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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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Hatred And Sadness

Apollo didn't like how Ivy tried to stick with him for so long. It was especially because when she stuck with him, she really stuck with him. It came to the point he couldn't use the washroom in private without Ivy barging in.

Feeling like he could no longer have any private space was not only embarrassing, but also demeaning. Sleeping also felt very uncomfortable, as he was not even left alone in that regard.

Though Apollo didn't want to be ignored, he didn't want it to happen like this. He even tried to bring it up with Ivy a few times, but she seemed incredibly stubborn about it for some reason.

The worst part about it was while he was losing sleep, Ivy for some reason seemed to never get tired. Apollo was originally counting on her getting tired enough to sleep, yet that didn't happen, not once.

And so, he resorted to his special tactic, annoying her as much as possible.