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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 · แฟนตาซี
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Don't Be Too Scared, Little Baby

The king attempted to pull Mark back, so that he wouldn't get closer to the wind elemental. Unfortunately, he somehow just barely missed, even though he should've been able to grab on easily.

Mark was rubbing his chin with great interest as he approached the wind elemental, completely ignoring the warning altogether.

The king visibly panicked.

"Wait! You can't do that! You're going to completely disrupt the flow of the wind that keeps up the city!"

Unfortunately, Mark couldn't care less about the state of the city.

Which the king realistically should've seen coming.

Though there really wasn't anything he could do other than hope Mark would keep up his end of the deal.

However, something as fickle as honor, did not matter to that man one bit.

Mark's eyes widened considerably as he got closer to the wind elemental.

"...So that's what he meant when he said to just go to this city."