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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.

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Doubt

The wings of the four-horned demons detached before launching towards Serosh.

They turned into translucent black lances as they traveled.

Two of the four-horned demons were a second late. They were the ones that took backlash from the last attack.

Serosh did not have time to react to the first two lances. They directly penetrated his chest, but stopped after piercing a few centimeters. Then, they disappeared altogether.

As for the other two lances, Serosh was prepared. The tip of his silver pen had not revealed itself, but Serosh used it to draw an arc anyway, almost like he was drawing a line on a paper.

The lances abruptly shattered into pieces.

The two-four horned demons coughed up blood as their eyes rolled back. They fell from the sky like a bird that lost its wings.

As for Bryce and the other four-horned demon, they fell. However, new translucent black wings grew from their backs. As such, they could stay afloat.