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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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Who Is That Girl?

A few moments after Apollo put on the bracelet, he suddenly heard Layla's voice in his head.

"Friend? Helloooo?"

The other voice in his head spoke up.

"What? How does this work?"

Layla's excited voice sounded out inside his head.

"I don't know! But it's really cool!"

Apollo was a little startled.

"You can also talk with him?"

Layla tilted her head to the side.

"Hm? Talk to who?"

The voice in Apollo's head spoke up.

"I uh, think he means me."

Layla blinked a few times.

"Why is friend being so silly? Friend is the same person!"

The voice in his head wasn't sure how to respond.

"Uh..."

Apollo scratched the side of his head.

"He um... is a little different from me."

The voice agreed.

"There is also the fact that we are talking at the same time. I feel like that should be proof enough, right?"

Layla couldn't help but giggle.