Tower of Karma

The Bernbach mansion was reached with full creativity and blue breath.

Standing at the gate there, Jan skewed his face when he saw the seemingly normal guard.

(... where did you pick these guys up from? Haha, really, really -)

Nature's standing, one core with a glimpse behind it. You can see that you are treading quite a few places. I can smell it being quite an arm. And I could only think of one reason why the Bernbach Mansion, which usually doesn't place these people, is doing this now.

"This is a non-official entry."

"Oh, it's nothing good. That kind of thing."

Jan is not going to go along with the clown.

"You guys aren't 'straight' anyway, are you?

I'm not a warrior or a knight. Then they are the Dark One. The unseen who cannot prove their existence, beneath slaves in this country. It's supposed to be a weapon to them. I've done a lot of work with invisibility. I left nothing behind and kept taking it away.

But rights are supposed to protect people.

"You can use this as an opportunity to wash your feet. Anything you can do."

When they take anything backwards, when they take it away, they cannot show any resistance.

"What, ha!?

"Ya, Jan von -"

Heavy body, drawn sword. Loose weight movement. They had no idea why, in this state, such a sharp slaughter could be released, a dark thing. All I knew was the result of one arm dancing into the universe and one leg being severed.

"Out of the way"

Nor are they accustomed to being taken away. The people who are even used to it will probably not be kept to the degree of gripping demons that nest in this house.

"Alrett. It's okay. It's okay, if it's not okay, woohoo, what am I going to do?

Jan, let's go. They were guarding the gate. If a civilian prepares them without a connection to the army, he can't pull them off unless he does something quite impossible. Either you make a considerable imposition, or you have connections in the dark, or you're not taking it for granted.

If that level of vigilance was to protect her, unlike my assumptions, let's forgive her.

But if it was to protect the Count, you must tell him. The size of the one you took. the strength of the man who decided to defend it.

Let's show it in destruction.

Let the beast swallow. Madness transmits the whole body and is driven by the urge to destroy everything.

Let the beast swallow. I'll break them all.

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In a dim corner of the room, eight sisters were shouldering each other.

"No, Wilhelmina. You can't go out now."

"Why, sister?"

They kept the little ones surrounded by their sisters, the generations above them, and kept them out. The inner malice swelled, and now it's out of control. At least only the little ones are weak to protect. They have continued to protect. And now even the amateur girlfriends know the harm has come from the outside.

"Break it already. A house like this, those guys."

The girl, the second daughter, wept, holding her sister. Why should such a sweet elder sister be hurt? Why did such a kind servant have to die? Why do we have to spend our days frightened by our parents' madness?

"No, no, no, no."

"Don't cry, Victoria. Please, don't irritate me."

"... Mother's health has deteriorated since the birth of this child"

"Stop it!

"But!?

It could be the cause of the parents' insanity. They couldn't stop looking at their youngest sister like that and seeing dark feelings come to mind. Apart from the real cause, if it just seems so, the truth will be screwed. Only one side that one can always find from one's point of view.

No one can blame them or anything. Malice sprouts in everyone's mind. Because everyone wants to live happily, healthily and peacefully.

When it's destroyed, people make evil. Build a business, large or small. And later you realize it. That malice is irrevocable.

"... Victoria"

The young Wilhelmina crushed with a puffiness. My favorite sister, my favorite servant, all, all, this kid hurt me because of it. He's gone.

That wrong perception - leaving indelible wounds for those who have perception. Her wounds distort little Victoria only a little more than that.

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"Excuse me."

Jan kicks the door and enters the room. Vlad and Helga were there, as well as Tellegia, whose skin was damaged in many unseen places, other than her face, and even tears withered.

The beast of malice turns quietly to the intruder.

"That's really rude. Now you're saying you're noble... you're saying you're no different than a martial arts officer, etc. Damn, it's hard."

"If you're just chatting on your desk, even Mrs. Ichii can do it. I thought it might be harder for you civil servants to do your job at a well side meeting."

"Are you fooling me?"

"Welcome."

Vlad sees Helga all the time. Helga snorts confidently. Vlad doesn't break his spare grin when he sees it. Helga stepped on that if it was him now, he could win. Then where is the need to be cowardly? You don't have to go badly.

Zeke is rattling right now, because his value in the social world is plummeting.

"One, ask. Where is she?

"Her? Who are you talking about?

"... there must have been a servant who said Alretto"

"Well, I haven't grasped the name of the servant at all. Helga, servant of that name, now, what happened?

Helga had a superb grin.

"I had a rough phase, so I spared some time."

Answer the question. Seeing the look, seeing the joyful look, Jan understood everything.

"Right or right. That's what I mean, Lord Yang. We do not currently have such servants"

Let's see Vlad again. Let's see the funny Jan, the Jan who didn't make it, and laugh.

"Kisa, Mara"

Jan popped up with a fierce outburst. All enthusiasm is converted into killing intentions. I approached Vlad with a beastly roar, trying to slit his throat...

"I'm sorry."

All I could see was Vlad. No, he was also in sight about Helga, a servant, but he was taking it off that he didn't deserve vigilance. Unlike the guys out there, this woman, she was completely erasing the signs of martial arts. If you were a regular Jan, you might still have figured it out.

"What, damn it"

Still, even if his eyes were dazzled by anger, Jan was a genius. He was forced to reassemble his legs, invert them, twist the momentum of the progression with temper and reason, and convert them in a different direction.

But...

"One, grab it."

Gripping demons can pick meat just at their fingertips. And that part is a large, unhealed wound sustained from Strakless. When I look, Jan's clothes stain with blood. A grasp of meat was the starting point, and the wounds were starting to spread.

"Was it you, then, the assassin? It was a detour, no way, on the inside."

"Count. Do you mind if I kill a martial officer who broke into another house?

"Oh, it would be self-defense. Anyway, the Zeke family doesn't like it from all the civilians right now. While I had a fiancée in Kaolin, I was depressed by the slaves of other houses, and said that woohoo, the defeat of the consequences, some houses where I trusted you and left my children, it all turned out to be the opposite."

"... I see. That's the scenario I put together while I was asleep, the civilians."

"It's just a fact. You put mud on trust."

"The people who screwed it on their own look great. If you lose by betting all your money on the gladiator, give it back. Really, you're scumbags. If you don't want to lose money, you should bet. I don't care what you say to a civilian who can only parasitize others."

"Let's also remember our current words. Let me report back to the House of Lords. Stupid, short martial arts officer, as a final word. Finish it, Helga."

Helga ringing her fingers. I saw Jan dripping blood and distorted my eyes looking at the delicious looking prey.

"What part do you want me to cut a thousand?

"I'm not willing to give you any part of it. Groove rats."

"... of losers -"

Helga sets up a melee with a full grin. Full-bodied creativity, with open wounds. With all these bad conditions, I'm not in a position to win no matter how good I am.

With victory in my hand, Helga held his hand...

"Forget it. It doesn't matter."

Blood tide erupting. Jan's eyes were also madly stained again. He's so shaken up. I checked and matched the answers. So Jan says it doesn't matter anymore.

"Die you all"

I get zero crimson.

Jan releases a kick in an unscrupulous position that accelerates the blood tide. When Helga looks to surprise, a perfect kick enters the elbow, the connecting part of the arm, in the middle of the arm that has already been stretched out grabbing the meat. My arms jumped and at the same time my bones came off completely.

Look at the crooked arms and the grin disappears from Helga.

"All of it, break it."

Jan waved her sword as she moaned. I grabbed Helga's hair and felt like killing her.

"Hih."

Fear to be taken away. The snatching side flips in an instant.

A handy beast who does not fear injury or pain and tries to take the opponent while accelerating it more.

"Die."

The sword runs. Cut into the shoulder mouth, this angle, this fat muscle, deadly.

"Yes, no, I'm beside Master Vlad"

That's the end of the line. If you keep swinging it down, if you keep cutting it all off, that's it. Malice dies, and if you offset it with the other, that's it. It's all over, it's all over, it's all over...

"My precious treasure"

Bad taste, malicious accessories spilled from Helga's chest, whether it's kicked momentum or cut momentum. Jan forcibly stops the blade from looking at it and trying to cut everything off as it were.

Without understanding why it stopped, Helga sprayed her blood as her survival instincts went, but took a distance. Force the wound to hold it down and stop the blood loss.

"… you are everywhere"

I was going to shake it off with anger. But I know that the beautiful eyes that I have fallen in love with have taken away my eyes in such a way that anger gushes forth endlessly and burns me down.

I stopped my hand because that threatened to hurt 'her'.

With the next hand, I will definitely kill you without hurting you.

"I thought you could die here. But there's only one thing left for me."

Jan was going to die here. Kill them and die yourself. But I remember. Look into her eyes and see what she was fighting for. I remembered the way to defend it. There may be no way to hold him with vengeful hands, but as far as watching and nurturing from afar is concerned.

As much as keeping her wishes, I might be able to do it myself right now.

"I'll protect you, Alrett. And you guys still die."

Jan's roar. The pain, the limits, was thrown away here and everything was put on the blade.

"Helga, what are you doing!?

"Wow, I'm, I'm, I'm strong, I'm strong, I'm strong"

To tell you the truth, we can't even confront each other.

Jan now compares to that time. The moment I reached for Strakless and took Berger out.

Well, then...

"I..."

"Stupid bastard!

No one can beat you. In one-on-one, narrowed vision, no one can beat you.

But it is a foolishness that amounts to abandoning Jan's strength, the breadth of his field of view.

"Don't be ridiculous, Jan. You know what's going on right now!?

Furious friends. The thought of Jan's position, which emerged from behind, shattered Jan's thoughts.

"Gustav!? Herbert!? Why, let go, let go!

"But even at a delicate time, Temeer will know as much about the nobility, the Count, and the civilians! Come on, even Master Baldias won't be able to protect you any more! Chill your head, you idiot!

"I don't care about that! I..."

"Doesn't matter, does it? Damn, really, you are, aren't you? As rumored, you are."

Gustav's power is holding Jan back.

"We'll take this guy. Let's say strictly from us that we stay away from Bernbach. So I'll take it as a handbeat. What I don't want to be given back is the same thing? You'll find out they're trying to sell you some injuries."

Herbert, for a moment, turns his gaze to the terresia that is shrinking in the corner.

The only thing Vlad had to do was push and shut up. That's the most effective attack for Vlad right now. As they try to consolidate the ground, if they crash its value, that's what will lose the floating future.

"Gustav, don't remove the restraint. Jan, don't let me down any more. If you're still gonna do it, Gustav and I are gonna do it. Kill me. But if you want to grab something, do it. I can't help but want to kill you, too. For what, those guys, they told you they trusted you with a dream and scattered it... that it was all for a woman? Not the country, just for one? It's not what the Admiral looks like."

Herbert sees, in tears, the man he should have ordained Lord.

"I'm glad you've changed. I saw the future for you. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. There will be no salvation until I give you my sword. shackles and transport this fool in captivity"

Herbert scratched his hair when he saw Jan pulling back to jump Gustav's full strength. The sky, which I was willing to reach in a little while, is far away.

The feeling that I saw that day, the certainty that I felt that day, the cabinet on the sand, disappeared.

Malice did not disappear, only nothingness remained there.