Tower of Karma

On that day I laddered a meeting with the grand nobleman and consumed a large quantity of alcohol. Not too drunk William was strolling through the streets of the snowy Arkas in his drunken awakening after a single vomit. A year when Rutgard died, Nyx perished and made a covenant with Claudia. There was no war, but it turned out to be a colorful year.

As promised, Claudia killed and showed Althauser's human being. Let yourself drown, drown until you can't escape, and then throw it away. Life-threatening addicts just like that's funny. Her cunt had grown more attractive with each passing year and was no longer equal to drugs.

The allure of swallowing one man, any bent and serious, is in a sense the strongest power.

Leodegar had also died leaving his will firmly behind again. Even a man who was honest, gentle, and all the way down this end of the road. Had I had the lost light in my hands, that future would have changed dramatically. Althauser himself may not have perished either.

While everyone suspects Claudia's murder, there is no way to blame it. Claudia called back to the royal palace. The closer they were to what their poisonous fangs would eat, the more frightened they were.

William stuck his head in the snow. The feeling of a slightly lit head getting cold. The thought of circling left me under control, pulled my head out of the snow, and continued the flurry.

"I've officially come a long way to the general, the territory south of Maalburg and the countess, I think. It's still halfway down the road, too soon to be satisfied. You're not supposed to be satisfied in the first place, are you?"

It was finally more recent and given in return for its earlier achievements. William should have ruled south of Laconia as promised, but it is too broad for a single individual to rule a whole Ostberg country. Discussions were repeated and long-delayed conclusions were also adopted by Airhardt with Claudia's return to the centre.

Airhardt's proposal seemed overwhelming, but it was a proposal to separate William and the center, and hence Claudia. The territory is a vast and abundant land, but at the end of the south, far from Arkas, influence will also decline.

It is now the case that we can no longer rise to the same stage in order to fight.

"Well, there's plenty to do. Things like this are well assumed. Either way, I don't think I can drop the throne with one big pawn named Claudia. Sowing first. No matter how many times you drink it, you pour in a shitty booze, but you can build a connection."

Citizen support in order to get up there, it doesn't help either. Without it, of course, we cannot look above in the true sense, but it is those with the power of nobility who should be held back if they are to simply aim for the throne. Especially if the grand aristocrats don't keep some of them surrounded, they won't follow them down and isolate them. Neither can walls be exceeded by strength on the battlefield, nor in the royal palace.

Whatever you say, the title, the formats and traditions that accompany it, are the ones that can be weighed down. Even with a wide territory in his hands, William is the Earl, which equals no place for a beating up in the royal palace where the Marquis, Duke, Grand Duke and direct royalty reign above.

But William also has a weapon that they nobles do not possess. Arcadia's finest financial and force, it's the royal palace that fades away, but if you step outside, there's no one more powerful than William today. Nobility and the royal palace are not the only survivors. History has no money, nobility. A martial family that, even if prestigious, has not produced more than one division leader in its time.

For them, their connection to William will be more important than the grand aristocracy, which in some ways is poorer for the good. Even as William, he sells thanks and lends money to the unharmed.

Both sides have strong beneficial relationships.

"We're gonna win. I am. You have to win, you can't."

Seeding to win. It is an upfront investment to blossom what we call a crown.

A flock of deceased people at their feet. Something that says if you look down at them stacked, you'll wake up drunk in an instant too. Using them as free bodies or as a basis for a new era, it is up to William. Win, win, keep winning, be king and win even more.

One step, ten steps, a hundred steps, take a man forward and entrust him to the next.

"Really, you're a jerk, I am."

A white breath floats in the starry sky. Behind the thirst for victory, which is similar to what we strive for and obsessive-compulsive notions, there was a mind that the more we win, the thirsty we become.

Victory doesn't necessarily fill the mind. Sometimes the opposite is more common.

'You're shaking. White Knight'

Deep in me, the beginner's business hurts.

A man who stands Jen Wang in the middle of the road. The sharpness of its eyes had increased its sharpness in hatred for William. The man touched the blade on his hips, the pattern that supported it.

"The neck I was keeping, let me take it today"

The Word of the Destroyed Country? I haven't pronounced it in a long time... Father. "

I wasn't distorted by intoxication. The man shakes his head with a meaningful grin.

"No questions asked!

A cracking mood. The structure is exactly the same as Kafirin's, Lucitanian legitimate sword moves. The crystals of technology they have cultivated are there.

"... Warren Lewius. I did tell you that day. Come and kill me whenever you want. It's no problem that they attacked me. But you seem to have forgotten another condition. '

William also took the sword that stood at his hips, the pattern. Somewhere distorted compared to the man in front of you. As distorted as that grin was, it was a counterfeit that he added an arrangement to.

"I told you to come when your strays disappear."

sharp intent to kill. Sharpened. That is not the norm. The man called Warren warped his face. Murder and brilliance of the eyes. Earlier, he was a man who was supposed to be rocking on his own, but when confronted, he can't catch a glimpse of anything like that.

"He ate his precious son, took his name, and also killed the fiancée he followed. As I said that day, I'm a good match for you to hate purely. Why are you lost? Why are we halfway there, halfway there? I'm telling you, this situation is lost itself!

Both who distance themselves from each other and ask between special occasions.

"I hate me. More than I hate you. '

Warren was the first one. Exactly HQ, the move was reminiscent of Ferrin that day. Beautiful, out-of-the-box, quick and sharp fat muscles are hard to even get at first sight.

If it's a first glance...

"Are there more sinful beings than parents who couldn't figure out their children?

Backhand must win. Warren's blade dances through the universe. It was William's sword that controlled the instant encounter. Sharp, fast, stronger sword than anything else. Even if the opponent is on top of the move, there is a great opening to strength in the first place. If it was a first glance, it would have been a battle, but its fat muscles are the same as those of Ferrin and Ray. Then there's no reason to lose.

'I don't have the credentials to hate anyone. Even if it's an enemy. "

He listened to his son's readiness and pushed his way of life, as Lewis, as the people of Lucitania. Warren thinks his narrow weight killed his son.

"Why did you show up here when you knew that? If you're looking for a place to die without any answers, you should have set up a battle at the previous point. Did you disgust Wolfe? Or for some other reason?

Lucitania was destroyed, and Warren was defeated by mercenaries. He should have leaned under Wolfe. A man who showed up to be quite active even in a battle with Garias. There's no reason to fire him, and I don't think that guy would let it go easily in the first place.

Something definitive happened. Something to end the relationship.

"My brother-in-law goes through. You can't say that out of my mouth. '

There is a reason why the road has been divided.

(Doesn't sound like you've got a crush on Wolfe's bastard. But I don't see any stray about being away. Something happened. Something is going on and this guy is here)

"You're not gonna kill me for pointing a blade at you?

'I can also lose my temper to slash when I see the side that I want to end. At my feet, I don't need anything but a life I wish to live. It is worthwhile that the glow has been lost, and its loss is the foundation. I don't like waste.'

Warren grinned thirsty when he was cut off for nothing. Face your son's feud like a father and kill him. Even such a whispering excuse crushed me, and I survived. Also, I stand outside the wheel.

"... where does my son sleep?

"It's a forest a little far from Arkas. It's small but there's also a grave. You'll find him soon enough. '

"You made it?

'Idiot. I'm not that free. "

William turned himself over and turned his back on Warren.

"I'll give you the words of the day again. Any means are good. Come and kill me whenever you're ready. I'll do everything I can to crush it and show it. If you kill me, I'll kill you. If you want to end it, do everything you can, Warren Lewis. '

Warren could only stare at his departing back. A broken blade sadly reflects the glow of the moon. What is reflected in that mirror is the appearance of a man who lost everything and even lost his place of death. Everywhere, the business you give birth to doesn't stop you.

If I'm facing my son properly - that's all I've been thinking about.

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In the morning, when I woke up, yesterday's booze was missing. And thoughts begin to spin. Scrutinize yesterday's memories and connect the pieces you have with you. It was a simple answer match. That man is Lucitanian, if you think about the nature of it, a simple tour - the answer comes out.

(I don't care about Wolfe and his relationship. The problem is one. That man changes his behavior, there can be no other reason for it than two. One is me, my son's enemy. The other is Ernst, the enemy of the country. no change in mood other than these two)

What will happen to Ernst, will Warren come here? If Warren sees Wolf differently, if Ernst gets involved there...

That would be one more thing.

(... you put together)

William snorted. On the face of it, Laurencia is becoming calm. But he did sniff out a spark there that dull.

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Warren was weeping in front of the grave.

There was a quiet space, two tombs secluded in the woods where there was no point in the others entering.

"Don't forgive my father for your readiness, for his words. I took charge of the crap gen, and I pushed it, don't forgive me. I was a really tough guy. I couldn't protect anything, I couldn't do anything, I lost my family, my friends, I lost them. There's nothing left"

I don't always have enough words. Brenda told me about the despair of my beloved wife. I didn't even think about it. Because I didn't tell her one thing about how much I loved her, how much I loved my family.

Everything is missing.

We don't have words that we can't understand if we talk to each other, or words that reach our friends. I thought you were my best friend. I even thought it fit without saying anything.

But...

"Why were you in front of Brenda and the Great Tree!? Why, you were holding him! You're the one who betrayed me first. You always take everything away from me. Wife, daughter, shit, it's all about you!

'No. She was there attracting her enemies. I only caught up if I was chasing enemies. There's nothing you can think of. Besides, she was the last one to say it. I truly loved you, Bridget. He wants me to tell him that!

"Who would believe a liar's words?

"... Blood"

"Besides, I heard you missed" William, "which is supposed to be a common vendetta. You took a sweet look at Ernst's information network in Geheim. Simpa was also planted inside Arcadia. Oh, now, it's cleaned up nicely. '

"Traitors, traitors, traitors! I was the only one you thought was your best friend! Now this is casual mercenary life? It sounds fun and above all, my best friend."

'To find you. And to follow Geheim. I didn't think you were giving it away.'

'Hmm, Geheim is a bunch of avengers. Some can't control their enthusiasm. It's Ernst's falling short of stopping the rampage, but that's all you have to do to get it liquidated after it's all over. It's a neck that we can't reach right now, but Ernst says we can pull it down. Then I'll use it even if it's a vendetta. I didn't do it when I had the chance. Not like you. I'll make sure we get it done!

"Why do you believe that man!? The man's eyes are full of lies. Why don't you realize it's just being used!?

'Which one of you is full of lies?

I didn't get one.

"Warren. Understand him. I lost my wife. What's your objection to taking that revenge? Lucitania will be back if we finish everything. Ernst promised me. That every possible support will be used as a help for reconstruction. So let us put an end to the malice that unites this world of war, the fake William '

'That's right. Then it's back to normal. Let's connect again. in our Lucitania.'

'Warren, Brad says this, but we believe you. Let's fight together. I can't do it alone, but if we're all Lucitanian swordsmen, we can win.'

Warren never forgets the eyes of a man who was looking at everything. I'm sure Lucitania is a special tool for him. Whatever the whispers, the country that gave birth to 'William'. If so, I'm sure, after using it and mocking it, I'll rebel and break everything.

Such malice was floating.

And I can't stop that myself. Nothing can be done with a blade like yours more than that man turned to his enemies beyond the fiercest sun he had ever met.

"Forgive my helpless father."

I - I couldn't do anything.