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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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Wooden Carvings

Eden ran out in a bit of a fluster. Apollo remained in her arms, just curiously looking at the nearby people.

Eden was able to take a few steps forward, but slowed to a stop. She bit her lip.

"Apollo... why did you choose me?"

Apollo looked up to Eden and tilted his head to the side.

"Because you sound less boring. I don't like boring people."

Eden smiled bitterly.

"B-But what the priest said was true. They would be able to do a much better job than me."

Apollo scratched his cheek with a finger.

"Mm... ok? Where are we going to go first?"

Eden was a little taken aback by how little Apollo cared. She wondered why this was the case, then came to the conclusion that Apollo wanted her to do the tour. Eden felt touched.

Though the truth was Apollo really just didn't care all that much.

Not knowing this, Eden smiled.