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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 · Fantaisie
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Going Back

While Talon was staring at her with incredulity, Lena spoke.

"My brother and I see this world differently. It was inevitable that our paths had to diverge at one point. I decided this was the best opportunity to show that clear difference."

Lucifer raised his eyebrow.

"...You should just let him stick by you. If anything, it would benefit the two of you."

Lena smiled gently.

"No."

Lucifer was left speechless for a moment.

"...I see. You appear to be like me."

He shrugged his shoulders.

"An idiot."

Lena laughed.

"That is a rather blunt way of putting it."

Talon looked incredibly confused. He looked between both Lena and Lucifer before beginning to feel his head spin a little.

Why... why was Lena the one against him, while Lucifer was the one defending him? This was the last situation he expected.

Talon felt his dizziness suddenly increasing, making it hard to stand.