Tower of Karma

William stands in front of a tower he has built himself. The world's largest building over Tularn. At its feet lay formations to guard the entrance and exit of the tower. Is the man sitting at the center of it focused or doesn't raise his face?

Instead, a man standing next to him turned to William.

"What's the status of the war?

"Looks like you're deploying troops to the South Gate, the West Gate, the East Gate and the Tripartite to make a breakthrough. The main entrance to the south gate is led by Alfred, while the west gate is Baldovino and the east is Cres."

"You've always grabbed a good look in this darkness."

"Because the General is good."

Talking to William is former second prince Airhardt von Arcadia, the man who found the White Knight by making William the man who fought for his hegemony. Now he had abandoned his right to inheritance and had been assigned to El Touré as Arcadia's representative.

"By the way, Your Majesty's clothes, they're bloody, but something warm?

"It's no big deal. It's trivial."

"Right. Yeah, well, somehow, I thought she would."

"... Guests?

"What floor was it? I had them gathered over there in the hall where the new throne was mounted. Fine liquor and delicious meals, this is what I set up. I'm not complaining."

"Tenth floor."

"Also known as the tallest hall in the world. The lack of functionality is flawed in the balls, oops."

Airhardt whispers his mouth just because he slipped his mouth.

"I don't mind. It's true. I know that best."

"... right. All right, guys, good to see you later. I will lead His Majesty."

William leads the way in the tower. This tower, built with a collection of the latest technology, deserved to be dubbed the world's largest building.

But even the person who built it will have a question mark about whether this height makes sense or not.

Tower of Fools built to play utilities and foolish kings, which is this.

"I am, now I can tell you, losing my kingdom, being flown to a strange land, makes me think it's fun to live for the first time. A full day. Free, sometimes failing, sometimes succeeding. It's not that I'm not responsible, but it's more fun than when I was slamming stone bridges so hard."

"That's good. Because your achievements will benefit Arcadia."

"A kingship is the blood of a king, a shackle. That crown is not a magical item to make wishes come true, and nothing is different from chains and shackles that bind slaves. Going for that, obsessed with that, crushing, old and dying, that's all for life. A king is an empty thing. Royalty is synonymous again."

"That's hard."

"I lost and gained my freedom. I feel a little guilty. Regardless of his brother, who escaped and slipped out, his sisters were bent over by the king's blood. No, I bent, huh?"

"That's something that says a little too much pride. I'm the one who set their course."

"No, at my convenience, I got close, away, and under control. Even if not, those two didn't know outside the royal palace and while tied to this blood, they never got a choice. I realize after I throw it away, this blood doesn't mean much, and it's comforting to call it a free identity."

"... that's because you're good. This world is not so sweet for the weak"

"It could be. But if I knew, without the shackles, I'm sure those two would have chosen a different path. Because I am. Then I'm sure you looked in more trouble. [M] And I think so. Guilt of them and guilt of you, I'm sure, both. I'm sorry. And I pushed you."

"I took it from you. You should hate. That's all I need."

"Ha, I'm sure you don't think so, because it's full now,"

Climb through the stairs and Airhardt looks back in front of the door.

"Though I'm also out of line, you carry too much. You just need to be more comfortable. Those who lost in the competition, those who were kicked down, those who were used, the world is full of that. Everyone is the perpetrator, everyone is the victim, and there is nothing to be sick of."

"... it's not me who decides that"

"Really? Though I don't think so. It's deception, ego, isn't it? Woohoo, I'm sorry. That's not what I call a line."

…………

"I think it's a good idea to put my chest up. A handful of people who can climb out with any hand. The chair at the top is one, and you got there. That is something to be proud of. I think so."

Airhardt opens the door. And as I bow my head, I point with that hand respectfully.

"One day when you're free, we'll talk again. Now there's no stomach searching."

William snorted bitterly.

"Bye, Your Majesty. Good mood."

Seeing the king arrive in the hall, the nobles cheer. William meets them as he is about to heartburn to the words of praise of our king, the great king, the just warrior, the hero, the rain and the pouring down. And I opened my mouth.

"Welcome, everyone. I sincerely thank you for coming to my biggest work, the world's largest and best tower, the collection of my work, and for coming up to the stage where I perform. As for..."

William had in mind the day he himself came to the king. Here is the same painting as that tragedy. The shadow of a shitty, luxurious world, the wreckage of desire. The ruler here is himself, and this space full of waste is his own glory.

That's why William snorts.

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"Most of the siege weapons we had prepared were in a raid by Lord Gregor."

"Let it break down. Let it stay, you have to fight him again to get it. Impossible. Then we should expect the 'measures' to be decided -"

The stronghold was being abandoned as it scattered, and the reconstituted main unit was attacking the southern gate, the main gate of Arkas. The redevelopment of the city reduced the tactical intensity with improved convenience. But it's not a gate that's soft enough to drop without a siege weapon, nor is it simply a building the size of how you can do this at the hands of a grown man.

"Any movement at the gate!?

"There isn't. No movement yet, sir."

"... the signal should be visible. Then there's one possibility you might think about."

Alfred bites his teeth. From the night raid ahead to here, they remain in the lead. Even if I try to strike my hand, it seems to say that it is full of hands because the current situation is ignored. In addition, I didn't know that the lack of experience in action would limit the overall movement so much - it's all peeling off in this night raid until the part where I thought it would be unbroken if it were a short-term showdown.

(Can we only expect Cress and the others? At least, attacking the city with them on their backs is tough. It also hurts that the prepared hands almost turned into blisters)

I get a glimpse of my father's seriousness. Unexpectedly at this time. I wasn't watching it sweetly, but the only standing around that wouldn't even let me fight normally is to honor it as a white knight. The difference in experience in action, the weakness of the swayed population, was also painfully made to understand.

"Lord Gregor behind you is transferred. I'm coming this way!

"What, it doesn't really make me feel any easier. All units, pause! Flip, intercept!

"All units stop! Flip it now!

"... better than going any further and getting pinched"

Alfred was putting his thoughts on what he called a battlefield, pulling out his sword and inspiring everyone. The stage where my father, many Yingjie, poured his heart out. I don't like to go up there, but I understand. I'm still a young man here, and if I'm not strong enough, I'm not even a craftsman.

(Not like on the tabletop. I thought you knew.)

Alfred desperately explores how to regain the lead once away. Think about every situation at the same time about how to shout a giant spear called Gregor that reappears in front of you. It's a good discipline, but it doesn't come out inside to say good hands.

(In an attempt to crush the measure, not all the planting was lost. Please, both of you. Now it's up to you two to fight. This one, let me do something to show you)

Many arrows poured down on Gregor's horseback squad with Alfred's roar.

So instead of dying, the momentum becomes stronger, which is exactly the difference between an army and a herd.

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"His Highness is perfectly close as an individual. The talent shown in Olumpia, it is difficult even for His Majesty to win on the same terms. Naturally, I can't win either. So complete."

The man wore pitch-black armor,

"But His Highness's surroundings are not. Young people who have not experienced war are at the centre, and if so, there are as many gaps to enter. Except Your Highness, who should be rocked. Even if it doesn't work for you, it works for others."

temper the cloak of night,

"Come on, let's start a war. I'm anxious to see if my partner will act like me, but I would definitely like to borrow your breasts. The Prince of Justice vs. the Bad Knight, it's opening!

A knight wearing a dark mask. Former Admiral of the Kingdom of Arcadia, "Black Knight" Angelm von Kruger had an important role to play on this grand stage.

A distorted grin floats in pitch black.