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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 stood up and looked around himself, soaking in the enormity of the crater he was in.

"How could this have happened?"

Layla tilted her head to the side.

"I don't know!"

Apollo sighed.

"Whatever..."

He pointed his bokken towards the crater.

"I suppose there won't be anybody playing with us. Somebody already did that, so there's nobody left to play with."

Layla pouted.

"Awwww!"

Apollo shrugged his shoulders.

"The only problem, is I have no idea how to complete this investigation mission."

He looked around himself.

"...After all, there is hardly anything to investigate."

Suddenly, Apollo furrowed his brows. The iron coin in his pocket had heated up. He didn't notice initially, since he was preoccupied with staring at some red ash in his hand.

Apollo pulled out the coin, which was glowing with the usual patterns.

"Huh?"

Layla peered over, staring curiously.