Tower of Karma

William's dedicated care brightened the family. Many tourists also came. Bring me something nutritious, offer me the words of prayer, and the kind hearted woman had an out-of-the-box many allies. Alfred also began to help with garden cleaning and watering flowers for his mother.

I want you to get better soon. That's what everyone thought.

"It's a beautiful day."

"Yeah, I guess so."

Except for the two of us.

"Sorry for the inconvenience in the morning"

Early in the morning, with Rutgard throwing up blood and falling, William canceled all appointments and was nursing by her side. Alfred keeps it temporarily with Hilda. Would you even go on a school tour with Ehlis by now?

"Fine. I've got an excuse to lose my job."

"Your job, it's important, right?

"I list what needs to be done for the moment and throw it to each department. I was busy when it wasn't clear what to do in an emergency, but if you visualize and distribute, the rest is work. We should check progress and give directions, but we've crossed the mountain for now."

Just the two of us now. That's why I calm down. I always did. This sense of air is the optimal solution for both of us. It's a cozy silence for them, even while they're awkwardly silent from the looks of it. The more you want to soak up all the time, the calmer and warmer this air is.

"I hope so"

"How are you feeling?

"It's getting a little worse. I have a residual poison in my body that makes me weaker every day."

"This poison is the most murderous compound poison of all things that make it look like natural death and kill it. It stays in the body even across the day, and when it exceeds a certain amount, changes in physical condition begin to occur, and if it continues to ingest, it gradually weakens and leads to death. It cannot be distinguished from death from illness and leaves little trace. It's an out-of-law."

"That stuff existed in the country, didn't it? I was surprised to get the poison I wanted. Oh, is there something like this?"

"I could have bought it because it was you. The monster I'm imploring wants to kill you. I guess I thought it was a boat to cross. He sold the poison I had for him."

"Well, heh, either way, I was dead of this poison."

Rutgard smiles uncontrollably at the person who confessed to the murder. Her mental state is no longer anywhere else's understandable. Reason, instinct, twist everything and she laughs. Hidden as a flower on the side of the road, but resolutely beautiful and smiling, more than anyone else.

"It's the poison I made. Am I right to say that I revived him? Once upon a time there was magic in this world. Apparently it was used as one of its mediators. They say that reacting to a certain sorcery increases the rate of binding to matter. Function as poison is only a by-product. Now I can't use it except for poison."

William tells stories he only knows and shouldn't know when he's alone with them lately. I also talked about Uranos. Life with Gaius, encounter with Arc, a past history that has now turned into a wonder. I talk about that all the time.

Sometimes you can talk because you have absolute trust in the other person and a clear end.

"Is that your poison? I got a little appetite."

"Damn, you're really hard. Let's make a stew now. I don't like Alfred."

"I like it. Rustic, warm, gentle flavor. Because it tastes like you."

William scratches his cheeks pounding. My relationship with her is an accomplice in a true sense. As we washed each other and told each other what we had been hiding, we found out that she had been in charge of one of her own sticks a long time ago. She had a weapon to kill herself. I didn't use that all the time. Instead of using it, it was destroyed on the spot.

William can only smile bitterly at the madness. If she had been a little more actionable, if she had been active, there would have been no gap for the others to interrupt. She just didn't have the courage to step in. That's all I lacked. I had everything else.

"The real me, huh? You remember me, you forget me."

"Yeah, mine, most memorable. He was a nice, good-looking boy."

"You're a little slave kid, aren't you? I guess that's really me, huh?

William stares suspiciously at Rutgard. Rutgard erupts unbearably. There was a slight mix of blood, so it was a funny picture to laugh at.

"Shall we talk then? Maybe it's the last time we can talk like this."

"It's like I want to hear it, I don't want to hear it. Well, let's hear it. You may recall."

"Hehe, then... that was just the year my mother died, as I was still small"

Spin the words as Rutgard recalls. It gave a little bit of contour, and every time, a view sprang up behind William's brain.

That was a long time ago, before the boy was taken away yet.

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My favorite mother died and the lights also remained out of Rosalinde, which was a playground with my mother. The two brothers also sank, especially the eldest brother, who was away from working with his father because of it. That's why I started doing scholarly things, so I had to worry about my family.

The girl was also one of those inside laughing at her eldest brother's stupidity. There's no causal link between my mother's death and my father's work, and my mother won't come back if I'm worried about my father, and it doesn't make sense. It's bad because it's an imitation of a scholar who doesn't even eat it. Who thinks living funds are being constructed? The money he earned was his father's Taylor, and he was too childish to quit his job and call it disobedience.

"Learn to dance today. One of the noble ladies, one of the dancers."

"Yes, father."

The girl, Rutgard von Taylor, was a wise daughter. I had a firm understanding of what was required of me, what I should do, and my responsibilities as an aristocratic maid. Increase your charm by dancing, manipulation, etc., and capture a little bit of good temperament. That was the mission.

I also understand that I lack the instrumentality, and I worked hard day and night to make up for it. As you wish. There's only one thing, if there's any difficulty...

(I seem clumsy)

No dancing, no instruments, nothing works. My head knows, but my body doesn't move well. Even my second brother can't do it any better. At that point, Rutgard understands that he is a failure.

(Even though I'm good at sewing)

Mother conceded talent, and true effort. She was smart, but didn't know the effort in the true sense. It's what you like that makes you good at things. I wouldn't call just tracing the same thing as everyone else an effort. Try and err yourself, find your way, and poke at it. That's the first time I've worked so hard.

She hadn't poured that much heat into The Noble Lady. I like sewing, so I was with my favorite mother, so I was elevated to being good at it. She didn't know. No, I forgot. The first time I was clumsy. I stabbed the needle on my fingers many times, and cried for my days.

A carriage to a lesson you don't even like. Time to catch a glimpse of yourself because you can't. Everyone just crawls around in a navel next to dancing well.

Rutgard took the jade pendant that was put on his neck. It is the shape of my mother. It is never expensive. But she liked this stone. Plain, inconspicuous, somewhere. Far from floral, unlike prominent beings such as rubies and sapphires.

Because I was a little like myself.

I lost my mother and this stone is the only color left. Everything else looks gray.

The girl was smart enough to know for a long time that what everyone was looking for was in her hands. The 'noble lady' that my father or brother would expect, myself who is neither clever nor talented enough to be that. Because Taylor's daughter is the one whose family trivializes me. This is how I ride the carriage, what my servants say and hear, it's all in the power of people, and I don't have myself there.

There was salvation if I could at least be a sought after being, but I can't do that either. The only mother who didn't ask for anything from herself is no more. My second brother - probably hasn't thought of anything. Same damage as myself. Being an unexpected being, he is full of himself. I'm sure he'll live like that forever. Parasitic to someone, with a loving laugh.

So I don't really like my second brother either. Because it resembles me.

Yes, she hated herself the most in the world. I can't. I can't.

Gatan, did you even step on some stone, suddenly the carriage rocked heavily.

"Ah."

Rutgard spills the stone in his hand with shock. Spill ahead, outside.

"Maroon."

The neighborhood is a street with high and low differences in the Arkas, and the pendant falls down in tease. To the world of Rutgard's ignorance, swallowed up into the dark abyss...

"Please stop!

That was my mother's vision. You can't lose it. That's the only color.

"Lady?"

The moment your man stopped the carriage, Rutgard ran out to the outside world. The usual gloomy gray gets swallowed up in the dark more and more. Still, she couldn't let go of her memories. A pendant like that would get you like a mountain. Because my father is a jewel king. But that's not the same.

The girl therefore rushes out. Into a world I don't know and don't know. Out of the world I saw, into a strange world. The girl didn't know. That there is a place in this world that I think is gray and uncertain. That there are people living there.

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"Hmm? I think I saw something annoying over there."

"It's your fault. Favera's not coming. Let's break it up."

"... you say you can't play with me."

"No, you have nothing to do. I'm hungry, and the apples are risky without Favela. That dad's a lot more alert."

"Hmm! Fine then. I'm gonna look for the sparkle!

"Don't be too late. Mr. Alrett will be worried."

"I'm your knight. I don't know what to worry about."

"... that again. Don't be such a knight."

"Muki! One day I'm gonna bust Kyle out and look down on you!

"Try it, Al. I'm not coming that day."

Kyle looks worried about her distant friend's back. The boy called Al went looking for something he wasn't sure about. I can go after him because I'm free, but at times like this, it's hard to hang out with Al because he's hard to break.

Kyle seemed like a loser.

"Do you want to take a nap here some more? Favera could be here."

I fell asleep on the spot.

Warm sunshine, serene routine. It would be better if the whipped spot were painful or alive. Such a routine page. It is such a story, which intersects just a little extraordinary.