favorite.

On such a road, there was a shadow in Marianne's sight.

"Uh, it's Bear."

It was Beatrice von Osvalt who Marianne spoke to. Beatrice has given up on Marianne changing and so on even returning "Don't Call Me Bear," so it's just the usual exchange.

"Bear see you, too?

"Oh, hey, it's my sister. I'll take a look."

"Hey... you mean Claude?

"Not at all. And don't put that stupid name in front of me."

"Are you still mad at me? Hmm, you're putting it in, Bear."

"I'm not interested in that guy. I don't know about loyalty, forget about benevolence, traitors trying to get out of this country, etc... I thought it was a little promising but it was my fault"

Beatrix was amazingly happy to know Claude was safe after the war, but when Claude woke up and stated the way forward, he was furious and hasn't even seen him since.

"There's no loyalty, is there? He's an outsider. But I think you feel so painfully benevolent. I was at your sister's grave before this, and I came to say hello to Dr. Hilda and Dr. Ignatz. They come here all the time."

"Then you just have to stay in this country. You don't have to leave."

"I don't know about that either. I'm not a warrior."

A book of silence went down between them. The two are not unfriendly. Even at school, I did well. But since when? What has created a subtle sense of distance, like now?

"Mr. Rutgard is in a tough time. Does it need to be now, at least for a winter?

"So I don't know."

"Mary was unusual and angry, too. I've never seen her hit a person before."

"Wow, that's unusual. But we don't know what a boy is. With a man who doesn't know who we are. - That's all flipped out, you're going, I guess. He's stupid, dumb, poor, but not flirtatious. Rather, the other way around."

Marianne laughs "Let it be". Eyes as if they were all foreseeable. Beatrice was a little bad at this eyed girlfriend. She has those eyes that look so far away, so close all the time. Of all those schools, of all the age groups Beatrice knows, she's the smartest. And yet she doesn't even try to use that talent.

"Rumor it, shadow. You're with Claude."

"Huh?"

Beatrice hissing herself in the shadows. You thought it sounded funny. Marianne follows suit.

"Does having a spear mean archery?

"I don't care that he's using a spear in the first place. Why soak up depression on spears, etc. when the sword had better muscles? If it was a sword, I would have taught him as much as I wanted."

"I think that's why"

"Did I say something?

"Bezu. Look, here we go. One hand, two hands, ah, I already lost."

"It's a terrible level difference, minus the sickness. Well, this would be the case if we dealt with the best spear man in this country. It is wrong to think about going outside to that extent, etc. Hey, in this minute."

"For the best of it, spears are a sub of the minds. So, I guess?

At the end of their gaze, Claude was being tumbled again.

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Claude had been rolled over so much that counting several times today would be a hundred million. Even if you use a spear, your admiration is strong. Swords, spears and precisely the moves that followed the cry were approximate precision. I don't feel like I can win. The more you do, the more painful the opening to the horrible.

Still strong. And yet...

"Rest a little. Wash your face in the fountain."

"Usu"

My heart,

"Can I be strong?"

I don't tremble. I didn't have the spear on my arm, the spear on my giant body, that tremor I felt from either of them. As for strength, it's not so different from William using a spear. William would be considerably better off with a sword.

"You're going to Nederks for that, aren't you?

"Yes, but no, I said, should I go in this situation in the first place? Even with Nedeluxe, I think the seniors, Raphael, and Beatrice will struggle to govern the spread of territory at once. I don't know what I can do there, but I don't know if it's a good idea for me to be alone in this state."

"You care about crap. You stupid bastard."

"Oh, no, fools aren't pretty bad."

"I can't even do my arithmetic properly. The text is a grammatical mess if you can just read it. Arcadia from here is where you are, and it doesn't help."

"... it's not too bad"

"You made the right choice. Your job is to be strong. That's the biggest contribution you can make, and I think it's the best way for you and for Arcadia."

Claude turned his eyes round.

"As you feel, there is no way to teach spears to a country called Arcadia. There is no pile of them, even if they are trying extremely hard. There has always been a difference between the Arcadia of the Sword, the Nedeluxe of the Spear, and the power of the nation, or the will of the neighbouring country. A long time ago."

William gently swirled the spear. The smooth movement is not overnight.

"My spear polished up the 'disease' LUTES based. I intend to finish it quite well, but I know what I'm talking about. The only strength I have with a spear is an extended sword fight. I'm just putting the experience and power I've developed with my sword on a spear. Spear technology thinks it's thin."

With all this strength, I say my spear is no big deal. It usually sounded disgusting, but William's serious eyes showed he wasn't kidding.

"Lütes, Theo, and Lowenglin. There were spear geniuses in every country, but they were geniuses and those who had made their own evolution. I can't imitate it, but it's hard to say. Above all, it's not always possible for others to be strong where they imitate. Same goes for my spear on this. I specialize too much for myself. You just have to figure yourself out. Then it won't follow. We've gone over the process, and we don't really have an important foundation."

Yes, Claude's sensibilities thought the same thing. William's spear is strong. But I didn't feel like I could be stronger by imitating it. Similar to a sword, a spear that has the strength for the first time with a discerning spot that finds the weakness of the target and precisely places it. I still don't have eyes to see it through. I can't control the fear of shooting through the dead.

"The foundation is created by the enormous number of attempts. With regard to spears, no country has tried as many times as Nedeluxe. Many drill, compete, and enhance each other. Connect it and repeat, it is the thickness that builds up that is the spear of Nedeluxe. You can't learn that in Arcadia."

Strays disappear from Claude's heart.

"Come strong. Not the same for us Inhumans to be appreciated. Go for the top. Don't beat Beatrice or Raphael. Learn how to be beyond me. You are a warrior. I became my righteous son because I thought I was going to be a warrior. Be strong if you feel it's beneficial. That's the best way to repay you."

The last person to push his back was his stepfather, William. That's all I expect. I'm getting eyes on you. Besides, they're sending such selfishness out as right. There can't be any more strays.

"It's getting stronger. More than anyone."

"I hope so."

Claude's ready. The time has come to move forward.

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"It's still winter and the entrance, and it's not snowing, and maybe we'll leave tomorrow, too?

Marianne darkened, "Don't I have to see you?," he called out. Beatrice was looking down without gazing at Marianne.

"Did you find out? He's gone and he's clean."

That stubborn attitude was enough to make a lot of observations, and Marianne sighed. Why can't we all be honest? Can't you just communicate your thoughts straight and act as you thought? I know you're sorry you couldn't do it.

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"Dotsu."

"... that's surprising. I didn't think you'd come."

The next day, before the sun even went up, the two met in front of the castle gate.

"Ma, no one's going to drop you off. I feel sorry for him."

"Uuch. Amongst others, Marianne."

Claude and Marianne. It is a pattern that has clashed many times in school. Tilt your neck if you say you were close, but you would be the one who touched each other more often than not in sync.

"Good luck with that. I think you're expecting quite a bit from me. I don't know about the fight, but I'm sure you want me to go beyond myself."

"... Dr. White Knight. If you say so, I'm sure. Come on, why don't you get tense!

"I don't think I can."

"Which way. Good luck with that. I'll go check it out when I'm in the lead."

"The seniority wall is thick. Um, Marianne, let's do our best."

"Okay, I'm coming."

"Ho, there you go"

Claude turns his back on Marianne. I wouldn't look back because of Claude's character. Marianne is not going to call it off either. My back traveling our way without hesitation was somewhat like the girl's beloved white knight.

Another girl to arm in the shadow of it. Exhale small.

Three white breaths dance in the sky. The season is winter, and soon it will snow in Arkas as well.