Tower of Karma

When Jan woke up, there was a grumpy Gustav figure there.

(... a terrible face)

I meant to speak up, but I'm not answering.

(... well, I...)

Memories come back. I thought I beat Strakless. At that moment, the shadow that broke in. Shadows laugh. It's not going to be your day. An intruder I didn't imagine, I don't care what anyone thinks, I don't think I'll make it at that time.

We were slaughtered together, and I thought we were dead.

Remaining on the back, feeling pulled. Without that one, he would have died.

Whoever thinks so is stunned by thoughts and can't think about anything.

"Jan!?

Gustav comes running over to see if he noticed.

"... sutafu"

"You, I knew you'd live... good. Really, good."

When he saw Gustav crying, Jan was driven by tickling thoughts. At the same time, I think. I'm sorry I lost, he said. The blame for losing, to put it on the spot, picked up Berger. This one survived. I can tell you that Jan won.

"... now, what do you think?"

Jan asks in a voice that seems to disappear. What floats behind your brain is the appearance of a fiercely chased giant star. The thought that had been put on it moves. It can't be a decent battlefield if the battlefield where you are gone, a real strakless coming from it. I was not prepared for the blade of return.

Because I was definitely going to win.

(Because of me, my pride created this situation)

Laconia can't help being pulled out. Worst of all, Oldengard, it doesn't even come out to recall the position of the Admiral. Placement and the speed at which the information is transmitted can even outweigh the worst.

"Don't worry. Strakles is stranded in Laconia. It sounds like a hell of a fierce fight, but it's holding up. It's not Dada. It's a strange story about the three of us standing there in the first place."

(Three? No way... hehe, I don't trust you. But thanks to that, right, woohoo, good. Sushi, nemo. If you're relieved, feel comfortable, pull out -)

"Hey, Jan! Damn, I don't know what else to do. But the mountains seem to have crossed."

Gustav relieves himself when he sees Jan's sleeping face. Never an optimistic situation, but somehow I thought it was okay. It's not over yet. At least Jan can get up again. You have to get up.

"Jan woke up?

Herbert gives his face when he hears his voice in the hospital room. He also suffered considerable hand injuries, but had already healed almost completely. Trying to go to Laconia as reinforcements also tells his men, Villibrand, "We are strict from our Lord!" to this day held back.

"... sleeping nicely."

"Don't say that. If you live, some of it floats."

"Is there some floating water? Well, not for a while. I don't know what" up there "looks like to Berger, but it's the civilians, right? It's as futile as you'd expect."

"Still, sooner or later the day will come when it will be needed"

"It's a long story."

That said Herbert returns his heel.

"Tell them when you wake up. Keep the sword polished. I'll take care of it when I use it."

Gustav grins bitterly at Herbert's appearance as he slowly walks away from the spot. Whatever. I'm sure he'll figure it out, that's what he 'et al' thought at this time.

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The next time she woke up, Jan was looking at the ceiling she was used to seeing. No proper allowance, no body movement. Perhaps he was just not remembering to eat, rehydrate, and wake up at the essentials. Otherwise I can't explain this state.

"... Arkas, huh"

Wake your body up a little and look around the room. The scenery is no different than usual. The usual room was there.

"Well, what is it? You won't be able to move for a while, or at least you'd have dropped a lot of credit from the civilian people. It's going to be a long way ahead. Really, surprisingly, I'm weak."

The usual scenery. The usual...

"... hey, wait"

Jan stood up, ignoring her moving, hard body. Stand in front of the bookshelf, eating up your teeth. Pretty trap I was planting at a whim before I left. If Grandpa Ya noticed, he would make it a little easier and leave it at that.

The usual bookshelves. Jan was out of line with just one set of books.

If it's Grandpa Yaya, I'll leave it there even if I notice it. It would be to the extent of turning it into a little story tone later. The problem is, if you fix it without realizing it. If it was the only case where a grandfather or other person in his family let him break in, move the line, and the grandfather put it back together...

"What about the painting?

Just one painting. Side by side, painted plainly. So it would be good, my own sweetness, gap and weakness, which I had planted to curb the desire I wanted to see every day.

Again, no.

To say that there is no such thing. And the airiness of the mansion, whether you're awake or not, that's subtly stuck. It's the same as always, but not always.

"Lying, right?

Jan scratches her hair .

Jan doesn't understand why this happened. I don't understand why, but I can easily imagine what happened. I don't have that painting in the space where my father replaced me in my usual room, trying to find out what my sister found out. That's what I mean by that.

Jan rushes out. Woohoo, why didn't you notice?

"Master Yang?

He stood in front of the door, the face of a grandfather he trusted more than his father. Look at the colors floating around him and see why he stands like this. alert, the discomfort felt in the mansion was that. A cage against my awakened self, to keep me from escaping.

"Explain it, Grandpa."

"It's... for me"

"Damn, is Father involved too? No, of course not. There's no way my father isn't involved in this whole mansion more than that."

My family keeps coming together. Even my normally capable weather sister, that face.

"Jan, you are cautious. Keep her company till it's almost cold."

"Father, please explain. Why is someone else in my room? Why is my personal belongings missing from my room? I'm awake, I'm on my mind. Answer me."

"I'm told you're bewildered by the inferior colored incense! Shame on you, shame on you! Zeke's face is dirty. When I heard that I had discussed Berger, it delighted me. You fool."

"... oh really, you tell me everything"

Jan looks up to heaven. And I looked at my father colder than anyone else.

"Don't move. Sick and handless, you can't do anything."

A father who lays down his sword. Grandpa trying to stop it. My sister is screaming and closing her eyes.

"Really, you're an idiot"

Jan stuffed the distance unconstructively. My father waves the sword without hesitation. Honest, easy to understand, woohoo, really easy to understand sword muscle. You can't win this.

I can't stop myself with something like this.

"You can't beat me. Even if heaven and earth repeat themselves."

A vertical, single-letter blade that can be avoided simply by gently reassembling the legs and being made of a half body. Avoid, grab a sword gripping hand, just twist it gently, be easily powerless, and put more effort into it -

"What, ahhh!?

Drop the sword. Picking up the sword, Jan severed his father's beard.

"Get out of my way. Next, my neck."

Too lightly reversed power relationships. My father, he collapses. Destroy Pride, everything he has as a parent, and Jan won't even look at his father.

"You guys stay out of my way, too."

I'll kill you, those eyes tell everyone.

I have no fever. No shards. The eyes that look at them were inorganic, not even a drop of emotion. Ignoring his hip-crushed father, Jan walks out alone.

If the imagination that is now floating has become a reality, it is not enough to destroy everything. The fever keeps falling out. A void rings in the back of my chest. Hiuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, ringing.

Gustav and Herbert came to visit after Jan was gone for a while.

Seeing the disturbing situation, he listened to Jan's sister, who began to talk crying, and with his grandfather and supplements, they also grasped the situation again. In particular, Gustav's complexion, which I know somewhat about the contents, turned blue to see. In that shitty way, Herbert also sweats cold at the unpleasant feeling.

Something was about to happen. Something was about to end.

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Jan travels through the city of Arkas with heavy feet and heavy swords.

Desperate to tell you to walk, too late to tell you to run. The people of Arkas were staring at Jan with a slight eye. Thin, luxurious, and likely to fall in, a young man walks with a murder weapon blindfolded. heterogeneity that avoids everyone coming near, getting involved.

"Alrett, it's okay. That man should have been adamant. It's my favorite. Life is not strange if it's saved. You don't have to see me. If you even lived, so..."

Jan was moving forward with only the power of her will, spilling her hopes.

Deliver your wish, thoughts, deliver.

I don't want to be high. It's just that if she's alive, then...

That's all I need. That's all I can do to get up again.

But if that were lost, this genius would never be able to stand up again. That's all I burned my passion for. That's all I've decided to live for.

Don't take it from me, I just hope so. That's all, I hope.