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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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Getting Out of Hand

Falk was nearly three meters tall, giving him quite the intimidating look. He had short black hair and hazelnut eyes that would make him unassuming if it wasn't for his overbearingly large armor.

He was wearing plated armor so thick that it would be larger than a normal person's arm. Along with the fact his body was bulky, this made him look more like a grizzly bear than a human.

However, different from the fur of a grizzly bear, the armor was finely made. There were quite a few parts that stuck out only to give the armor some extra flair, but it looked regal nonetheless.

After a few moments, one of the houses stuck out their hand, letting it remain right beside Falk and Kylan.

Falk gave Kylan one last fleeting look.

"I'll leave you in Oddryl's care."

Kylan nodded.

"Farewell."