Disgrace

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.

The Laughing Swordsman

What kind of empire didn't have a tavern?

Not a single one despite the land this place encompassed?

...Even small villages would have at least one. Maybe even a couple.

"Haha... I must be mistaken in terms of what a tavern is."

The young man raised an eyebrow, but nodded after a bit of thought.

He proceeded to walk past them, already forgetting about their existence.

"This is going to be difficult. How am I supposed to..."

"One step at a time. That's the only thing left."

Apollo looked at Willow curiously.

"Why is it bad that there are no taverns?"

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