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Kingdom's Bloodline

A lowly child beggar, a noble prince, a monster viewed as the enemy of the entire world. If you possess all three identities at the same time, which identity would you choose to help you earn a better ending? Thales did not have the answer. He only knew that he came to a different and magnificent world, and he had to face a future that was as difficult to handle as a nightmare. The glorious Empire had already been destroyed for one thousand years, the dying royal family suffered many problems, the legendary sacred battle had plenty of conspiracies, the divided world was in chaos. But Thales had nothing. The only thing he had left was an unswerving determination to preserve his own identity, bravery which would allow him to survive in a perilous situation, and a belief that he would never submit to principles he did not believe. “A King does not gain respect by virtue of his bloodline. The bloodline's glory rests on the deeds of the King.” Darkness will baptize light. Fire will create true steel. The forbidden prince’s story starts here.

Masterless Sword · Fantasy
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760 Chs

When the watchman finished speaking, Jonveled launched his attack at the opportune moment!

*Clang!*

Thales received the first horizontal slash. 

But Joveled felt that something was not right. 

'Is the prince's gaze… a little unfocused?'

At this moment, Thales was thinking about something.

It was all thanks to Mallos' explanation. The teenager understood something.

'It's no wonder why I can feel that strange sense of familiarity from Jonveled's attacks.

'I see.

'This is… a battle in the style of Northlanders.'

Thales exhaled, and he recalled with faint nostalgia of the times he received his pummeling lessons in Heroic Spirit Palace, even though he thought that he would never have such emotions toward it. 

In his short but rich experience in fighting, there were only three people who really affected his fighting skills with the sword when they taught him through words and the sword.