Tower of Karma

The fierce battles, the death fights, the lighter every word sounded, the more spectacular the battles that rolled up in this land were. Both eaten many times, bounced many times and scratched more each time. The depletion of the three generals, who thoroughly fought the weak in particular, was tremendous, hurting all three of them more than anyone else, yet they continued to fight. And now, it's all over.

"My lord. Your Majesty has received your royal life. Return to the south as soon as possible to engage the Allied Aquitanian forces, Galias led by Salomon, and destroy them."

"You want me to leave the people who killed Berger alone?

"Ha."

Strakles looks up to heaven and sees them again. One by one, even smaller, I see the things that bind the three together and eat them down.

"Kimon, I don't think so, but if you don't think you have talent, burn those in your eyes. That's another shape."

"... Yes"

This is all I fought for. Now, Respect prevails over anger.

"We're leaving. Wow!

"Understood!"

Run-down enemies that are likely to collapse if pressed. Almost, a few days have passed since I thought so. Retreating here is not a loss, but it is not a win. But more than just defeat, it became a bitter thing for the Ostberg side.

"Are we done?"

"... Phew"

"You're just tired. What do you say, Rolf, you ready?

"No, it's like it's not violent enough."

Rolf denies the word of the Lord with a rough nose. And with his head in his arms, Caspar laughed.

"... that's a bloody thing over there, how about you? Holst."

"Me too, I just wanted to say... I really want to rest for a while"

"Well, I'll take care of Laconia for now."

"... ho, ho"

"Until the rebuilding of the Second Army is complete. Forgive me, Holst."

"If it's your life."

I managed to get through the dead line, in such a relaxed air...

"Master Baldias, we have an emergency report from home country."

"Mm, what happened?

After the war, I was relieved that my shoulder loads had dropped.

"About the Jan Legion Commander..."

"Oh, my God."

Baldias' complexion changes. A man who was not frightened even in front of Strakless changes his complexion just when he hears the reward. Bernhardt and Kaspar also had another bad feeling about that. I don't even have to ask. That immobility is so disruptive.

This is a ferocity report. It's just...

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Jan, who had been asked to attend the Lordship Society, appeared vain.

Filled with heroic qualities, let's change beyond what anyone can think of as a man who aspired to the future. Who will believe when he says now that he has driven Strakles and defeated Berger?

As large numbers watched, some nobles became sympathetic when they saw just one man staring at the ground. When things do not work, they overlap with each other. What do you do with whipping the dead any more? The prestigious Zeke family, its signs wore out without any more.

Let's hit it with our hands here.

That's why we had today's meeting.

Regardless, there are still many civilians who are not convinced. In particular, there were many who spit on the house, the worthless famous house and Kirinko, who had originally expressed their support.

"The sin of privatizing the army and putting up a battle for my ambition is heavy. But there is also merit in discussing Berger, a deputy general who spent many years with the giant Strakles. That doesn't make it possible to offset it, but he is also so fiercely reflecting, still young, and has a future. Therefore, I have been considering demotion for some time only with caution, but sometimes I would like to see the future of human resource difficulties."

Left minister who presides over the progression of the Lordship. It is his job to sum up the voices of the nobles, mainly the civilians, and to land them well.

"Does anyone else exist?

They didn't think anyone would raise their hands.

"Hand loose"

Jan's ex-fiancé, the owner of the house, raised his hand.

"I hear that the man there entered the lower bitch slave woman and was interested in the army for that. Ambition as a martial artist would still be understandable, but such a story would be unprecedented"

"It's a rumor of an alley that you really need to take..."

"So what did you fight for?

The man was drowning his daughter. She was a proud daughter who was more beautiful, more pathetic and more pleasant than anyone else. That put up a rettel called the woman who lost her slave, etc., and died in disillusionment. At least that's what the man looked like. And that is unforgivable in every sense.

"Who did you fight for?

The man's eyes ask. If you had at least a daughter of your own...

Jan asks herself. For what, there's only one floating around. I don't have to think about it. But there's no reason to say that on this occasion. No one gains. Even if Jan punched the truth, it wouldn't resonate with anyone's heart. The world is strong, much more than I think, and people are weak.

Still...

"For the woman you call the lower bitch."

You can't throw up pre-construction here. To say that we will be welcoming into the world here is tantamount to abandoning the tomorrow that we saw with her, the future that might have been with her.

You chose a slave woman over my daughter.

"Yes, I needed strength to live with her. So we needed to get the army excited, take Strakles' neck, and increase our influence in this country. To change the rules."

The place starts to make noise.

"What, you're kidding me?"

Jan, let's go. I'm not kidding about one thing. Seriously, because I no longer even needed to fix it, because I lost everything to protect, including my own life, so I thought I'd smash it all. This is the howl of a powerless loser, so to speak, a loser.

"Jan, please. Don't say anything to me anymore."

The cry of my father does not resonate with my son.

"Rules, I stood up to change the identity system. That's what I've been thinking for a long time. The sons of nobility are nobles, the sons of citizens are citizens, and the sons of slaves are slaves. Woohoo, how inefficient, I thought. It should not be irreversible to your identity. There will be a need for a division of roles in shaping society. But what it takes is the ability to play a role. Wrong, but not bloodline!

Power in Jan's eyes gathers the remaining cusp and burns his soul.

"Deny the nobility itself," he said?

This is the House of Lords. Those who were somewhat sympathetic also turn a great deal of hostility towards him.

"No, nobility, you would need the ability to say administrator. It is also logical for a family line with know-how to take on the role. If you're going to call it lineage, let's be convinced. But wrong if you think this blood, just liquid, means something!

Jan bites his finger and drips blood.

"Blood doesn't decide people. I have no complaints if the know-how and family abilities that the lineage has cultivated, and their overall abilities, are extruded. Now, rarely do we blow them away, and assume a higher aptitude, the ability, the appearance of someone with the qualities to play a role. What do you guys think? Do you really think it's fair, the current situation, where those two don't have a mechanism to be replaced?

"That would be an impossible assumption! There can't be a better man in Ichii than a nobleman."

"Is Strakles from nobility?!? Welkingetrics doesn't even know where he came from! I lost to Strakless. The process doesn't matter. Jan von Zeekt, born a nobleman, lost to those who were not nobles. Whoo, whoever beat that monster wasn't in this country."

"Shame on you for your defeat!

"What a shameless face!

The curses of the nobles fly. Zeke's lord no longer has power. Both Gustav and Herbert look to heaven that it's all over. I have no allies on this occasion. Neither does Jan.

"If you say you can defeat it with blood, defeat it now and show it to me! If we were to say we were special, it would make sense to show that! What is nobility and what is superior if it cannot be done!

Rip the curse, Jan's roar bursts.

"I couldn't do it. So here I am. I am a loser. Never again will you have enough heat to stand up to them. I couldn't do it, I wasn't superior. Now it's your turn. Show me, proof of nobility!

No one answers. I can't answer that.

"... most of those here are civilians. It would be the work of the martial arts officers"

"Different fields, huh? That's what you always do. So how do you show that superiority? Can we beat Nederks or Gallias in politics, in diplomacy, in the economy? The status quo of being driven through by the rising Garias, with all the distances open as they are. Where's the power in that? I'm just sitting around. Just eat up the legacy that my ancestors left behind, called the Seven Kingdoms. Unwinnable military men, unwinnable merchants, unwinnable nobles, unwinnable-"

"Stop it, Jan!

Gustav's, screaming voice flies.

"King."

Silence dominated the scene. This is Arcadia's Kingdom. There's no point in not being here. I've said that this is a public place, even a private space.

"If know-how isn't working, that's the only harm we know of, such as administrators. To say you can't win is to say you're wrong. If you want to deny that, you can win. There are as many enemies as there are. Bunwu, I don't care either way. I don't want you to say this is a different field."

Quiet, Jan finishes saying. The position I am in now has been mixed with wood. Extreme punishment will not be spared. Still, it was scuffy. I've always wanted to tell you. Why are you incompetent on top and that's the norm? Such irrationality made this country weak by injustice.

That's why I thought you didn't have someone to compete with.

"You know what you put on the word, don't you?

"Of course. Because I seem like a genius. I've never thought of that myself."

Jan gives a thank-you with a full smile.

Spreading is silence, a situation that I can no longer even care about flying an anger. Do not touch, such air spreads. I am not tired of denigrating the state, I have denigrated the king.

You won't be able to take it back.

One thing, it didn't resonate with the vast majority of this place. I guess her thoughts, her tragedy, are only a dish of alcohol, just a comedy, in their eyes. So it doesn't sound. That's why it doesn't arrive.

Jan sighed.

Because the world that looked so beautiful and glorious sank in gray again. I will never go back to those days again. I'm not willing to live for this world. I'm not willing to fight.

The hero Jan von Zeekt died today.