Tower of Karma

Jan was at the extreme of boredom. The spear of a man who repented and cared for himself in front of him was indeed fiercely strong. But it was too rough. It's too rough, the noise is hard to hear, so I just poked it and collapsed. It's wrong to fight with flaws.

No way, it's not in Jan's mind, like he's really fighting without realizing it.

"No, that's stupid. That Jean, with a spear, lost."

The Nederks always have a hard face to believe. Am I right in saying I don't want to believe you? Either way, I'm not in Jan's sight. Because it doesn't matter.

"Defeat our nation's Eurydice with a bow, and next up, overtake the genius that the spear Nederks is proud of,"

The Garias momentum, which has brought a lot of novelty, is also the result of a cliché. Lost in bows, spears, swords. No one could break that genius. The bow, in particular, is shocking. King Gaius suggested this kind of play because he was absolutely certain he could win.

The result is this. The originator Gaius is frozen with a smile on his face. It's winter now, even though I had such a smile when I suggested comparing the arms of a young man.

"Can't Kimon even lose,"

"Sorry, sir!

One of Ostberg's youngsters, Kimon, was also defeated by Jan with his sword. Besides, Kimon just suffered a big defeat on the battlefield the other day. Repentance seeps in.

Berger, the general's right-hand man, strokes his head, but it doesn't seem to do much good.

(That's shocking. Neither Strakles nor El Sid have come, but what would have happened if they had come. Eating and hanging, provoking and eating, whatever it was, would not have been a good result. It's creepy that the hero king stays nicotine, but now)

The hero king doesn't care about me and doesn't seem very interested in whether he thinks he won't be the enemy. Well, Arcadia and St. Lawrence, if they say it's not that important geographically, that's it.

But neighbor Ostberg can't stay that long.

Already a situation where you remain much beaten by your Yang opponent. I've been kept a long way from Laconia. It is this zama, within its main focus on the great power Garias.

The situation is that Nedeluxe is also pushed back to near the Roulya River and, as it is, we have no choice but to trap ourselves in Franderen across the crying river. Yes, Arcadia is in excellent shape now, thanks to him. No, their generation, huh?

"Huh, Kimon, I scraped them so they could win, Jan?"

"No, even without it, I was winning?

"Oh, come on, don't do this. It was before all the towns and cities watched."

"Let me tell you something! I'm Osvalt!

"Throw it away once, Herbert. You always say Osvalt's a shackle to you, don't you?

Generation centered on Jan. Gustav took advantage of Herbert, the eldest son of Osvalt, the descendant of Kensei, and his giant body to devour the big man and raise his name. These three were the driving forces behind Arcadia today.

Young stars, as long as they are envious from other countries.

(Woohoo, bored, huh)

Oh, and one extension. For a man who adorns victory as a matter of course, there was no longer only a distinction between friends or otherwise when it comes to the same generation. Gustav is a friend. Herbert is also a friend for once. Kimon, too, is a good friend because he sees you on the battlefield. Others do not fall within the scope of interest.

"Was my spear that boring?

Jan smiles bitterly when she looks into the man's eyes and sees the fever that dwells behind him.

"What do you think? Normal, I guess."

How can they burn their hearts when they suck, but they can't even do something as simple as this? Behind a man's eyes, the flames shake. It was burning up so hard before I fought, but now I'm searching for a small way to confuse it.

I think it looks pathetic. I'm sure he's not chosen.

"But I think you're strong enough."

Because of the importance of body structure, I say so, but I find that the more serious the person is, the less the temperature difference, the colder things that reside in the back of his eyes are faint, which means that he is not interested in the heart.

"I, for what, until today, Anatole, I..."

Jan's interest could already be lost. Rather than that, I was only interested in the last generation from the beginning. If you enjoy life, you should hang out with them.

(But their entire season is precisely ten more years, and if it deteriorates, maybe it will be exceeded before my peak arrives. Just because you're unprepared to try is just suicide, and it's the most boring. It doesn't burn much, does it, honestly? How much more fun it was to find the keys)

If you want to do your best, just wait until you can win and win. That's the difference in age that can be made. Jan didn't have so much heat on the battlefield that she wanted to be forced to win without doing it. Wait and you can win. There is no need to break down the equation that I understand.

Hence the extreme of boredom and fatigue.

It's boring.

A genius who combined everything did not only hold passion together.

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As soon as I got back from the King's Council...

A nobleman-sponsored dinner party. My father, the Lord, forced me to join him, and Jan, who hated attending, was drunk with a liquor he didn't like very much, already sitting in a chair with no motivation at all. I hate this pre-built space. The spectacular aristocrats.

Where are they dressed as good people? All dumb without a leak. While I say civilian, I don't put my energy into practice, I'm just a fool who calls it a nocturnal relationship and delays playing. My father says that's what counts for the nobility, but Jan thinks it won't be necessary for the nobility itself. Some workers alone are turning the country around.

I don't need this half noble. No, two-thirds, more, or...

"Jan, be unfaithful again. Shall we dance together?

Jan turns a blind eye to childhood. The beauty that everyone envies, the beauty of a beautiful social world with the beauty of competing for one or two even in Arcadia. It is about Bernbach's eldest sister that we are able to counter in this setting. The others were so different that they didn't have the mood to line up.

Such a beautiful girlfriend is childhood friendly, fiancée. Everyone says what a happy man. So much so that when I first met Gustav and others, I applied for a duel with that. Well, the results are clear.

"No."

The place squeaks. Everyone was peeling their eyes that there couldn't be anyone who refused her invitation.

"It's always all that. Sometimes you don't even listen to me?

It's just something she's used to too. Push things like this all the way to the beginning. She knew best that she wouldn't move if she didn't push. Because he's a man who can't even push and move.

"annoying stuff"

"Clearer, open your eyes"

"This was born. Unfortunately, my eyes won't open. Unfortunately."

"No more!

Yang's father, an angry Zeke lord, approached him in the shape of a ghost.

"Which of you prefers to dance with your father-in-law?

"... okay, you just have to dance. You just have to dance."

That's what they say and start dancing like nobles.

It was unmotivating, but when I started doing it, I showed just how skilled and genius I was and overwhelmed my surroundings. Her beauty goes hand in hand, and in an instant she takes the lead role in this scene.

"Jan can do it."

"I know. That's why it's not jammed."

"Well, what an arrogant man"

Boring time. Time to know. Boring time.

Jan hopes it will be over soon. Even books are more fun to read. I haven't even enjoyed the book these days, but anyway, it's boring, boring, and I'm dying.

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After the dance, Jan jumped outside in anticipation of the gaps surrounded by your sons. From the liquor-inspired space, he touched the limp air outside, characteristic of the night, exhaling.

"... disgusting"

I wasn't drunk. I was intoxicated by the air. A world lined with disgusting smiles and bouncing clouds surrounded by vanity. My fiancée's girlfriend, she doesn't hate it. Rather, you would like it as a person. I used to play in the garden a lot, and I remember practicing dancing with her at first. Well, it soon made a difference in practice.

"Wow! It's our time! Where, Yarn! Hey, Osvalt's praising you, more joy, you idiot!

"You idiot, don't drink too much because you're not strong. I'm telling you, okay!

"No Herbert, no Gustav."

"Ooh. No, he's the only one who's violent."

"Both fights succeed and lose!

"Fuck, it's not a fight.

"Yarn! Where -!

Jan firmly swore to her heart that she would never return.

"Wow, what is it, the world is really, really hard to live. I wonder if he'll die suddenly."

I wish I had died of boredom, but Jan mocks herself for thinking about it.

I can't help but think of myself as a defect. I don't have as much heat as they do, I don't have any ambition, and for Zeke's fame, I fight on the battlefield because I don't have anything I want to do in particular, and it all turns in the right direction as a result. But it's boring. Nothing interesting.

Once, the treasure hunt I was doing at home, my heart hasn't moved properly since.

I'm bored.

I'm too bored to imitate cats. She would make a chunk of cuteness, but unfortunately she is Jan von Zeekt. Not cute at all.

If I was thinking such absurdity, I could hear voices nearby.

"Fine, fine, fine. A lady would be fine."

"Higu, higu, but if you're nervous and can't dance well, your father will be mad at you"

"I'll be angry with you then, so I'm fine."

"Really?

"Really. We get angry together, and when it's over, we'll call you Gyu."

Jan looked sideways at the woman holding the girl.

Woohoo, what a boring farce, I thought.

"Ha ha, I'll make you a mess!

"Yeah, you're looking forward to it, Master Wilhelmina"

"Yeah! Um, but if it works, can't you just goo?

"I'll be more giddy then!

"Yay! It's Alrett. - Isuzuki!

You're back on your feet. Maiden waving at the girl returning to the venue with a full grin. Same brunette as Jan, what makes her different from herself is that she is brilliant enough to reflect the moonlight.

"You're wonderful and loyal to your duties. Exactly what the servant said."

I don't usually care, and I don't get tangled up like this. I'm bored, bored, dying, and I sincerely dislike this world, so, I was just somewhat irritated. It would be a farce. Noble ladies and servants, no matter how gentle words may be spoken, there is always pre construction and intention there.

"... sorry if I'm disturbed"

"The caregiver for that kid?

"Not just that one. We take care of your sons and daughters."

"Wow, I'm trusted. Wilhelmina, Wilhelmina, oh, is today the debut child? It's Bernbach's house of fools trying to sell women for heights."

"It must also be aristocratic"

"Poor kids. I don't have the power to fight for myself, for the house and for the person. Sacrifice. And that Count Vlad. I don't know these days, but you have a reputation for being particularly bad with femininity. You, too, right?

"Yes, it is."

A woman who affirms too lightly. When I looked into those eyes, Jan was pressurized for a moment. Because on the battlefield, at the King's Council, the same thing Gustav and Herbert had flames spilling out of her eyes. No, a flame so intense, Jan has never seen it from a woman.

From a woman to a man.

"I do not have the right to speak out like a nobleman. But will you stop pitying those kids? This social world is a battlefield for those kids. I do arches late every day, I dance, I master my manipulations, I accumulate the power to win. Build up the power to say attractive for a better tomorrow. I felt like I was told it was light. That is an insult. I'm making fun of those kids' efforts."

Would a woman have ever been under so much pressure?

"This is the battlefield for those kids. I'm burning my life to grab happiness. That's why I'm going to be crushed by nervousness. That's because I'm trying."

Why are her words so strong, her eyes?

"I felt all too rude to be ridiculed for that as someone watching the effort up close and taking care of those kids. No, it's me who's rude, isn't it? My mouth is past. Sorry, sir."

The woman bows her head deeply in regret. It is also a pattern of hesitation to exchange words with nobles and slaves, if they are meant to be. Yet she hit herself straight. Such an experience has never been in Jan's life before.

"Yes, no, I had too much mouth. I'm the bad one. Never mind."

Barometric pressure. I didn't forgive you, I made you forgive me. I have such a ridiculous idea.

"Thank you for forgiving me for past disrespect"

A woman who gives a pinch of a skirt.

"Now, if you'll excuse me."

Leaving Jan's shock behind. The woman showed Jan her back without hesitation. I'm going to leave lightly, and I'm going to look at my back, and I'm going to...

"Hey, give me a minute"

"Something?

It was Jan who called it off when she left, but she had no idea why she called it off herself. Look for words for now, but nothing comes up surprisingly. I don't know why I was pressurized in the first place.

"Kid, are you fighting, too?

I think there was a lot more I wanted to hear about why I heard this.

Still, she looked a little surprised.

"Yes, because this is all I have, no learning, no power."

I smiled so beautifully. Behind your eyes, in a strong light, straight. Say 'this'. The hand points to itself. The act of selling the body is not seen with very good eyes in the public. Jan felt the same way. Until this moment, until I met her.

"For what?

"I have something to protect."

What a strong readiness. Calories I don't have. Overwhelmed, just, overwhelmed.

Dark hair gleams in the moonlight and lingers at night. What a powerful thing to leave on your back.

"Oh, hey, name. I forgot to ask."

Jan wore a pair of buttcakes. Thoughts get more messed up than ever before, and I can't think about anything. The air that was limping until just now is hot and I can't help it now.

Jan didn't know the name of the emotion.

A little while later I came looking for Jan. What Gustav saw was the appearance of his best friend, who stood in sight.

And the eyes, which I don't usually know if they're closed or open, were so wide open that I've never even seen Gustav for a long time. So much for Gustav to look up to.

This is the day zero genius broke.

And the day the real genius that might change the world was born, is.