Tower of Karma

The man was a war-torn orphan and, to his heart's content, was educated as a member of the brainchild of Garias, the organization Salomon held, Snake.

There is no good or evil. A doll just to carry out an order.

He was better than anyone, faithful, and that's why he was complacent.

Adan, Adon, etc. who had been picked up in the same way were not in my sight at the time, and sometimes I was stuck with them for not faithfully carrying out their orders.

But instead, it was not part of the organization that was placed at the top of the 'snake', but from the outside, and also a man from a pirate. Words, deeds, and attitudes played with the Adans in a circle. The orders from Salomon are also interpreted arbitrarily, and the 'serpent' norm is also a breeze where it blows.

Still, it's clear that Salomon recognizes him.

That is why I have empowered myself to try to break the darkness of Arcadia, the man who reigns there, which no one could do.

Now I can be the best.

But...

"No trouble. I'm not interested in that."

"People have a role to play. This is an order."

"Nice one - Zamar Milo, Deace"

"What a fight. They take it. Let's start with Adam and Addon."

"Whoa, Adon. Don't defy Death. Oh, I'm a loyal servant. Absolutely nothing my boss says! It's the basics of Snake, isn't it?

"You betrayed me, Adan!?

I was not chosen. I don't even know why I'm so shaken up. Returning to duty without knowing, as a result of an off-duty action that I would never normally -

"... how did this happen?

I had a baby.

I don't know anything about how to raise them. I didn't even know which act caused this child to be born and held like this.

……

He wasn't much of a crybaby. There was hardly anything to annoy my hand. I've never raised a child, even if I've killed him, and all I can teach you is about how to fight the art of assassination. But why? Why didn't I want this kid to be a 'snake'? Why didn't the moves do anything to make the 'snake' strong, even though they taught it?

"Oh, my God, I did the fangs too, man boy."

"... oh"

"Well, there's no such thing as a" snake "code if you have a child. Let's just say we didn't even have to make a code for ourselves."

"... right"

"Honestly, why are you collaring and leading a child?

"Hmm? You won't? It could get stuck on the road. It's safe on the night lane."

"... haha, this is what happens to genuine 'snakes' hey"

A man who came to the same place of assignment as himself, with a secret life. Soon that irritation had disappeared. I don't feel anything in front of this man.

More than that...

"How do you decide what your name is?

"I still wanted to give you a name!? No more years there!

……

The shaking against this child was greater day by day.

Under DIACE instruction, he learned what normal was and also removed his collar. I caught a Nederks soldier given as Diace's subordinate to remind him of the common sense of this country.

"Do you think it's a little too harsh?

"Really?

I also learned that what was normal for me was not normal for people. The more I learned, the deeper and harder it was to be normal.

And then I realized...

"Death, do me a favor"

"You want to change it?

"If I..."

I got scared. Bottom of my heart, I got scared to death. Something called death that you never feared if you were alone. I thought it was so horrible just to carry one person.

I never thought I was afraid to get to Arkas. In the belly of the enemy, even in front of the deep darkness, I felt no fear.

"... that's Snake Fang"

Even in front of the samurai of the East, if I were you, I wouldn't think of anything.

He would have died.

The face of a child who was about to be killed and in his head. An inorganic eye that is faceless and shows nothing. That tranquility, the coziness that we have together...

I let him choose to live.

It has been over a year since I lost consciousness, was fortunate enough to overlap and have been able to return to Nederks. It is unacceptable to return to the 'serpent' more than once left the order system. It's not worth it to me that I'm not a 'snake'. I know.

Still, at first sight...

"What?"

"What?"

"Imitate it. It's a pain in the ass."

"Imitate it. It's a pain in the ass."

With a face I had never seen, I saw my child, who was with Diace, and found out that I did not deserve a parent. It wasn't like him anymore when I took him. I'm sure he'll do well. It also connects to my subordinate daughter.

I couldn't get him out myself, I couldn't get him out. Normal.

Ordinary smile.

"... kuku, kukuku, ha ha ha! Well, then yes, you can't be. It was too awkward to raise a person, such as a human standing on top of a person who could not even bear one!

I gave up. I disappeared without even seeing him.

At that point, woohoo, I later learned that the choice there was the real disqualification of my parents. Adam told me to meet again from the beginning.

"Son, they've been waiting for you in front of the front door for almost three years in the morning. Well, it doesn't matter to me, isn't it the nature of what I was able to say? Still, aren't you a parent enough to meet him every once in a while?

It was hard to believe. As an assassin, I truly regretted it when I was dressed too deviantly as a result of my unconscionable and quest for normality.

He said he was wanted by the child.

He said we could have stayed together.

Everything was too late.

What more face can I go see now?

That kid grew up fine.

Get a good name, get a position, go somewhere out of reach a long time ago.

I saw that kid who was stronger than me, and I felt sorry for him and the relief that he grew up strong. No more, that day's hopes don't deliver the real emotions I had. But I got my wish. I only regret that I could not do it with my own hands.

Other than that, it's not bad. It is too much for my own son.

So there was nothing left to remember.

But the stupid idea of touching my family again in this land where I lost everything, touching it normally, someday, someplace, again...

Let's just say I'm glad this happened.

And I hope that he will go.

By the time Black Star caught up with us, it was already...

"... Hina Shit"

Blood pond hell was forming. At its center stands the white dragon and the other, the man in the swallow tail suit. All his men have already run out, he himself has lost one arm and some of his legs have been shredded and deactivated.

The White Dragon was somewhat clumsy, but the victory and defeat were clear.

"... Oh, Your Highness's. You totally packed this."

"I think it was a good job."

"Yeah, really. The more I forget who I am, the more their escort, yeah, it was a good job. That's why we shouldn't be beside each other!

Throw a knife with one arm.

A sharp orbit, but the white dragon packed a light no distance and pierced his gut with a piercing hand. Exactly a fatal wound, a man laughing in blood quietly lost his temper of war.

"Light has a light, darkness has a dark way of life. We shouldn't be talking."

He knew, albeit in a work pattern fragmentation. That house has a history where its predecessors once interacted with darkness and sank into a sea of madness. Opposite poles sometimes produce good results. And vice versa. It's a kind of bet, the result of a once out of balance that we have. The balance they desperately got, I didn't feel like disturbing it.

Somehow, that's what he thought.

"I think so, too. What about you?

"Same. We shouldn't interact."

Without pulling out his hand and a glance at his exhausted body, White Dragon turned back towards the Black Star.

"You're a little over-shouldered. It interferes too much with the surface stage."

"You would have done something similar on the orders of the White King. Me, too. He's a monster who's interacted, broken, and got both sides."

"How's your lord?

"Duh, he even smears the darkness. I haven't reached that point yet."

Both staring at each other.

"So, what do you do?

"It was their elimination that was requested. And then you can do whatever you want, they say."

"Well, then do as you please."

The White Dragon lost interest and tried to leave the scene.

"Then I'll do whatever you want. Even the White King's neck should be picked up."

The color of White Dragon's eyes changed. Gaze at the black star.

"You lack taste for provocation."

"I'm not trying to provoke you. If my lord reaches and strikes one, then I can do the gap. You just have to poke it in there and stop it."

"Does your Lord forgive you?

"Until I said I had a bad order then. I don't know how to tell you to like it."

"... right"

White Dragon lay his eyes down, and...

"Then you will be eliminated."

Fill the distance with no sound and see the black star with an intense and incomparable penetration. Was he expecting it again, too, not in circular motion, and using the momentum to hit him on the shoulder?

But...

"Hmm!?

Strong enough walls not to let the momentum go through.

The impact of the bump bounced back intact without the force cutting through. It was a kind of rigid fist he gained, a fist that crushed every move of immature power.

"Sometimes naive provocations lead to death"

"... nigga"

"I'm giving the king some free time. It's only a matter of time."

"Heh, I'll tell you what I wasn't all about that night!

How many times have they collided, and tonight they fight again. Having already lost the point of fighting each other, it is therefore without any restraint that they can cross fists.

Shaking is a quiet fighting spirit. As the only samurai, not the assassin, the two finally stood on the same level as the fistmen.

Deep, far away, their breath stains pale.

White Dragon vs. Black Star, start.

○

The tragedy and one woman were headed north while avoiding the firehand. Relatively every alley was vacant because Main Street was not crushed only on the north side. On top of that, I deduce the thought of 'him' and ambush him wondering if it's around here.

"Well, super stairs are tough."

Put on your colorful dress. Marianne von Bernbach was royal and waiting for someone to come. But...

"... sit down for a second"

Sit on the steps around it in less than five minutes.

She was bored and unpredictable.

○

Raphael was showing enough work under the command of an army led by Angelm. Fluid movement, uninterrupted attack on enemy weaknesses, the faults on this side of the hand pawn, a brilliant deception of the small amount of maneuvers.

It would be natural if he also became a follower of William.

"Moving to the North Gate,"

"What's wrong?

"No, good. Never mind."

A shadow floating in the corner of my head. The dirty minute unmatched synchronization of words I've been looking at all the way down reached a height far beyond myself if I realized it. I was convinced to lose to Beatrice. Because she combined everything: family, hard work, environment, beauty.

But he's not.

Crawl up from the bottom, roll everything up and take your place now.

"What can you do now?"

"Did you say something?

"... nothing"

Unconsciously dismissing the crushed words, Raphael stares at the battlefield. It is the current situation that is deluding the absolutely insufficient number of heads in the first place with the troops that manage to set up and flow with the city. There's always a chill somewhere.

Burying there is a discretionary force like them.

"Will you still be the key? If so, I'll be the only one to stop"

There is no 'he' on this stage. I was not allowed to participate.

The self that fills up a little with it may still be distorted.

○

Sürvia had repeatedly left by a single blow by the horseback squad, succeeding in partitioning and disrupting the enemy.

It is obvious that she was the most threatening unit at this point, and that is why 'women' who came up to the stage while understanding that it was out of place can shape the battlefield.

"... this is"

Blocking the road is a dull force.

"Heh."

Formations that obviously specialise in 'receiving'. There was also an option to avoid it without hitting Shrevia. For a moment, the threat appeared to me to the extent that I would seriously consider it. In front of me, in a force commanded by a woman.

To a woman who would probably be in the first place, I thought I'd leave.

"Not an interesting matchup"

"Stand down! Enemy ready!

Undisturbed movement. The degree of sophistication comes with origami.

Whatever.

"White Bear vs. Immovable, Timeless,? Don't beat me up, lady!

Real estate, because Baldias worked out the elite. Even the late soldiers were already ageing, but they were nevertheless able to celebrate this day without lacking drilling. Lord, an immovable army resurrected to the battlefield by the hands of Theresa von Arcadia.

However, it is not known whether the opponent will be able to take it if he is also an army of the violent white bear, Sülvia. It is a flock that has broken through every battle station with the destructive power of individuals and groups. Most armies do not accept it.

"Push it through!

"Answer!

"Motherfucker!

"Oops!

Forget the power of the generals, Arcadia's most vicious offensive force is probably the White Bear's army if it's a function as a herd. The opposing immovable armies are noteworthy and neither strong nor stiff. But strong beliefs and tenacious battles flavor and creed in muddy battles.

At a time when Nedeluxe was once proud of its luxury, a misadventurous general born under the same star as the three most powerful men of our time, Strakles, who gave birth to a great general under heaven and showed brilliance as his successor. There are not many winning stars in particular. Losses are also overlapping.

Still, Bardias was Arcadia's face.

The bloodstream is uninterrupted.