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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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Maturity

Apollo blinked a few times.

"Know what I have done?"

Leon looked at him a little strangely.

"Yes. Surely you understand what I am talking about."

Apollo stared at him silently for a few moments.

"...I'm not too sure."

Leon let out a soft sigh.

"Do you still remember the time you held a knife up to your neck?"

Apollo's face twitched.

"...Yes."

Leon closed his eyes.

"I am talking about that day."

Apollo furrowed his brows tightly, as he recalled what that meant. It was the time that he killed his mother.

He took in a few deep breaths.

"I didn't think about that."

Leon shrugged his shoulders.

"You shouldn't feel too bad about it. I probably would've done the same thing in your position."

Apollo frowned.

"...You really have seen everything?"

Leon paused for a second.