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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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Familiar Man

Apollo began walking out of the dojo with a circle of guards around him. He was in no rush, walking at a normal speed. However, that made the guards very tense.

Who treats walking with swords pointed at their throat like a stroll in the park?

Although Apollo was compliant, the leading guard did not believe he wouldn't try something. Apollo proclaimed he didn't want to be protected earlier, but the guard believed Apollo was making a sarcastic comment. After all, who believes they are being protected when there are several swords pointing right at their neck?

From the guard's perspective, Apollo was either confident in escaping, or had a plan he could somewhat rely on. Either way, he had no plans of letting him escape.

As Eden watched Apollo leave, she felt confused.

Was she really holding onto a fallen angel all this time?