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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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As Though He Became a Beast

Falk suddenly found him surrounded on all sides.

Willow was leading Apollo over to Falk. Although she had no intention of attacking Falk directly, that didn't mean she wouldn't use Apollo.

As for Layla, she was giggling mischievously. Her tail swayed, causing the bell attached to let out soft jingles. She had a claw raised, prepared to attack Falk.

As for Hex, he was angry at the entire group. However, Falk just so happened to be the one at the front. As such, Hex gathered dark green mist in preparation to attack him.

Falk leisurely picked up his shield, as though he wasn't being attacked from three sides at once. His breathing was ragged and heavy. The sudden transformation clearly wasn't something easy for his mind to bear.