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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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Apollo rubbed his head.

"...That was an experience."

Layla shook her fist in the air. She puffed up her cheeks.

"Why did you leave! How could you!"

Apollo's eyelid twitched.

"I never left. I just couldn't move because of the elixir..."

Layla tilted her head to the side. She immediately lost her anger, which was replaced by curiosity.

"Woah, I want an elixir too!"

Apollo sighed.

"If I get one I'll just give it to you. I can't use it anyway."

Layla held onto Apollo's free hand and raised it into the air.

"Yay!"

Apollo rolled his eyes.

Did this girl think he was going to go out of his way to get her an elixir?

Layla let go of Apollo but stayed close behind.

She giggled to herself while her tail swayed about gently.

Apollo ignored Layla. He was more focused on what appeared on the desk.

There was an iron coin along with a copper coin next to it.

The copper coin was his, glowing brightly with the pattern of the devil.