Tower of Karma

Several simultaneous shots. It was too big a cost for just one person. Dozens of warring samurai and tons of arrows. But they no longer thought it was over-prepared.

"... obsession, huh?"

Before death, people manage to find a way to live. That's only because of the mental stability, though. There is despair ahead now that I have been exposed to death more than once and scratched out. An arithmetic that is too much to break my heart. I also need mental strength to scratch my feet. Broken, crushed, rubbed down - normally I give up. Easy, you should want to get it over with. People go to the easy ones. That's the logic, of course.

Even if you're a warrior, that's the same thing. Well, he's a teenager.

"While enemies..."

"Don't talk ahead. He's just a son of a hater, a subject to be debated."

"... Ha"

It's unusual. A boy named Alfred who sticks perfectly to the back of a fallen horse's body and manages to survive. It is true that the Belcheron breed horse has a large body and may be ideal for shields. But that doesn't prevent all the arrows that arc.

Alfred's body already had many arrows poking at him. The arrow that hits the steeple is prevented by a slender, broken sword, otherwise compromised. That's how he's still alive. It's not weird when you die. In this situation, even though the situation you're stuffing doesn't change, you're still trying to survive. The obsession was enough to terrorize them.

Despite being one of my enemies, I had even begun to remember in awe.

"Expand while keeping your distance, erase blind spots and shoot them"

"... I understand!

Still, they're samurai and warriors, and now they're hired mercenaries. I'm not a child enough to do things differently, and the dark enthusiasm that dwells in my chest is not cheap enough to forget what I need to do.

A formation that slowly begins to unfold. Now stuffed. They don't even leave the possibility of striking a hand in resurrection, and they are ruthlessly thorough. Only do the job.

Am I going to die?

Alfred finally broke in the footsteps of death that I hear little by little. They can't go wrong. Unflushed by emotion. A one-handed phase that even amateurs can understand. There's no point in scratching. It's also an unveiling of something more deeply rooted, apart from my will, that I've scratched so far in the first place. I suppose that even silenced was completely packed, to say.

(What were you born for and what have you lived for? In this place, it's nothing, it doesn't accomplish one thing, it dies. A pointless life, a pointless existence. Woohoo, you have a spirit. Nicola once told me that if I said that, I would really be)

Alfred smiled remembering his childhood familiar face. When I was in the far north, I dated about a few times a year. Still one of the few friends over there who used to play with Elise. I regret a little that I couldn't return one after all the trouble.

I couldn't even tell Elise how I felt. I mock myself for not telling you. I don't want to bother you in vain because of yourself like this. I'm sure she should be with a well-dressed man like Palomides. I don't look good next to her beautiful.

One acquaintance's face comes to mind after another. Every time I felt like I could tighten my chest. Will Mira be safe or I sincerely hope she is safe? Claude may be worried. Always that guy leaned on me like a brother. So does Beatrice. Even Marianne did. The more I think about it, the more sorry I get.

Woohoo, there were so many people around me, treating me nicely even myself like this. He might have expected just a little. And yet now I'm about to give up. I'm trying to betray my thoughts.

(But there's nothing more I can do)

My heart should have broken already. Thoughts that should have been shattered.

"Alfred, come here"

This fantasy was false. There must have been no love.

'One day it will be time for you to make your choice too. There's a time for me, for him, for everyone.'

But my mother was laughing then. As if I'd seen it all through.

"Then I'll teach you how not to regret it."

I remember my mother hugging Alfred all the time, she looked thin, brittle, and seemed to have zero tears. But the words and gestures were filled with love.

'Follow your heart. You ignore the positions surrounding you, the relationships, the intentions, the rationale, everything, and there's only one thing, you listen to your heart and you live as you want to. Now I'm happy. I was able to meet that guy, Alfred. That's the trick to living. Good, that's all, don't forget. My precious treasure...'

After this, I fell asleep in my mother's chest. What was the last word? Something, I feel like it was a sad word. But isn't this part enough?

(I haven't even found what I want to do yet)

Mother's words. Gentle advice. At least I was loved by my mother.

(Woohoo, I knew I didn't want to die)

Success to the heart you were about to break, treat, excite. If I die like this, I don't have a face to match my dead mother. I don't live like I want to. My mother will surely grieve when she sees her dead son, not happy. Alfred's heart shouted that he didn't like it.

(For now, my heart says I want to live. Let's follow that. Let's fight it)

Grab the spear. The moment the enemy begins to unfold enters his sight, he jumps out and snatches his horse and flees as it is. Alfred mocks himself for what a hole-filled operation it is. But only these hands are left anymore. A wasted hand just letting the king go to another stuffing out of a stuffed situation, to put it in Strachez. Still, I dress up a little better than I give up and hang out like this.

He died trying to live. My mother might compliment me on this.

"Come, I am the son of Rutgard von Lewius. I'll laugh at you till the moment you die. My mother is strong. Me too, strong!

Alfred leaks words of determination. There was a flame in his eyes. The frontier of giving up, it might reopen. Still, he chose to die at the front. I chose to die laughing.

That is why the flame is beautiful, beyond a thousand miles, beyond a thousand miles, transmitted.

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William was squeezing his bow, spitting blood. Seeing his broken son's face was no longer the limit. Only one body left of a woman I love. My own cry that I love unconditionally. I couldn't split it because I had those days.

Laurent von Taylor was the last one left to say.

"Better not insult Rutgard von Taylor. Her obsession will surely reach you one day. Like a curse, huh? When you find out its name, it will be when she triumphs over you."

Woohoo, I did lose to her. I also learned the name. clichés, but it does still cling to my heart like a curse.

She is a curse. What's different from the other girlfriend is that she left another curse. As a form, so that I may remain there even though I am dead.

William, let's go. I'm sure she'll even be happy with this grid. With a bitter smile of sorrow, I still can't help but be happy to see my heart suffer from the shards I left behind. Because that's what she wanted, and she died for it.

"Are you going to shoot me!?

"I'll shut that one down even to the north. You may send it to your son-in-law to the royal family of another country."

'That's an excuse! I, the king, will not do that!

"Don't forgive me for being stupid and weak. Let this arrow remain my wound for the rest of my life"

"Don't be ridiculous!

I hear the roar of the bodies. It would be natural. If we are to admit the exception, why should we be outraged that we could not be the king's exception, that we did not make it as an exception? Therefore the king should not make an exception. But sometimes with kings, people make exceptions.

That's a hundred kings. Now William is about to become just a king.

I couldn't stand the sacrifice of just one man.

"... I..."

The moment he shot that arrow, William felt Alfred's atmosphere change. William has seen the flame. The flames that remain after Laurent's death, before Carl's death, and before Rutgard's death. Red, pale, deep green, flaming.

Alfred is golden.

"That flame won't go away. Heavenly destiny isn't even showing signs of shaking again!

Horseback riding crosses the side of William, who was blinded by the flames as if it were a wind. A man who lives in a vibrant, sober glow. A strange light that is old and still fades.

"Gahaha, I saw the king sway. Really rare, let it be a midway souvenir!

One knight rushes through.

"'Why is he here?

Claudia destroyed William's farce. This is the stage of her script. I'm an actor without a role who can't even move on this occasion. But he can't be here in the first place. I'm not even an actor, a man who can't find me looking for him.

William also thought of him as a leading presence for Alfred. But there was no way or time to look. No one knows where he is and he doesn't even know what his purpose is. No, he doesn't have a purpose in the first place. That's why I took it off the candidate. I had to take it off.

"... Ku, ku, you Alfred guy. You have it. Mine, his, thoughts, even exceed assumptions!

William bowed down. I didn't have to put tea in it myself. Because the vessel called Alfred drew a hand in death and regeneration with its own gravity.