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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.

Disgrace · Fantasi
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Will Be Forced to Use That

The beams of light all shot towards a spot in the air, right above Apollo, Willow, and Falk. Though this was a rather precarious situation, Apollo and Willow didn't seem to notice it. One laughed madly with widened eyes while the other was silent with closed eyes.

The two of them continued to clash with each other, but were unable to truly harm one another.

As for Falk... he raised his shield above him, but did so with trepidation. It was as though Falk could already foresee the consequences he would have to face.

He peeked out from behind the shield.

The beams of light were only a few meters away from colliding. At that moment...

"Waaaaaaah!~"

A blurry purple figure leaped towards the epicenter of the soon-to-be explosion.

It was Layla. With a cheerful smile on her face, she pulled back her hand. It tensed into a claw before rapidly accelerating forward.

Falk's eyes bulged out from their sockets.

"Who the fu-"