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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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Unlike The Other Me

Eden was at a loss for words. She really didn't have any intentions of harming Apollo, but that was hard to communicate. After all, she had not only been killing people left and right, but also directly hit Apollo in the head with a black axe just now.

Granted, that black axe and the wound from it was nowhere to be seen. However, that was still a fact and many people knew that.

As for Apollo, he didn't seem to be concerned about all the commotion around him. Instead, he nuzzled his head in Eden's grasp, letting out soft sounds almost like he was a cat purring.

"Ivy..."

Now that they knew an angel was with them, the crowd suddenly gained a lot of courage, daring to confront Eden who was murdering wantonly just now.

"What do you think you are doing?"

"Don't think we will just watch you take away the angel!"

"The heavens have not abandoned us, yet you continue with such blasphemous actions!"