Tower of Karma

Alfred was alone, infiltrating the enemy's home base. So I know the enemy formation from the inside as I wind away. You know, only vain is in the chest.

"There are fewer than I thought. The formation is more fragmented than I thought, and the lining is full of holes. Were the limits ever coming? No, it wasn't a decent organization from the beginning."

There will be no tomorrow for them, the tiger of the tent, the doomed. Tomorrow, I don't even want it.

"I see that, why are you here!?

Even if it was an enemy land, I couldn't help but scream. There won't be time for them, who have the best to fight Estado where they screamed, to leave only one foreign object to get the proud death of the war they want to lodge there. They are not a country. It's not even a herd.

"I stick my foot in something I don't understand and get into the mud. If you go back to your original residence, you'll live happily ever after. Stupid chick."

However, there are those who are conspicuous. In every world.

"Are you... from that time"

A small war in two settlements. The conductor who caused it.

"Did you remember? Well, it's Dawn End. To a habit that is not very talented, only pride was served a dozen years ago. It's a business to take what you do away from people. Then the world will be left behind."

"If you know..."

"Still, this is all we have. I can't grab the top with my sword. That's going to be on the battlefield, and anyone who sees the glowing Yingjie like a beautiful star can see. We're halfway there. Still, this was all I had. Only a sword, take it away, knows how to live otherwise"

"You can start the field. You can do business. What, there's something in the Pacific world!

"Where is the land? Where do you learn know-how? Whatever you do, a good old man starts something new, probably a lot tougher than you think. You've learned a lot, haven't you? Ease of taking it away. Humans are helpless creatures. It gets flushed by the easier ones. He who knows the easy way to get there."

The man pulled out his sword. Point that sword at Alfred, even though you know you can't win.

"Humans, more"

"You're a scumbag. Neither the bottom nor the beautifully decorated nobles have changed the contents. Where you were born, in your position, what changes? What difference does it make between us and the nobles? Though it's just different ways to take it, and everyone will live to take something! Limited land, limited wealth, it's people who take it away from each other! You can't even see that from the top, Alfred von Arcadia!

The words stood heavily against Alfred's chest. All this time, I was no longer doing it. The more I knew about the world, the stronger and clearer it was. Yes, he's right about everything. People can't help but take it away. Because living is taking away.

No matter how clean and white you are, it doesn't change there. I can't change.

Because the world doesn't have enough resources to be filled with everything.

"The times your father made took the place to live from us! We don't have the power to take it back. But I don't know any other way to live, and I'm not willing to change it. So we're talking about destroying him flashly! Don't you think it's humble, Prince?

The man's sword was certainly something that made him feel skilled. A first-rate mercenary, you can't help but say so. But the bottom was sadly visible. Limitations, head-on...

"Here, there is iron. Even technology..."

"I was born here. I can also be somewhat eye-catching. I used to make the best things in the world when I was a kid. Me, too, when I'm young, I'm a warrior, and one day I'll scratch iron here. I was also thinking about that. But there's nothing special about this land anymore! Arcadia, Garias, El Touré, spread technology around the world. In less than a decade, the world is accelerating to the point where the Iron Nation becomes just a nation"

The man kept waving his sword as he warped his face. Alfred keeps flirting with it.

"I killed all the craftsmen here earlier. Because that's all they had, too. Because he asked me to finish. That's why I killed him! Technological innovation, diffusion spread good quality and inexpensive iron to the world, while artisans of old temperament in a corner of the world are uprooted in pride and everything, losing everything and dying! For the sake of the world, there's no choice! It's worse if they take it away. Don't you?"

Dawn End. The kingdom of fiction reveals its identity with its collapse. They are not usurpers. He's the one who was robbed. It was a group of those who lost sight of the way, denied their way of life.

"Come on, it's your turn next, chick! You're here to take it, aren't you? From us. To take the last damn life I had left. Fine, I'll give it to you! Make me look like I'm done with us! If that man's, William Lewis's son!

The man who ended the era. Alfred didn't know the harm. I didn't try to know. If we extended our legs from Arkas a bit, there would have been as many small tragedies, even within the same Arcadia. I didn't see it because I didn't try to.

So I found out. I was wondering. I can't forgive myself.

"What's your name?

"Aloyzius Roche. A warrior."

Introduce yourself in a self-derisive way. A warrior deprived of fighting. There would be no room for sympathy for what he did. There's no reason to say it's good to take it away because it's taken away from you. There must have been countless choices. They just didn't have the 'power' to pick it up.

"I remember."

A flash. Alfred's abode turned down Aloyzius' belly in one letter. It hasn't even reached an amputation, but fatalities will not be spared. Alfred does that, knowing it's weakness, at least keeping people in shape. And knowing that it's going to be a long time.

"... you remember all the ones you've slashed so far?

"Yes, to this day I have slaughtered one hundred and sixty-two. Sixty-four of them, including you, were able to hear their names. I won't forget that name. I have to carve it, because I have to."

"... Ha, a monster to make. Nice, I'm glad it's you. Look, this country, it's not bad, is it? It's a mess. It's like a maze. Ferramtella, my name is good, so the name of this country, if you can, remember, hey, ku..."

"Yeah, I won't forget. You and this country. That, and all at the end"

Things that spoke so eloquently turned into things that became bodies and talked about nothing. Innovation is not always salvation. For those who have lived with old things, innovation sometimes gives a more brutal end than a sword.

"Aloidius' head!... Well, you passed away. We're on our way."

A few people hear noise and gather together. A face I've seen somewhere. These are the warriors who were gathered in a settlement they will never forget.

"My name is Alfred von Arcadia."

The man who so named took off his mask.

"Name it, warriors. The son of the man who ended you is here!

Alfred named them to be their "salvation." A true name.

Everyone speaks their names out. Hear them all, memorize them, and...

Killed them all.