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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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Willow took a few steps forward when she saw Apollo had the intention of leaving.

"Wait!"

Once he turned around, she ended up averting her gaze again.

"You really don't hate me?"

Apollo blinked a few times.

"Not really. At least, not in actuality."

Willow seemed a little confused, but she got the gist of it.

"Um... where are you going?"

Apollo cracked his neck.

"Just revisiting some places."

Willow paused for a second, but quickly gathered her thoughts when she saw Apollo walking away.

"Wait! Could I join you?"

Apollo scratched the side of his head.

"I won't stop you if you follow."

Otis forcefully chuckled.

"Does the same apply to me?"

Apollo shrugged his shoulders.

"Do what you want."