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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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585 Chs

Before pushing Dean's door open, Thales envisaged many possibilities.

Presently, the suspicious and ruthless mercenary prince was not being cooperative and regarding him as an enemy. He was constantly vigilant against Thales.

However, the man's reaction was a little overboard.

"You don't have to do this."

Thales stared at Moriah as he felt the stinging pain on his neck. He lifted his hands in surprise and bewilderment to signal at Moriah.

He calmed his breathing and also suppressed the surging Sin of Hell's River, squashing down its desperate urge to counter-attack. "I said I'd keep my promise and let you go. No one will look for you, and you won't be in any trouble."

"You 'said'?"

Moriah's voice was rather unusual. It was calm and indifferent, "That doesn't sound like a strong guarantee."