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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 · ファンタジー
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372 Chs

How Did Things Come To This Already?

After hearing Hex declare his victory so confidently, Layla puffed up her cheeks with dissatisfaction.

"No! I will win, I always win!"

She charged over to Noctis, flailing her balled fists in the air.

As for Noctis, he was trying to think of a way to deal with this strange shadow attached to him.

Beads of sweat formed on his forehead once he heard Layla approaching as well.

"...So it has come to this."

The strange pressure released from Noctis died down, becoming as gentle as a feather.

Then, it exploded out with renewed intensity. It nearly resembled the gaze of a dragon.

Small black flames began flickering above Noctis' armor and hammer. They blended in with the color of his apparel, making it a little hard to notice.

Suddenly, a wave of black flames burst from Noctis.

The shadow screeched. It disconnected itself from Noctis before retreating back into Hex's shadow while batting away the flames.