Tower of Karma

The days since then have become something special for me.

I twitch that I don't get the seal every day, and when I do, I read it first, no matter what I put down. All that is written is that there is no other love, the content is only within the sight of the customer, and because of the regularity, we are able to dig some digging with the store manager handout, but it still does not change that there is no other love.

Even reading such content warms my heart.

"Back cover snag, huh? Fine shopkeeper. I don't see any customers like that. Well, good if you're not angry. If you're angry, that's a reduction. No, I was surprised because I thought he was going to be mad, and he's actually a very tough guy... I think I should go to Arkas for a minute."

"You sucko docko! Don't you have a word for reflection on Temeye, Aan!?

"... Shut up Gustav. Go away. All right. Still, don't you think it's childish and cute to hide it because you think you're gonna be mad? Your chest looks good."

"No, not at all"

"... yes"

Gustav didn't understand me, but I couldn't get a glimpse of the 'face' in the content without other love and it was lovely. Now that I think about it, it was only one side, and it wasn't enough to see him in person to understand the real him. I didn't know.

No, I didn't try to know. Because I didn't want to know.

"Awesome, Gustav! Look, give me this book!

"I saw it. It's a normal book. So, what is it? I'll take care of my men."

"That kid translated it! It was originally a Nederx book. Too tough, but polite and well translated. He's the one, isn't he? I can't read or write. I don't even know arithmetic. That's what she's got in two and six years! Genius, really, wonderful!

"... you're seriously a genius. The Nedeluxe lettering is definitely that old-fashioned guy, isn't it? I don't even want to read it. So, you keep the store books and stuff, right?

"Yes! The Abacus seems to be handy, too. It's amazing, really amazing!

"Not too awesome?

"... Huh?

Yes, I should have wondered at this time. Learning speed that I think is' amazing 'even by my standards. We should have tried to speculate on its roots.' Cause if you think about it, you know what I mean. After that tragedy, I don't know what he's working for.

Still, I didn't want to know.

I can't believe that kid is more broken than he is.

"What's up? Stand still in the snowstorm."

"He said he was dead. Now it's time, in the fire... with the couple. Don't you think it's awful? I'm good. You deserve what you see. And yet why are you always around, not me!? Why would God prepare me for the most hurtful destiny!

"... is it spring over there? It's a relaxing season. Well, we don't have a choice."

"I don't have a choice, what is it!?

"Everyone dies one day. Whether that's important to Temee or not, that's the way I found out about the world. Whether it's a war, an illness, an accident, someone's still dead. Break it up, Jan. You and I have done that on the battlefield, haven't we? I can't believe it's just Temeer. It's too good."

Gustav is right. Still, I couldn't part. [M]

Because she was everything to me. [M]

"Sir...... please don't. Such outrages..."

"It's a mess, Grandpa. The lump I once left behind, because he stayed, because I didn't feel like holding him with the hand that killed the crappy man, I missed it, but that's over too"

"And let's do it!?

"I can't forgive myself. Is it a reward for me to kill you in person in a way that pays off? Then you can't do that. Well, we'll figure it out, I guess."

Let us judge our former sins and die ourselves.

Fall into the darkness that you thought you couldn't find on your own.

It's been a long time since Arkas had any emotions. I have already cooled down most of my grandfather's guidelines and was able to come back relatively easily. And then we head into the dark with those legs. Communicate the information collected and the handouts of Grandpa and Ya, and the various threads, and get there.

"... do you understand where this is?

"Well. You're the boss? I'd like to request an assassination."

"So getting involved... we were licked too"

He was a strong opponent. Especially since I hunted him down, the digits of strength bounced up after I took my unique 'setup'. Besides, for the first time at this time, I noticed something strange about myself.

The shiny spot I used to see. Because that was when I was already starting to blur.

"Good, White Dragon. He's an ex-genius of the Zeke family, not the man who hunted down that Strakless. I don't know if you deserve it without a wage."

"... give me that? Is this the man? I don't believe it. Preventing that violence with a sword of this magnitude, etc... is impossible. Not so cheap 'black gold'"

And I was frustrated, and I gave up my way, and I thought I was telling you that my martial arts weren't cheap.

"... eh"

'Do, Guest. What do you want from the darkness, looking like a dead man?

A voice that echoes from the bottom of the earth. Communication of intent mediated by something else, not air. It was naturally my first experience, too, when I said to the underlying horror, "You're not dead. It's just meant to be dead," I felt like they were poking at me.

"Request an assassination. I want to smash everything that matters to that man into despair in the way that that man hurts the most. I have money. Not yet, my boy."

"Who's that guy?

"Vlad von Bernbach. Timing and method are instructed here. Just lend it to people. I hope you select the right people to achieve your goals."

"Why don't you do it yourself?

"You can't let me save you."

"It's Distorted"

This was the first and last time I encountered that voice. All the rest was contacted through the Dark One. I don't think I want to see you again. That is not a good existence for the living to meet.

What did he think? I'd like to hear it once, though it stays that way.

That's how I crossed into the darkness and looked at the opportunity.

"Carl, the Ten? Invincible, eh, you're brilliant. It's a strange story to be sent here, even though you're brilliant."

"He wants me to see you. Bardias' grandfather wants the ex-genius to identify him, doesn't he? Give me the real price. I'm not expecting you to bother telling me."

"I'm not interested. Oh, you want some tea?

"I don't need it. Posture, cat. Too much back. Sounds like a sword, huh?

"What am I going to do now that I hold the sword? Probably already, too late. Sense is something that disappears when it's gone."

"... well"

That assassin, after a battle with exotic samurai than to say, found himself withered. It's still faint, but it's also a matter of time. I'm not even willing to stick around, and it doesn't matter to me. All you have to do is wait, give me a desk. After that, he dies slowly.

Damn it, eight hits. Know his vices, don't do it to stop it. I was just trying to do that for myself, at random.

"Overview of the operation for the Shrvestel offense, or? It's big."

A hundred captains burning in ambition in front of them. The way he feels a little sophisticated for thinking about it. I don't hate it. What's this about going to win one of a kind? I wouldn't be liked by a proud samurai, not a profitable one, but I still felt the prospect.

A little bit like me. [M] I dared not ask on top of that. Turn off the supply line, how do you carry out that sentence? If it's the rumored Karl Ten and their manipulation, I'm sure Gustav is right about that talent.

But that's all. The measures are good, but one major element is missing. Again, I didn't point this out. It is a small battlefield. Then the man's violence is leaking from the calculations. Whoever assembled it would have let it in, but it's definitely not enough.

(Well, what happens. Well, it doesn't matter to me now. It's a party hosted by Bardias' grandfather, that guy who hates waste, so, maybe, he's also doing his dissertation. That man shows his face there. Seeking a connection with the martial arts officer. It's a little weak, but it's good here.)

How to fill this loophole. Baldias, Bernhardt, Kaspar and others are killing him if he can defeat him in this degree of way. Heroes have a reason to be heroes. If they think they will bury it to this extent, they will suffer defeat.

It didn't matter to me at the time.

Sir, I have a report for you.

He returned to Arkas in secret and heard the results of the assassination. Reports of royal attendance, contained in a sealed letter from Bardias' grandfather to me, who was supposed to be in the north. I thought maybe. He broke the White Bear and dropped a country.

The main offense is an Inhuman who says William Lewis. He and his friends, its special provisions made it possible for the royal family to put out. That way, the wound gets deeper.

But that didn't matter. Really, the bottom of my heart.

The important thing is...

"Lucitania... to Arcadia... why... Garias would be better if he was good... I wouldn't choose this place... it had to be Arcadia?... No, on the contrary, the need to be Lucitania... and gray hair, mask"

That I have reached a certain possibility. I want to believe, but I don't want to believe.

Because it showed that everything was on the plan. I jumped into the bookstore also to gain knowledge, that I was looking sick and weak, that I didn't make many friends, and that I killed a great-great-gracious couple, all to take their place, so a means to become someone else.

And I don't even have to think about why.

There is nothing but vengeance. I stopped this case to avenge it with my own hands. That's what I thought at the time. I was wrong about my shallowness when I couldn't see through it. Because I decided that I was the only one and I couldn't imagine that he, who was loved more than me, was savoring more pain, more pain, more despair.

I really don't like myself. I loved you, and I was too oblivious to people's hearts.

After a little while, Grandpa and Ya looked around a lot. The report was as I imagined.

"The atmosphere has changed dramatically... but it's definitely Master Al"

"... yeah, right"

Glad. But sad.

"Frandelen, no, is that Browstat? Looks like they raised martial arts again. Wonderful."

"Oh, I guess he's an excellent martial artist. I don't know how I polished it, but I hear the sword is also quite usable. It really hurts me that I didn't see one of them."

"It's in my fault, my husband's eye."

"Please don't. It's all my fault for choosing."

A new era to see in mountain warfare. I saw a lot of brilliance in combining the information I gathered and inferring the battlefield. Gilberto, Carl and Angelm have Gregor, and the enemy have interesting talent, but it's still two stars that catch my eye.

I'm roared by the wolf trick. Quick, strong, thoughtful. A fast attack that doesn't give your opponent a choice would empty a lot of measures. I know how to sell myself, and he's a talent that grows even though he doesn't like it, a beautiful star I haven't seen in a long time. And the other thing that overtook it, it was shocking. There are still ten captains, people in that position, including the enemy, who took control of the battlefield.

Incredible way to do it. Ask yourself whether you have taken or come up with this measure even during the full season. The answer is, I don't know. Because I've never been in this position.

I guess this was all I had. I didn't have enough strength, I also have a glimpse of bitterness. But isn't it possible that the way you take it from there to victory will convey your obsession with victory to me, who hasn't seen it firsthand? I felt a new era. Similar to when you found out about Laro, you know the boundaries, but therefore more shocks.

"Why doesn't Master Baldias appoint you as captain of a hundred? Though it seems like enough martial arts. It looked like it was missing from the amateur."

"... I wonder if you learned it from a nurturing mistake against me. Well, that's a joke, if you're going 'up there' in his shoes, you really need to root it out. If you treat it special, you'll miss the opportunity to learn it. I don't think you're going to spoil it."

"... I see"

"It'll be a matter of time, though. The breadth of field of view is out of the picture. He'll notice, and it's not that far away from the crowd that thinks it's worth investing in his brilliance. No, some houses would already be in motion under the water. Especially for civilian fields without handouts to the military, it can also be described as a delicious property. It's easy to take to a win-win relationship."

Well, that's when I imagined a house. A house destined to be too harsh for anything, however much, but that fits no further as a condition. It really is ironic to say fate because it was actually a big win. The world is full of tragedies and comedy.

After I heard it and laughed with my stomach in my arms, I wondered if I could somehow punish the God who created the world.

And the hour passed, and he gained his back shield, and became captain of a hundred men, a knight.

"Mr. Gustav. I'll fly you to Laconia."

"Hey, how dare you..."

"He's coming. I must be identified. [M] With a division leader, you'd really need to go through there, wouldn't you? Because that's what I call an army. I want to see it in person. Really."

"... if you think the others are flying, that's why."

"Our Lord Admiral wants that, too."

"... then I'll be damned. One piece of advice, stop wanting. The battlefield is a cruel place. Your brother died in Browstat, too, Frandelen. Osvalt's expectant star also fell lightly. Half way through."

"Sure. I'll see to it with my eyes. If it doesn't reach the apex, if you decide it's unlikely, kill it or crush it. It's for him, too."

"It's good if you don't understand. But have you come to the apex?"

"If you can't get to it, there's no point in getting to it, is there?

"Have ears, you idiot."

Whatever I've been saying, the man I've been sticking with left me light. He really understands me better than I do. I guess I'm still sweet. [M] That's all you have to cut.

"It's been ten years, huh? Eleven years? You know, when you get older, the calculations..."

I had myself waiting for a reunion. No, well, it's totally first-person for him. When I calm down, I mock myself that I was floating around as I sucked. Since then, chest hissing. Now or now, wait for the door to open.

It was probably the longest half day of my life.

The door opens. I won't forget it now. I looked at that kid who showed up from where he was, and whoo-hoo, no doubt, saw mine that day - I thought so. Even though I don't deserve to think about it, I did.

"Hey, you guys are the rumored pair. Sounds brilliant. I hope so."

Reunion over about a decade. Of course, I'm the only one floating, and he deserves me. Cold eyes. But in the back, I saw the same light as her. I guess that's why it's a distortion. It was an atmosphere of the strong, but also terribly delicate and brittle that seemed to break with a few things.

Changed, but not changed.

He won't know how I feel. [M] I don't even need to know. I couldn't protect her because I didn't deserve to say anything to him.

Her precious treasure is here. That's all, good.