Tower of Karma

It was not until Jan's treatment was decided that Strakles made contact with the Garias army, led by Salomon, who gained momentum after the King's capital. If this battle had been fought earlier, the direction of treatment might have changed as well.

The brainchild of an ever-winning king, the army of Salomon. Galerius, the royal family of young Boltose, Daltanian, Eurydice and Aquitania, also lines up. Only the generals who understood Salomon's measures and were made to carry them out were gathered here.

"To this point..."

Kimon to be extinct. I'm stunned that Arcadia was attacking me so far. This has never been reached in Ostberg's founding history. A novel Garias stepped into the soil that didn't even let Aquitania tread.

I'm not disqualified, General.

Strakles scratches his head sorry.

"My lord. The enemy, it seems that there are five times as many of us. What will you do?

"... It's increasingly difficult to make my people question me"

Salomon was obtaining Berger's death as soon as possible by the 'Snake'. If there is no longer a man with a collar on the monster who says Strakless, he becomes an army that lacks balance. You can win, Salomon thought.

This march is a thing to win.

"Is that Strakless?"

"Are you not even willing to lay a proper formation? What the hell kind of general is that?

"Can you call me when the arrows are within reach?

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The young men of Boltos, Galerius, Eurydice and Daltanian, who have fought east over Aquitania for most of the actual battle. Galerius and Boltos in particular, the Daltanians, have almost been driven out into the fight against the Barbarians.

Therefore, Strakless sees it for the first time.

"Well, I don't have to show you. Nearly five times the difference in strength, the king's brains, Lord Salomon. Let us act as pawns. If you do your best, there's no such thing as losing."

Galerius is right in his view. Ultimately, it is a stark view.

But...

"I'm sorry. My fellow citizens of Ostberg."

There's a man leading the way.

"Don't let me question you. Soldiers dull. Do not show weakness. Soldiers clamor. I don't know, it's Berger. How about a general like this?

I laughed greatly. That's it, all heaven trembles. A tremendous pressure strikes the Garias army.

"I'm Strakles, the general! Follow me! Let's go!

In a word, the world, 50,000 to 10,000 air, changes.

"... I understand your irrationality. Still wins. I will kill you with my whole spirit."

Salomon knows. Everyone knows a little more than the last generation. Even the younger generation has heard it in their stories. Still, there is something wrong with it. There is a mixture of those who have actually seen it and those who have only spoken to it, and those who have seen it, and those who have not.

And now Strakles...

"They're coming!

Genuine, utterly indispensable Grand General. It is their role to give victory. The history of the Confederate Cotton and the ensuing Grand General. Behind its glorious glory, the last great general growls.

Last but not least.

Both Jan and William were monsters who had no choice but to avoid battles if they were in the category of saying war. Because he knows its main purpose, the man who says Salomon tries to break it out of the front with his own pride. It is only by defeating the Great General on his own, with wisdom, that our English Highway is defeated.

The difference in consciousness appears in the results.

"Be more sticky when you lose, have fun."

All measures distort Salomon's face as he sees the newest, fine-tuned novice for Strakless getting lightly torn. Young novels paid as if they were dust on that road. All of them are super-class beings, even at this stage the whole thing is missing one head.

Meaningless before the Great General, though.

The most war-specific monster in the three giant stars. This man is the strongest if it is a war on the flat ground, although even individual force can sufficiently cross each other. Sniff out the opponent's measures and poke at the steeple. It would be a kind of terror experience, as it should have conjured up the front desk but would have responded immediately.

Whether you're new or old, it doesn't matter. At the time I took the option of waging war with Strakles, the battle was never over.

"... Ku, that's right"

To beat this man, you must not fight this man.

The more you move, the more strakless you find distortion. Baldias squeezes aside from Strakles and moves for the first time as he dares to force an offense for his back. Later, the only solution to Strakless. Other than that, do you win individually or on a battlefield other than him?

"... this is the giant star,"

"... can't win for life"

I feel a far bigger wall than I did when I saw Jan, and they follow the battlefield.

As a defeated soldier, they pushed this far and were plunged into total defeat over an overwhelming power gap. There is no excuse. One thing, without complaining, this man was the strongest.

King of the battlefield, 'black gold' strakless.

"Yang crossed with this, huh?"

Know again. The height of the vertex.

"How do I..."

Blood wet, I learned that a man sprinkling blood wind with madness wouldn't reach it his way. It is a little further for him to meet the girl who is his Lord.

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Laro heard about Jan's treatment in his own room.

The smile remains the same. It's the same, it's sticking. But the fist, it was gripped full of strength, it was seeping blood. The picture of the future that I was seeing is going to be sumptuous. A breeze of hunch, fades.

"Laro, Nedeluxe is applying for peace. You'll take it upstairs, but I can't help it now."

"... well. Well, I can't help it."

"I can't help it, there won't be a man better suited for it than you."

That's what Pino said and left Laro's room.

Laro sees his hand alone.

I thought I'd grab everything. But the flow is changing. There is no way for a samurai to live in the world. The madness of destroying the battlefield, he hadn't brought it anywhere. I destroy the world in my own business, so much heat is held back by reason.

"I don't know why. If that's your choice, I'll accept it. I'll never see you again, my friend. Fate did not exchange. That's just it."

Contains wine in the mouth. Until yesterday, that sweet tannin is transformed into something that is now tasteless and thin, the liquid that emitted the scent.

I didn't come tomorrow I wanted. Still coming tomorrow. I have to live tomorrow.

As a general, as a samurai, the time has come for Laro to also think about a new tomorrow.

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A year went by when Jan was sent north and nothing happened and a year of peace passed. No matter how provocative 'White Bear' comes, nothing resonates with the vain Jan, a bitter stagnation for them that doesn't even have the big deal to set them up from themselves. "White Bear" hosts a banquet on the border every day of provocation.

But Jan didn't leave the mansion in the first place, just days listening to reports of angry men.

Latorchia has its hands around first.

It is easy to seal off the 'white bear', which is feared and cold-treated by the upper echelons because of the heroes of small countries.

"... taste, don't"

Black tea you should have liked. Now, it doesn't taste like anything.

As those days loosened, and the void continued...

"Oh boy, no, sir"

A guest showed up from Arkas. Deacon of the Zeke family, an old gentleman who was. Now he left the mansion to look after his brother and sister, who would be drilled in Osvalt.

"Hey, it's been a while, Grandpa."

Seeing Jan's empty grin, the old gentleman smiles pitifully.

"I have a report for my husband today, and I'm here"

"How ticklish of you, sir. I don't think you're going to report it to me right now."

"No, I wonder if it would make sense for Jan to report it now"

Jan was slightly interested in the old gentleman's smile.

"It was when I went to my imported bookstore to buy books as usual. One boy from the back took the book out of the shelf. It was to the extent that I thought it was a rare hair color at that time, but my husband there liked to talk and told me a lot about it. He jumped in asking me to hire him because the boy whose house burned would do anything, and he was letting me help him around, and he was growing by the time he realized he could help the store."

The boy whose house burned. Jan's vain wavers at the words. The light...

"I saw the product during the help and was proud to say I had learned it myself. She also said that the wife teaches arithmetic, and that she swallows them quickly and will let them stand in the store in a few moments. His name is..."

Jan drinks saliva.

"Al, he says. The color of the hair was gray, but over the years, based on the circumstances, it seems to fit the child your husband said he would."

"Alive, were you? No, no, no, no, no, no, Rosalie didn't say she confirmed the body. I thought the house was burnt, dead as a matter of course... but if so, why did the Count miss that girl? I don't even think that servant will miss it. And gray hair."

Even though the light shines in Jan's eyes, it looks incredible. I was wrong with pale expectations. Then I'll taste the loss again, I'll take that pain. I can't stand that pain.

"I don't know about the change in appearance, but let's guess why Count Vlad couldn't find it. Be calm and think about it and see. Shall the child of the house burned slave, rude, liberated slave set the imported bookstore at his place of work? It is the usual way to hit it from the working mouth so far. Moreover, most of them work inside and their current residence resides in the house of the Normans. If you've been helping out with the bookstore lately."

"... that you can't even find that servant, can you?

It would be tremendous luck. The boy who says Al doesn't know that servant. Then you shouldn't have chosen a bookstore to escape. Then why didn't Jan turn his head that far? One convincing fills thirsty minds with light. In the chest, the void disappears.

"It would be difficult without so much luck to find one human being outside of your imagination. Because Arkas is huge. If your concern doesn't seem clear, please confirm it in confidence… I will guide you."

"No, you can't bother me to where I am. Most of it won't be cold yet, and there's not much I can do for him right now. By the way, Mr. and Mrs. Import Bookstore... who are you? Good guy? Or is he a tough guy?

Jan holds back the greed she wants to go see and asks the old gentleman.

"It's tough on the job and there's no compromise. I'm attracted to that attitude, too, because I'm making a scene over there. I just thought you were a good person as a private person. I was not blessed with a child, and came to where I had given up, because my child, who kept wanting it, had that color in his proud talking eyes. Nature and laughter spilled over me during the public discourse, too."

"... well. I can believe it if you stand up."

Jan exhales in relief. Inside I want to fly out of the North right now and go see him. I want to meet, talk, apologize, and live with you in the North if you're allowed to. Desire swirls through my chest. But now I'm the same person who blames me. If a couple of imported bookstores had a question mark, they would have popped up right away, but if there was nothing wrong with where they were, they'd be better off than they are now.

"Grandpa, sometimes is good. Occasionally, as often as you don't think it's weird, would you show your face to that store? And if it's not a hassle, why don't you, uh, send it to me in the book to see how it goes? In the circumstances I invited, I caused you trouble. I know you don't have an in-laws to ask for this... but if you can, I don't mind."

"If that's what your husband wants."

Jan's face clears. How much joy and sorrow a man with a vain look has shown during this meagre amount of time.

"Let's explore his information with the owner until we know for sure."

"I'm sorry. Thank you, Grandpa."

No certainty has yet been obtained. Hair color changes, and there are still only questions about where it is. Still, even from the information available at present, it seems that he is the same person.

Just believe that, and the world is gorgeous.

I couldn't hold on to that dream any longer.