Tower of Karma

A long winter began for William and his surroundings. A rapidly expanding territory and population, every day running to develop human resources and create institutions to govern it. The job just goes down every day. Originally, it was unparalleled in Arcadia's history that winter was so busy that it was supposed to rest. Still, William took time to see his wife after scouting them all. William makes every effort to run through the dense days.

Rutgard also survived another debilitating and overlapping illness with immortal vitality. In view of the effects of the poison, the lethality has already crossed. Being alive is a miracle in itself. Live a little longer and prolong the time we have together. That was her last resistance.

Time flies. Over and over the mountains, over and over the dead, the seasons tour.

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"That's a lot warmer. Anything I can get you?

"It's okay, brother Einhardt. Never mind."

Taylor's mansion where the snow dissolves and the sun falls. My brother and sister, my second brother, who should already be between them, die, and this mansion feels much smaller too. Snow dissolves, flowers bloom, and breasts leap in the hopeful spring sunshine. Hidden in such an arcas, brothers and sisters view the courtyard.

William was waving his sword there as usual. habit that has been going on since the day of his visit to the Mansion. As before, time is neat, early mornings and late nights are not possible, but when I find free time, I hone myself into reading in archery.

General of the Army of the Kingdom of Arcadia, his eyes were stiff when he gained this status and still sought to ascend. Is it the weight of the light that dwells in the eye, to name a point different from what it was then?

I'm looking at it with a serious eye.

"You're watching very enthusiastically."

"Alfred wants to be strong. They're gonna protect me, too."

"... well. It's a fine thing."

Alfred von Liwius. One son of William and Rutgard, lords of this mansion. The boy had grown once over a hard and painful winter.

"Oh, you look like a visitor. Ellis on Hilda, and then the usual noise."

"Thanks to that kid, it helped me a lot. Marianne is a very good girl."

"I know. Hmm? Is it still coming? That body is so big..."

"Count Thunder, right? Mr. Schulvia is with you."

"... I swung that woman Halbert around and ran into William's place."

"Well, you're as good as ever. Oh, and a lot more."

"It's a new season. Even if you rot, Admiral, there are many who come to greet you."

"Even if you rot people's husbands... you get angry, don't you?

"... I guess I just slapped a little light-hearted. And it's a lot to come by. You can't fit in the courtyard of this mansion. When was the first time the mansion had shown so much craziness?"

"From solitude to today, this many people gathered around no matter what the relationship. That guy got all that power. I'm very proud of that."

Rutgard narrows his eyes. The sky that runs through it, the "favorite" beneath it, will surely suffer in the future. Until the time of death. The boy, who is very gentle, serious and has a beautiful heart, continues to suffer because of his nature.

That's why you're stronger than anyone else, and you conquer everywhere.

The girl remembers a reunion he doesn't even know in the fading scenery. That's not...

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My life has changed since that day. I began to live according to the enthusiasm that dwells in my chest. Completely cut off archaeology such as dance and musical instruments and immerse yourself in the hobby of sewing. It thereby diminishes her value as an aristocratic maid, supposedly unable to marry politically, and expels her from the house.

Then I can wave the big hand and go see him, that's what I thought.

If you get out of the house, you need to get a job on your hands. When I thought about what I could do now, I came up with the work of my mother, who was also famous in Wang Du. Even if it's not conceited as a designer, you can't eat it if you remember highly functional clothing, restoration techniques, etc. I tell myself that sewing, seen as an escape from the surroundings, also had this purpose.

No one can help me. Still, I found out about the outside world. I met that guy. I want to see you again. I want to live with you. Then it is decided to do it.

Now that you're treated and protected as a child, now is the time to build up your spare time.

I tried. With the help of Hilda, who has always been my friend, I, Rutgard's name, was spreading to the social world a little bit. I'm ready to get out of the house. And then at what time do we leave the house?

"Rutgard, we need to talk"

What surprised me was that your father had foreseen everything. I was counting backwards from my actions and the events of the day the change occurred (though I didn't tell you about Al) and getting to a point where I was pretty close to the right answer. On top of that, your father told me he didn't need to leave the house.

I no longer expect myself to act as a noble courtier. If there's a path you want to go, you can choose who you want. However, I inherit the blood of the Taylor family no matter which way I go, and as long as I have that blood, I'm also free to be in this mansion. That's what your father was laughing at. Words, of course, because I have a certain role as a Taylor business member. He's not nice to his family who can't contribute anything to Taylor.

For whatever reason, everything that blocks me is gone.

So one day I used the money I earned from my sewing job to do a 'he' investigation. Using talent that is unrelated to Taylor and takes a lot but has a reputation for secrecy.

And I found out. The boy's tragedy and where he is now. Bernbach, famous for some of his nobility, the toy broken by that monster is his sister, the only flesh parent he loved more than anyone else.

I couldn't stay or stand, I jumped out of the mansion. The aim is the bookstore in which he is looked after. Its bookstores run by couples are inferior to large chambers of commerce because of their size, but with careful translations of shopkeepers and a selection of books from around the world, it was known as a hidden famous store.

I couldn't get into the store right away about the bookstore. Ask him again and again how he is, he comes and goes, he breathes and calms his mind.

"Forgive me if they take it away"

A voice heard from the back of the store. I was frightened. I did not know the bearer of a low voice that concentrated as if it were a grudge that echoed from the bottom of the earth, more and more black emotions.

"Forgive me if it's stolen"

I was somewhat concerned and watched from the shadows. Grey white hair and a grumpy, distorted posture. And the eyes dwelt in a different colour than anything I knew.

"Forgive me if they kill me"

Forgive, perhaps a word farther than anything from a man today.

"Forgiveness is more honorable than anything"

Those eyes are screaming that I will never forgive them.

"Beg and look up to heaven."

He was reading a book to hide in a small space. Literacy rates are low in this era. Even the Wang capital Arkas will not be able to read or write half of its citizens. You can say that if you're a slave, you can barely read it. In the meantime, he could read, the speed of which was unusual.

"God will forgive and have mercy"

Follow the text with your eyes as if to see the revenge of your parents.

"So let us forgive you"

I had a terrible idea.

"Let us forgive you"

A beast imprisoned by this hatred,

"Let us forgive you"

I was wondering if he was that gentle, serious, more beautiful eyed boy than anyone else.

"My little treasure"

I thought it might be Al.

"the beautiful world that gave birth to you."

They took my sister, they humiliated me, they lost me. If he finds out about Vlad's vices and sees evidence of them, maybe even the boy who's been poking that gem back,

"Love you."

Will it transform into such a monster? Yes, I thought so.

"... hey"

What do I look like now? Are you crying, are you sad, you're not supposed to be laughing. No matter how fateful, no matter how cruel the world is, there's only a little bit of tragedy to laugh at.

"I'm sorry. I can't forgive the world without you."

He's Al, and I'm not in his eyes.

"I'll avenge you. That's what we need to do. Be stronger than anyone. I'll take it all away."

Hate ruled him. I don't have the words to go in there. I was sad, I couldn't help but feel confident that my imaginary future would not come.

"I'll kill you. I'll kill you."

Just like a song put on a distorted rhythm, a boy crushing bumps and grudges with a small voice. What can I do? Doesn't it do anything to his hatred, enough to be able to sew a little?

"Al! You're reading the product in the back again!

"... excuse me"

"I'm not sorry. Not at all. Treat it carefully and clean it up on the shelf when you're done reading it. The lunch break is almost over."

"Okay. Thank you, Mr. Norman."

That's what I said. I'm going back to reading again, Al. Seeing that, I felt my chest tightened. The voice I heard earlier, the kindness and compassion it contained, has not resonated with his heart at all. It also seemed more like a rejection.

No one enters, living the hatred for food.

Such a way to live with Al. I meant to be smart, but I couldn't think of anything at that moment. I'm also desperate for that fact, and I don't really remember how I got home from it.

I cried, I thought, and nothing came up.

I hadn't seen anyone for a while. I had impatient days. I really did nothing but sew that became a habit, and only grand thoughts circled around.

And meet again. By chance, the young man who showed up with his brother. Little shadow remained of the boy in the distant days, but his eyes were still darker and cloudier when he was reunited. I wasn't sure until I looked in the eye. There's no way there's such a coincidence.

You can't be surprised that a young man appeared as an Inhuman in the first place, it shouldn't be.

Tales that overlap, stay away from it, and have nothing to tell now.

Knowing everything, my heart nevertheless asked for that day. I asked to meet you that day. Fallen with me. But I wanted to be with you. So I'm satisfied with this end, and I even think I had a luxury considering the time we were together.

I liked myself wisely and intentionally, just a little bit, even if I was stupid.

So enough already. Any more of this gets in the way of the royal road he finds, the path of redemption.

My ego pushed through. And then we'll go back to the days of waiting.

"I'm good at waiting."

Until the day we meet again...

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The courtyard of the mansion, which became a festival noise. As acquaintances blossomed into a cute conversation, William sat down in the fountain out of that ring. At the end of the audition, always resting here, she showed up from nowhere.

"Hmm?"

A little wind blew. One of the petals falls on the back of William's hand on the wind. Whispering plush. The last - one piece.

"Oh well"

Einhardt's crying. The atmosphere changed when I heard that.

"It was fun, Rutgard. Also, shall we play together someday"

Only William could take the sudden. Because he is an executor, an accomplice, and a couple.

During the blooming season, a circle of flowers was secretly scattered. Plain and inconspicuous, but calm and gentle, above all life-filled and strong flowers - scattered.