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The Laughing Swordsman

Only when all the living perish, will there be peace ... Apollo was a bratty noble. Using the power of his father, he did many mischievous stunts. However, he would never go too far. The worst he did was steal someone's shoe, while on the average, it would be poking them in the back and running off. That's why he found it so absurd that someone would assassinate him, in his own room no less. He was stabbed in the back and left to die... But then he was back in his room, completely fine. Yet, he was stabbed in the back once again. Once he was stabbed in the back for the third time, the cruel reality began to sink in. That this would repeat itself for an eternity. The only thing in his room was his bed and his bokken, a wooden sword. At some point, Apollo picked up the bokken. He took his first steps to break out of the cycle. And swore to bury the person who called for this assassin with his own hands. ...But also calls a lot of things mommy for some reason.

Disgrace · Fantasy
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Is That You?

Despite all the panic surrounding the fallen angel, the very person that was considered a fallen angel himself didn't seem to be noticed. In fact, one of the guards announcing this very fact bumped into him and still didn't notice.

The chaos in the city was gradually building up and practically everybody was contributing to making the situation even more hectic.

This was especially magnified by the woman with a rabbit mask pulling out black axes from her heart before throwing them at people. It was Eden.

She seemed to have already forgotten about Serosh's warning, not to use the black heart too much as it would place a burden on her body. It was almost like Eden was trying her best to do the exact opposite, making black axe after black axe.

Almost all of her throws would hit their target. Few people were in a calm enough state to dodge, and even then, some were unable to because of the people around them pushing and shoving.