Tower of Karma

The unbroken down house had blocked the way and turned it into an impenetrable wall by setting fire to it. The family is slaughtered, and the frenzied people also obstruct the legs of the army. Main Street was turning into a hell of a picture for people to waste.

who escaped from the soldiers, who escaped from the fire, and -

"Hey, out of the way!

"Don't push me, motherfucker!

"Where have you been, boy! Answer me!

They themselves had become walls and prevented people from moving.

Few have escaped from Arkas before feeling in crisis, but those who have no place elsewhere do not either. Including people who were optimistic and didn't even try to move, it was visible that this would just happen with frenzy.

The sight all over the ego, the irony of dysfunctional by moving ahead.

These represented the nature of a person. The ugly side emerges.

"Are you sure you don't want to run?

"It doesn't even work with Teco. Blacksmith."

Kyle's blacksmith was also nearby and the fire rose and the table became noisy. I am also worried about my daughter and, above all, I would also like to know the sincerity of my best friend, who created such a sight.

But I can't do anything about it.

It always is. Always...

"You don't do anything?

Warren asks Kyle as he grinds his sword.

"I can't do anything."

"I guess. Doesn't look like it to me."

That back was wearing something, something sad.

"Once upon a time, I took a few friends out to work in battle. I hate the way Lewis lived. But I went outside and found out. It was paradise there. Calm, relaxed, nothing, but filled. When I returned, I wept. I hated my bloody wet self. So I kept telling my son not to go outside. I didn't want you to regret it like you did."

Sudden monologue. But Kyle listens still that this is something he needs to hear.

"But it was arrogant. How can you tell her what you found out when you went outside? What I should have done was advise. It was about giving advice, getting ready, pushing your back. I keep regretting it. Not yet."

I can't stop grinding my sword. It's as if you're afraid to stop.

"There's something you can't see if you step out. Sometimes you lose it by stepping out. That kid lost it. I guess I lost that kid's turn again. We also lost our homeland again. It was a painful experience, but I still don't think I made a mistake in stepping out"

Kyle shakes his body in horror.

"Fear not, son of King Sven. Everyone fears the unknown. I have fantasies about things I don't know. But good or bad, if you step out, you'll see. And without knowing, you can't regret it correctly."

Warren put up a sword a little too big for himself to wield.

"Will you be king? Then throw away your regrets in this country. Look to the end when you step out. You can't even look so far away."

'It', handed down by Warren, was a thing that drew a line with the sword of everyday use.

"I poured everything into that boy's sword. It was my sword, you know. Therefore, it is only a sword of connection. As a king's sword, simplicity is too much and only boneless."

"No, I've never wielded this kind of business. Is that good or something like this?"

"It took a long stay to say one meal at a time. Make sure you're ready to step out. What, it's not surprisingly a big deal. I just look far away because I think it's far away, and I might be near the out-of-the-box. Maybe I really wanted you to be there."

He suspects Kyle and William have a crappy relationship. This is how he pushes his back, I'm guessing. If Kyle had stopped, he might not have lost it.

No, I guess he even poured that sentiment into another sword wave.

He was smiling thirsty. He is a blacksmith at the same time as a parent. I even put my last thought into the work. Not a single piece of soul is left behind.

Now he's a ghost, just a thing to shake.

Maybe that's why I was able to give you a golden word.

"Live as you please. Sometimes it's good to push through."

"... thank you"

Kyle carried his sword and jumped out of the house. It sounded like a chain could be played somewhere. It may be my fault, but it was so much momentum. Just a little bit, just a little bit of a hanging difference crept all the way here. I should have done my best.

Maybe that would have ended a little better.

Even if it is impossible to abandon regrets, we can make them change.

Because in stepping out, knowing, and choosing between regret ahead and regret ahead of doing nothing, the things you get are too different.

○

"... damn it."

The Lamberts were forced to go far because Gilberto stood up. Even when I remembered, my hair was still in the atmosphere. That is no longer the domain of men. I can't help but get away from people, Nani.

It was obvious that he had left it to Baldovino to flee, but probably would not have so much. You mustn't go into that man's territory. We don't have much more means of attacking than not having very many flying tools.

Because if I got close, I was sure I'd die at that point.

"It's been a long time."

If you escape Gilberto and avoid the formation of enemies that have fallen out, you can't help but make a big detour.

And to say when you are unlucky is not twisted at all.

"No."

"Ah."

I bowl in with Gregor's army, who turned around and broke into Arkas from the West Gate.

"Luck is within strength, too. Give it up."

"... I will serve as your lord. Please, Ivan, Alfred's wife."

"Stupid. Are you going to die!?

"Somebody's not gonna be a crusher. Seriously, though, it's gonna go to waste."

It was a sad look, but still unbroken will to fight. When he saw the strong light, Corsair nodded small. Do what you have to do. What should be told is the formation of the enemy, the formation, and the presence of Gilberto. About Baldovino, who would probably have been killed.

"Dear Corsair. Let him handle this place."

Corsair nods silently at Ivan's voice hanging. Her chest would have been complicated, but Ivan's thoughts on it were simple.

Wedge with Vike, a necessary presence to fight nations in the 'sea' in the future. Losing her is unlikely for Alfred. It is an important note that we do not want to expose ourselves to this kind of iron fire either, and the situation is painful now that we are doing so.

But the survival of a warrior, and of herself, the head of a chamber of commerce, takes precedence. If you have a choice, you're not going to get lost.

My turn next, Ivan, is also above understanding.

The moment they look back, both Lamberto and Gregor move out again as well.

"Please!

The only thing that floats behind Lamberto's brain...

(... one-on-one shouldn't be so open, why, why, memories running around like an idiot in my head? This is like...)

Lambert piercing with ambition of temperament.

Confusion. Only pierce your beliefs.

"... if it's a comparison of moves, I guess it's as good as mine"

Gregor quietly pulled through for strength, and - just by force.

That's the irrational extreme of smashing every move.

"Oh, shit."

Lambert blown away for every horse.

They took every move with just one blow. Power is justice, and size is strength, the giant body says. The technique is nothing but small work, he said.

Lambert hits the building, the wall collapses and no longer makes a single sound.

"But brilliant."

Still, Lamberto had the will. I was crushed by just one blow, more than I uttered in vain when I served my lord. I'm sorry. I can't help it. Lambert thought that the instant judgment, Gregor, could not be reached, turning the target of the poke into Gregor's driving horse.

As a result, Gregor's leg died.

"Dear Gregor. My horseback."

"No, good. I'm not chasing that one. Prioritize placement."

"Accepted"

scattered organs. The bloody blow seemed to have killed the young Joon-young.

"Why don't you stop?

"It's a waste of time"

Gregor followed the scene without looking into the eyes of his men, who smiled like pranks. Under the debris left behind, the man, all over the horse's organs, had lost his mind.

○

What Corsair saw, who had fled even after exposing himself to life and shame, was the appearance of a squad who worked freely to save lives and guide the evacuation of the people. Now in time of war, but also in the middle of the enemy's home base. Some of them are fighting, some are dead.

"Don't take it!

There was no reason for Corsair and the others to get angry.

"Do you want to hear it? The peace boggle!

But...

"I'm listening. Looks like you've been hit hard. I lived well."

"The enemy has a demonization. Hilda, not Gilberto."

"... well. After all, will it?"

"That's a lukewarm reply. Warriors don't die!

"I know. That's not true."

"If you know what I mean, why..."

They didn't know Alfred was furious more than that.

"If we ignore them and lose the great nickname of justice, there will be no ex or child. Besides, if they used them as shields, they wouldn't be able to do anything on the side of justice, would they? I'm eliminating it because it's in my way to fight. By peaceful means. There was plenty of time to prepare there anyway. It doesn't make much sense to be an hour smaller now. It would be the same if we settled on this night. Understood?

There are thorns at every end of the word. I don't let my eyes read emotions in the sense that I always see my allies as calm, but now they were only a little zero. So much anger, who the hell are you going to say it's directed at?

"If you understand, you should rest a little. The Athenians joined us earlier. There will also be information to share. I'm leading the crime scene over here."

That's what he said and cut off the conversation. Alfred goes straight to give instructions.

"Yes, Captain."

"Yeah. If there's anything you can feel, yeah."

I'm not so thin with Corsair. I guess his anger toward himself occupies a lot, not toward people and enemies. However, I also felt that the sway width was too large for that.

I'm sure it's easy to talk about.

"We also chill our heads and wait for instructions. You survived. You had to win."

"Icer"

Will I be able to step into it someday?

Well, that's what she thought.

○

"You're crunchy."

"Mira. I knew you were out?

"I don't usually let it out, so it's extra. You're being unfaithful because you're not going to be what you thought you were going to be?

"... Mm-hmm, right. I guess so. Really, it was too different than I thought. I didn't think your father would do it this far."

"Boy, you're sweet."

"Really. I'm just sweet. You didn't have to do this for me. I didn't need to get hurt this far. I'm glad you just gave it to me."

Mira makes a strange face. There was something off between him and Mira.

"Father, I'm hard on people and myself. I will not tolerate laziness. I ask for limits for those who can be properly identified. Of course it's hard on me, so I guess that's fascinating. Evidence of a good look at people. But, you know, the only thing that made an exception was that guy."

I guess Alfred's anger is definitely on himself. own immorality that created this difficult situation. But there are still deviations there. The source of his anger is not because he is angry at those who have created this situation, nor because he is angry at this situation.

It is my anger at myself that delights in the love from those who have created this situation.

"Al, what did you find out?

Yes, this is a gift.

"Exception is... it's me"

Alfred laughs bitterly at the appearance of various emotions. While justice, morality, and ethics reject this sight. I also had feelings that I couldn't help but bud. Because I've read through everything. By even moving pawns like Hilda and Gilberto. By observing the destroyed streets. By staring at the enemy's ways, the anger of the people, its spearheads.

The full script was revealed. Two stories intersect tragedy and comedy.

○

Bernbach clan overlooking Arkas under fire ahead of evacuation. There was a pitiful, regrettable grin on Ernesta's face holding Emanuel.

I've noticed it because she was the one who was in the center of politics when she saw the rising fire, its position.

"Woohoo, your sister. I couldn't be you. I knew it, but I regret it."

A degree of crushing that my son doesn't hear, curbing the feeling that I'm about to cry out and watching the course from afar. I lost my credentials to nursing nearby for my clan, but still...

"It's that guy's stage. Keep an eye on him."

I'm sure she won't leave no matter what. I'm sure he's dead and still watching.

The talented woman who waited for the last time to put together the clothes that the man had given me wept quietly.