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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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Something Strange

The three-horned demon was on its last legs and decided to use its last resort. It gathered mana for one last mysterious attack.

But stopped.

Although Apollo was right next to the three-horned demon, he did not do anything. Instead, it decided to stop gathering mana on its own.

It was as though the three-horned demon was moving on instinct, but had a sudden realization.

Before Apollo could even do anything, a small explosion came from the three-horned demon. A large hole had formed on his chest, but was otherwise intact.

Yet, in the end, it was dead.

Apollo's smile slowly disappeared from his face.

"Huh..."

He raised an eyebrow, then looked towards the mound of snow.

"What were they trying so hard to protect, anyway?"

Layla jogged over and raised her hands up high.

"That looked like so much fun! What should we do now?"

Apollo looked towards the corpses of the two-horned demons.

"Well, first..."