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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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Excuse Me?

Layla continued to dangerously pull herself and Apollo upwards. Beads of sweat continued forming rapidly on Willow's forehead.

After many close calls, they eventually got up to the top of the walls. There was nobody around.

Layla stretched her free arm high into the air.

"Wah!~"

As for Willow, she fell to one knee, panting. Her heart was still trying to recover from that stressful experience.

"Hah... now we made it to the top of the wall."

Layla tilted her head to the side.

"What now?"

Apollo curiously turned his head towards Willow, waiting for her response.

Willow cleared her throat.

"Now that we have scaled up the wall, we have to scale down the other side. Our priorities must be taking it slow and sile-"

"Hup!"

Without letting Willow finish her sentence, Layla directly jumped off, taking Apollo with her.

The black mist screen strained.