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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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372 Chs

Rank Silver

Apollo's iron coin fit perfectly onto the seal of the envelope. The side of the smiling devil sunk into the wax seal while the side with the association's symbol began to glow faintly. 

A small amount of white mist gathered towards the coin, while a faint sizzling sound filled the room. The wax seal had burned away, releasing large amounts of red mist.

The room gradually became foggy with the red mist, but by the end the wax seal had disappeared completely, leaving an unsealed envelope with an iron coin on top.

Layla's furry ears twitched.

"Wah! Friend did it!"

Apollo blinked a few times.

"...Yeah, guess I did."

Layla tilted her head to the side.

"But I also would have opened it easily! Why did you stop me?"

The corner of Apollo's lip twitched.

"I had a feeling it was going to explode, destroying the envelope in the process."

Layla puffed her cheeks.

"B-But I am careful!"