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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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You... Aren't Human

A group of five guards charged towards the sound they heard, only to see nothing.

Willow had casted some sort of spell, obscuring all of their figures. She put a finger to her lips, gesturing for them to stay quiet.

Layla looked at that gesture, then tilted her head to the side.

"What are you doing?"

Hex rubbed the top of his head with his sleeve.

"Me think Willow wants quiet."

Apollo rubbed his chin with his thumb and forefinger.

"I don't think we are being that quiet."

Willow's eyelid twitched.

Was it really that hard to just stay silent?

The guards obviously heard them. However, they still couldn't see them. The five guards kept spinning their heads around, like if they kept looking back and forth they would eventually see these people.

The guards were holding onto spears. Both of their hands had a tight grip.

"Show yourself, intruder! Have you no shame?"

One of the guards gestured towards another. Just a second later, a guard bolted away.