Tower of Karma

take, one step, two steps - where I say one more step, the enemy in front of me,

"Yes surrender"

I threw my sword far away.

Neither does the servant Alfred assume this situation, and he can't decide where to go with the sword he put in the lower section. Garm grinned at him and sat down in a chair with his desk pinched, loosely looking from Alfred as he was.

"You idiot, they say you're serious, right? Same as some lion, too linear. You know what I mean when I think about it. He said if we met properly, we wouldn't have seconds."

"... I was wondering if strength differences would be covered by qi"

"No, 'cause I'm not so motivated. If the motive for the lie is to break down the wall, the world won't have a hard time. Besides, I'm an ordinary person. Somewhat clever, though."

An obvious garm. After Alfred was taken aback by that attitude, anger gushes out of his previous experience. If you're prepared to do this...

"Don't get me wrong. My role is over before this battle. It is ultimately legitimate to turn your anger. But, hey, give me a minute. I wanted to talk to you, with our son, the man who beat the captain, who broke his dream. Then do as you please. Cook and cook."

The role is over. What is the point of collecting roles, rough people, etc.? Perspectives I hadn't even thought about. The kings of the mad had decided very naturally that they were crazy. But if that makes sense...

"Fine. Even if you were waiting for reinforcements, you just had to slash them before you got close"

"Right? I'm not picking up a sword. That's a relief, huh?

Alfred sits face-to-face with Garm. I will not fail to be vigilant. The moment signs appear near the entrance and exit, he jumps over the desk and snaps his neck. I don't know what to do while sitting there so I can take that move at any time.

"Don't feel that way. Do you mind? So the question is, what did you think of Dawn End?

"... a gathering of opposition parties rooting around this area"

"Hiu, I won't tell you. So you're here to crush it."

"Yeah, objectively, no reason not to remove it"

"I see. Then it's evil. So, what about us, no, the ones you've been killing?

The assembly that says Dawn End is evil. But Alfred mumbles when asked if an individual is. If it is the organization that the individual was able to lean on, then naturally the individual is also evil if the organization is evil. That will happen in Likutz. Because it's pointing in the wrong direction.

Worldly speaking, evil. That's for sure. That's what I think - words don't come out. My mind denies that I would cut it off.

"Can't you answer that? Hmm, well, that would be good, too. As a result of being lost, you are here to finish. That's the rating point. And vice versa. Is there anything you'd like to ask me? I'll answer anything, okay?

I don't know what Garm is thinking, I don't know that. I don't even know if we should keep talking like this. Why are we sitting in a chair discussing it in the middle of such an enemy land in the first place? There are so many things I don't know - there were so many things I wanted to ask.

"What's the role? I said I wasn't motivated by this fight. Those who are here desire more or less to end up on this battlefield. Naturally, this big one is supposed to be the real deal"

"Suddenly there's no play with the real deal. Listen to me half the time."

Garm looks up to heaven once and sees thin dirty ceilings even though he can't possibly see the sky or anything else.

"A warrior is a job to fight. Even my arms have never had trouble supporting food in the world, and I've been tempted from around quite a bit. Others, well, have lived like that. With one sword, one spear, all those people who have been running through their lives. Before those guys, one day they are told that their value suddenly crashed. You don't need a sword, so grab a shovel. I don't need a spear. Well, we have to live, so we've done that. Some of them manage to fold it up and it's working. Some guys didn't make it."

Garm gazed at Alfred with a bitter smile.

"Young guys may not know, but changing your way of life is tougher the older you get. The same goes for absorption for new things, and weird pride comes out even on occasions that don't matter for long lived minutes. It's hard to deal with newcomers in their fifties, isn't it? Besides, when you're a strong old man. The discord is everywhere. Me and all around me."

Honestly, it wasn't a very empathetic story for Alfred. You should kill people in normal times and have a new way of life if it's enough to take them away. Because that's his logic.

"I was, well, an assistant to the deputy head of the black mercenary regiment, and I stayed in the army because I was clever. But I still get the majority shredded. The king and queen worked hard for me, but it's still hard to keep a big army. So I just have to sharpen it. It makes sense. It mediated a new way of life. Temper. But I couldn't adapt. I've slaughtered many of those former colleagues. As the Judging Side."

There was no light in Garm's eyes. I'm sure that was a hell of a pain for him. When I say that I will judge my former companions, those who have gone off the path...

"We don't need a big army when the turmoil is over. You can't lose it, so the good guy stays. I mean, the people here couldn't be that way. Get it. Those people are clumsy. Pathetically. And I didn't hate those people. I learned my sword from those people. They also taught me bad wisdom. You dirty little bastards, they're clumsy. Most of them died, but now I think they were still happy. They take everything away, they're stupid and clumsy, so they do the same thing as before, knowing it's bad, and they wait to be judged. That face is tough."

Garm distorting his face.

"That's why I made the Dawn End out of the army. To blossom them to death to stupid, dumb people. And one of the reasons I can't prolong it any longer. You see, change the way you look at it. A world with and without Dawn End. Whole Laurencia, which one will be prettier? Which one of you will have the last piece on it?

to Garm's words. Now Alfred distorted his face. Because I got to a very uncomfortable answer. Give me this far and everyone will know. the meaning of the paintings he wrote. This was only a matter of perspective. How broad a view you can have, that's all.

More importantly, it was about who would eat for it.

"Collect the dirty stuff in one place, cover it and throw it away. There is no place for these guys in the new era. My worth couldn't even make a place for me. Full of it because I protect my place. I can't help it. That's what I decided. The answer is Dawn End. This good location and favorable conditions, in addition to the former class of black mercenary regiment deputy commanders, were also fully utilized in the old days to gather name values. You get it, right? Until I gathered it, until I created this situation, it was my job, the role I set myself. All you have to do is be crushed by the new era. That's good."

For these neighborhoods, they say, "Don't be ridiculous!" and so on. But if you look at the world as a whole, it's a situation where you can gather all the sparks in one place and treat them together. I told you that if you look at the world as a whole, you'll trump one for a hundred.

"You think it's the right thing to do?"

"I'm not going to insist. I mean, I couldn't stand being on the side of judgment, and I wanted those guys to make a place to die and scatter them with ridiculous laughter. That's all. I am not willing to deceive justice. I'm not even tempted. But there's a reason for that, too."

"It's too..."

"Same thing your father did, didn't he? I let the slaves go, scattered enough great wars that society was dysfunctional at once, and ended him with a war. Best as a result. It could have been the most time-efficient and the path with fewer victims. But it didn't happen to the party."

Alfred couldn't say anything back. Change the way you see it. Expand. You should have known, but you didn't know anything. I was just looking at the top and trying to come to a conclusion. Stupid to keep checking without putting in numbers to come up with answers, haunting your mind about conclusions that don't come out.

"The view is broad, deep and from multiple perspectives. You should look around a lot to do that. You have a good experience even though you are young. More, look around a lot. The more you spread the word, the more you see things. Sometimes you'll be a geese because of that stuff, but that's when. You can move on even though you're lost, like today."

Garm smiles and raises his hand from under his desk. There was a small crossbow gripped. Even the wooden plate is small enough to punch through. There should have been no killing intentions, no such signs or fine dust, but the man in front of him had always held Alfred's right to life and death.

"Hey, I have these hands too. Sword swinging is not the only battle. Be careful. We mercenaries are the only boneless way to do it, but noblemen are so lame. Well, I guess it's like letting God listen to a theory... something like this."

Garm threw it on the floor saying it looked like a crossbow too.

"We were dreaming. It was fun because I had dreams, both hard and painful. There's the captain, there's Anatole's old man, there's Nika, there's the lion, and now I'm blurry thinking about it, but I did see it then. Over that guy's back, the apex. Woohoo, I really enjoyed it. Those are the days I want."

Alfred can't say anything to Garm as he walks and has a really happy grin. I couldn't do anything. Because I understood it wouldn't reach him, such as my own words.

"You, how dare you wear such an atmosphere in just a few months. I would hardly have experienced a real battle. He's a fine warrior now. But you're not a warrior. Those in power are responsible. Just as Wolfgank Strider is, just as Apollonia of Arkland was, just as your father now reigns at the apex. So, I've seen them live before, I assure you. You're on that side. I was born on the side of the shepherd, pulling people without telling them that on my back, even though I was lost. Stop pretending to be a lamb. You don't look good, Prince."

With that said, Garm picked up his own sword.

"If you want to change the world, you just have to be the best. Our captain couldn't make it. Like your father. Everything was on that man's palm. Only the apex can manipulate the world. I don't care, but that's the result. That's all you need to remember. It's the advice of the defeated."

I stabbed it in my own stomach without any feelings.

"Become!?

"And then there was another one. Woohoo, that may not apply to that guy...... anyway, laugh. In front of any predicament, a king would laugh and get over it. Dress up, huh? What a king."

"Not in that case! Stop the bleeding immediately."

"Whew, it's my corpse that can be boiled or baked. All of me is with the captain and the dream. I'm gonna dream over there again. Dreams are good, that guy's back, the smile he occasionally looks back at, was enough to make the impossible possible. It's worth just a little wait over there. Wait, wait, wait, wait."

Spinning words, he rips his belly into a single letter, a garm that laughs as he punches his organs. If the cause of that madness is the king's gravitational pull, what a terrible force.

"I pray you are a good shepherd to the sheep, son of haters"

Garm collapsed with an awesome grin and throwaway dialogue. He chose to harm himself, saying that he was not willing to give up even a piece of his life to Alfred. Going for the next stage, which I don't even know there might be, following his dreams, he goes on a death journey.

"... if you want to change, the best,"

I came to this land and was struck by many tragedies. touched many sorrows. There was despair. Such a view that you can't even get a glimpse of hope or anything. But for the world, it's happening in one corner, and for the world as a whole, this can be good.

The contradiction, can you forgive it? The more that it was, the easier this genius lived if it had a compromisable personality. He could have shown his extra talent and walked with a beautiful courtier in Ulterior, as Prince of Arcadia, as Ace of the Taylor Chamber of Commerce.

Multiple branched paths. I couldn't really take a step. He knew by his senses. Choosing a compromised path will make it easier. But he said he couldn't even go back.

"Really, the more I know, the harder it is to forgive. I hate being protected all the time."

I felt uncomfortable. When I played with Mira, I was broken into trying to get off the street many times. I was pissed off if I didn't stop by because I was in a hurry, but I guess I was trying not to show you that one. Take the dark side of Arkas to the bottom where there's really nothing you can do. Did the same thing happen in Ulterior when people from the church showed you around?

The kindness around me was depriving Alfred of the opportunity to notice.

"I'm not ready yet. I hate me."

indecision. I hated the weakness that comes from my lack of confidence. Weakness that remains even with thoroughness. I'm stuck. I won't disappear even if I try to. The gentleness of the appearance, the serenity, the softness of the lumbar sacrifice, all the flip of weakness. I hated it. I shake it up.

"But more than that, this world..."

Alfred remembered one girl. A little body, a girl with aspirations to eradicate the disease from the world. I thought it looked good. I wanted to be.

Then I hope so.

Alfred was forced to lift his mouth angle with his fingers. Distorted grin.

"Come on, let's go. The stage awaits."

Now the multiple divided paths converge in one.