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

The red scars that snaked across Apollo's body gradually closed up while the intense waves of heat died down.

As for Vicar, his elongated hair shortened while the fur on his body retracted as well.

"So... you changed your mind now?"

"I suppose so. I did fully intend on accepting change if you won, but did not truly expect you to win."

Apollo scratched the side of his head.

"Though if you decided to fight to the bitter end, I'm not sure if I would be able to win."

"That battle would end up taking far too long. I figured I might as well save some time."

"Ah... I'm going to collect the eggshells now."

Friend!