Tower of Karma - Chapter 373

Several simultaneous shots. It was too big for the cost of only one person. Dozen people and a large number of arrows in war. But they didn’t think it was overly prepared.

“… obsessive,”

People look for a way to live before death. However, it is only when there is mental stability. After many times of death, I have scraped my feet, despair is ahead. It is too much for the mind to break. You need mental power to scratch your feet. It’s broken, broken, rubbed down-usually frying. You should want to finish easily and easily. People go to easy ones. That is a matter of course, so natural.

Even warriors do the same thing. Mostly he is a teen.

“Becoming an enemy-”

“Do not speak beyond that. He is just a son of the enemy, a target to avenge.”

“…… Ha”

It’s unusual. A boy named Alfred, who is stuck on the back of the fallen horse’s body and survives somehow. Certainly Berchron horses are large enough to be a good shield. However, not all arrows that draw arcs can be prevented by themselves.

Alfred’s body already had arrows pointing up. The arrow that hits the point is blocked by a small turning sword, and the other is compromised. And so he is still alive. In this situation where it will not die any time, it is still trying to survive, even though the clogged situation does not change. The obsession was enough to give them fear.

Even though he was one of the nephew, he began to remember awe.

“Develop while maintaining distance, eliminate dead spots and shoot away”

“… acknowledge!”

Still they are warriors, warriors, and now they are hired mercenaries. It is not a child to do something different to do, and the dark enthusiasm that dwells in the heart is not cheap enough to forget what to do.

A form that slowly begins to unfold. This is clogged up. They leave their heart openly without leaving the possibility of one-handed revival. I only do my job.

(Do I die?)

Alfred finally broke in the footsteps of death, which he heard little by little. They are not wrong. I can’t get lost. It is a phase of one step that can be understood even by an amateur. There is no point in scratching the foot. In the first place, what has been scratching up until this point is the emergence of something deeper and deeper than my own will. It would be to say that it was completely closed that even that was silenced.

(Who was born for what, for what lived? Such a place, no one, do not do anything, die, meaningless life, meaningless existence. I was told by Nicola in the old days, if you say such a thing, it will really be that)

Alfred smiled recalling his childhood face. When I was in the far north, it was about a couple of times a year. Still there were few friends and played well with Eris. I regret that I could not return anything after all because I was annoyed after all.

I could not tell Eris one feeling either. I hate to say that it was good not to tell. I do not want to be bothered in vain because of such self. Surely she should be with a good guy like Palomides. I am not fit next to her beautiful girl.

The faces of acquaintances float up one after another. Every time I felt that my chest could be tightened. I sincerely hope that Mira is safe or want to be safe. Claude may be worried. He was always close to me like my brother. The same is true for Beatrix. Even Marianne was so. The more I think, the more I am sorry.

Himiko, there were so many people around me, and they treated me kindly. It may have been a bit of hope. But now I am trying to give up. I am trying to betray my feelings.

(But I can’t help anymore)

Heart that should have broken already. A thought that should have been broken.

“Alfred, come here”

This illusion was false. There should be no love-

“The day will come when you have a choice. I, that person, that time for everyone

But at that time my mother was laughing. As if you were seeing all through

“At that time, I will teach you how to not regret it.”

I remember that my mother who embraces Alfred was thin, fragile, and tears were falling. But the words and gestures are full of love-

‘Follow your heart. The situation surrounding you, the human relationship, the calculation, the logic, everything is ignored, and only one hears the voice of one’s heart and lives like it wants to do. I am happy with this. I was able to meet Alfred with Alfredo. That’s the way to live. Good, don’t forget this. My precious treasure-”

After this, I fell asleep in my mother’s chest. What was the last word? I feel that something was a sad word. But this part alone is not enough.

(I have not found anything I want to do yet)

Mother’s words. Kind advice. At least I was loved by my mother.

(Himiko, after all, I do not want to die)

Inherit, break, and inspire the broken heart. If you die as it is, there is no match for the dead mother. I do not live as I want to. Seeing a dead son who is neither happy nor sad, my mother will be sad. Alfred’s heart shouted that it was disgusting.

(First of all, my heart says I want to live. Let’s follow it. Let’s resist)

I hold a tight eyebrow. The moment the enemy who has begun to deploy comes into view, it jumps out, steals a horse and runs away. Alfred is self-indulgent as to what a pitiful strategy is. However, only this hand is left. In the case of Stratches, it is a waste of hands to move the king to another block from the congested situation. Still, it looks a bit more cool than giving up and dying.

I died trying to live. My mother may give up if it is this.

“Come on, I am the son of Rutgarde von Liwius. I will laugh until the moment I die. The mother is strong. I am also strong!”

Alfred leaks the word of determination. There was a flame in his eye. The state of resignation, it may be reopened. Still he chose to die to the forehead. I chose to laugh and die.

That is why the flame is beautiful, and it travels beyond one thousand miles and beyond all villages.

○

William was squeezing his blood and squeezing his bow. Seeing the broken son’s face, it was no longer the limit to keep it. Only one member left by a loving woman. My crying place that I love unconditionally. It was indivisible because there were those days.

Lauren von Taylor last left.

“It is better not to beat Rutgarde von Taylor. Her obsession will surely reach you someday. Like a curse, yes, when you know its name, it is when she wins over you ”

Himiko, I certainly lost to her. I also knew the name. It’s a shame, but it is still like a curse still sticking to my heart.

She is a curse. The other difference with her is that she left another curse. As a form, as one dies and remains there.

William comes. Surely she will be happy even with this conflict. It is a pity that she is awfully sorry, yet her mind can not help but suffer from the fragments she has left behind. Because that’s what she wanted and she died for that.

“Are you going to shoot? ? ”

“I’ll shut it down northwards. You can go out to other nobles and royals.”

“It’s an excuse! I am not the king! ”

“Don’t forgive me foolish and weak. This will keep me alive for a lifetime.”

“It’s stupid! ”

I can hear the jealousy of the wolf. It will be natural. If you admit the exception, you should forgive why you could not make it the king’s exception, and you did not give it as an exception. Therefore the king should not make an exception. But as a king, sometimes people make exceptions.

That’s a hundred kings. Now, William is about to become a mere king.

Unable to endure a single victim-

“……I am–”

The moment I shoot that arrow, William felt that Alfred’s atmosphere had changed. William has seen the flame. Laurent, Carl, and the flame that remains after death, before the death that Rutgard showed. Red, green, dark green, flame.

Alfred-is golden.

“That flame will not go away. The ephemera also does not seem to shake as it is!”

A gallop of horseback crosses William next to William, who was caught in the fire. A man with a bright, cool brilliance. A mysterious light that never fades away.

“Gahaha, I saw the fluctuation of the king. I will make it a very rare, souvenir from all over!”

One knight runs through.

“” Why is he here? ”

Claudia destroyed the William’s turn. This is the stage of her script. I am an actor who can not move even in this place. However, he is an existence that should not be here in the first place. A man who is not a performer and can not find it.

William also thought of him as a lead to Alfred. However, I had no way of searching or time. No one knows his whereabouts, even his purpose. No, there is no purpose in him in the first place. So I was removed from the candidate. I had to remove it.

“… く, 、, Alfred’s part. I have it. Do you exceed my feelings, thoughts or expectations?”

William lowered the bow. There was no need for me to add tea. The vessel Alfred said was attracted by one’s own gravity.