Tower of Karma

The sway I feel from the boy's back. There are still strays. At that point, the girl thinks the boy is a gentle, serious person. I have seen my father's business pattern, the fallen appearance of many humans so far. Human beings who have reached distress are ugly. They let go of the things that are fine and important, to the brilliance of the moment.

Desire is for everyone. And everyone can't resist desire.

(Whip marks. A lot, a lot, it hurt, didn't it)

I can glimpse it from the boy's back, between his clothes. It had an unimaginably tragic scar on me born as a nobleman. A girl can't imagine the world a boy lives in. I guess it's so far off. Slaves and nobles, couldn't possibly be empathetic.

(Poverty, hunger, so thin and cold)

Bones floating on the back, meaty little very different from the same generation the girl knows. Feels too different than a girl's puffy fingers. My body is so soft, but the boy's body is very thin and stiff. My fingers are so warm, but cold.

(The magic of the gemstone fascinated you. I've given you a lust. But if that's all you could have endured. If that's all, there was room for your kindness to intervene)

But...

(You've noticed. With this, I can save myself and another person, someone important, from this hell, he said. The value of fiction that our Father gives us. My eyes have gone where they are. you can't resist that realization)

There is a way out of poverty. Thin, small yarn. It's important to the girl, but at the same time for the boy, it's a thousand opportunities. I can dye my hands of simple evil and save myself and another important person just like that.

("Sister," which has been talked about many times. I'm sure the person most important to you)

I can save you both. Just a little, you can fool your conscience.

(You also have richts. That you saved my life. He carried me. Protected me. He looked for me. Even now, you carry me. You have a likz. This gem is their legitimate reward. You can say that)

Never a muscular story. Just take it away at the back. Still, the snail is ready. I can make excuses for myself. If that happens, I can't resist it anymore. It just falls off when it drifts.

(If that happens, I can fall, too, right?

What swells up in a girl. Same as a boy, dark desire.

(If it be taken away at all, I will make a deal with thee. Give your likz flesh and forgiveness to get you. take you away in exchange for my precious)

The girl was craving a boy. Gentle, brave, a bit of a mouth, but fun to be with. The gray that goes on from the day I lost my mother, I feel I can solve that and get the color back a little bit. So get a boy the way a girl does.

(You're nothing wrong. Human beings, you can't beat greed. Me too, same)

Everything in this world is made of intentions. No matter how nicely you take care of the surface, its back is ugly and distorted and its habit is very reasonable. The girl was smart. I'm too smart to see where I don't have to look.

(Here's the thing. I hate me)

I hate people. I hate myself. Everything, I hate.

"I got it. This is the border between me and you."

Shadows and light. A different world so far in one step. The boy's world and the girl's.

"You can walk home from here, right?

"Yes, I'm fine"

"I wonder if it's true. You're a pain in the ass."

The boy lowered the girl. The boy takes a step back. To the shady world. The girl takes a step forward. To the world of light. This separation is only for a moment. The boy got a way over the world. The girl also uses it to get the boy again. Such as this border, it doesn't exist anymore.

"Thank you. Thanks to you for your help."

Thank God, when they said that, the boy's face was distorted. It was proof that the boy was about to take it, stretching his tongue even darker in the girl.

The girl safely bowed her head when she saw the look. If I raise this head, I'll ask. And let's make a deal. I will take it, not against my blood, but while I am bleeding. Both ways to be happy. If you give up what's important, if you're going to be deprived anyway, you take advantage of something else. That's the thing about how smart people do things. The girl is smart.

"Bye -"

Now if you'll excuse me. Ask as if you remembered afterwards. So...

"Yes, Forgotten Things"

So...

"It's just a long way off. It's important."

The girl is smart. So I didn't know what the boy meant by his actions. A jade pendant held in its hand. Girl's thoughts panic when she sees that offered.

"Uh, well, that's, uh"

A boy who laughs bitterly when he sees a girl panicking.

"You thought you'd steal. Terrible. I'm hurt."

"Oh, that's not true. But"

"I'm kidding. It's really critical. I, as you can see, am an amazing bimbo. I'm a slave as I see it, and I'm not as puffy as you are, and it sucks. Honestly, I want this so much that I can get my hands off my throat"

The boy's hand was shaking. My legs, too, are pressing in with force but definitely rocking. The grin is obviously strong, and I'm ready for thin ice, so likely to withdraw my foreword at any time.

"But even at the bottom of us, there's a guy named Kyogie. I've stolen a lot of stuff so far, and I've taken it. I took it from you. Apples, eggs, bread, lots.... but you know, I've never stolen anything really important from that guy. I'm not proud of you, though."

The appearance is by no means a good one.

"You have yours, we have our riches. I'll steal it to live. If you don't, you starve to death. But I won't steal it if the person dies for stealing it. I know enough to steal from another wealthy place. So I can't steal this. You're talking about the old man who came out many times, aren't you? Then I knew this was important."

But I wonder why...

I'll give it back to you.

Why are you so...

"Come on. I can't do this. Come on."

Does it look beautiful? I'm so ready to fall when I push it. Still, no matter how much it rocks, the boy never breaks down. The boy resisted and tried to succumb even weakly, even though there were rickets, distress, and the conditions under which desire swallowed were twelve.

The girl put her hands close. Shivering thin fingers. The vibration increases power just by touching it lightly. I'm desperately pushing my instincts, Likutsu. The girl never shook her hand. Conflicting two hands. Light and shadow, warm and cold.

The cold fingers slowly unraveled. A pendant returns to the girl's hand.

"I'm sorry, me, you."

The girl embarrassed herself. I took it upon myself to consider the boy the same as myself, and people decided that they were all together. The idea was a mistake, and I knew there was such a beautiful thing in this world. Warm as light, soft as particles. The girl didn't know this name.

"Sorry, sorry"

A boy bewildered by a girl who suddenly started crying big tears.

"Hey, don't cry. I had no choice but to be suspected, and I was actually willing to steal it. You're nothing wrong. There's nothing to apologize for crying."

"But I think I'm terrible at you"

The boy looked at her like that and thought, "You're a good girl." Normally, even civilians don't thank or apologize for what slaves do about it. All the more so for the aristocracy. But the girl is not aware of the framework. The most hateful unconscious wall for them, without it.

"As much as I cry and apologize, I want to thank you. Look, if I give it back, it's gonna mean I saved you for free, right? That sounds like a great knight, doesn't it? I'm going for your knight. Thank you better than sorry."

The boy severed the thread of hope with his own hands. The moment I see that figure, the girl's world, the gray world, fades all at once. Colorful, follow the boy. From my mother's death to this point, almost all the scenery that was gray was repainted. At its heart is a boy named Al.

The girl regained her color. The light fills with warmth. The world is not as bad a thing as I thought. This guy looked a lot better than he thought.

"Oh, good. He stopped crying. Now I can go home in peace. I probably won't see you again, but today was sooo funny. Goodbye!

I guess my desire for a jade pendant is drawing my tail. The boy decided that it would be dangerous if he stayed here for a long time, regrettably but thought of saying goodbye quickly.

The boy is lumpy if he is light. I'll never catch up with you on my own. So the girl hurried. For the first time in my life, I let go of my words only through emotions without going through my thoughts.

"Thanks Alu! It was sooo much fun! Will you play again!?

The word catches up with the boy, and he sees the voiced in surprise.

Seeing the flowers that were blooming there, Al's face turned so bright red that he couldn't beat the sunset. It's a little plain, but if you look good, it's very pretty, smells good, and it's soft and...

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William was scratching his cheeks with Polypoli without gazing at Rutgard. Rutgard chuckles at the way it looks.

"Did you remember?

"A little bit."

William, who never tries to gaze at me. Rutgard, smiling mischievously, seemed satisfied only with the way it looked.

"Afterwards, you gave protection to the third army your father was asking for. Einhardt, it was quite intense when I saw your brother's face back then."

"... it gets hot as soon as I'm still the inner circle opponent. I guess that's the temper, brother-in-law."

"Right. Al, what was William doing after that?

"Give me a high fever right after that. He doesn't remember much, but he wandered the border between life and death. They pissed me off. The boulder is the swamp of death. I didn't forget anything after that... well, there's a lot going on."

"Really?"

Is it because of the scope of the investigation or because it is out of interest? Probably 89 out of 10.

"... let's make a stew. Can you eat that?

"Yes, with pleasure"

"Don't be happy, you fool."

William stood up and tried to extend his legs into the cooking room. And then I smile at Rutgard and see if he comes up with something.

"For William Lewis, my favorite is Victoria."

"I know. Now."

I'm not even in great shock. I didn't say it in words, but I never gave in there. All the more so than I knew, the sequence became solid.

"But for Al, it was plain and creepy, a girl who smelled good and soft was his first love, and maybe he was his favorite. That's part of me."

If the favorite for William is Victoria, the favorite for Al is Rutgard. Those two do not contradict each other. The other self that split that day, the one who set it apart and now it's another. Doesn't mean they're real. Both are real, both are true.

So the two favorites are where they are without contradiction.

"Well, that's the thing"

William scratched his cheek and left. The look on Rutgard's face left was so bright red that he couldn't beat Al that day.