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The Kind Prince Who Became An Evil Lord of Darkness

Betrayal is a wound that every man has felt, I wrote this story to show how it can make a man strong. "What is the difference between a hero, a villain and a coward? A hero uses his sword to protect people A villain uses people to protect his sword Both are better than a coward A coward has no sword, and uses empty words to protect his life A sword is not just a man's weapon, it is a man's ambition, and without ambition, a man is merely a coward. In order to be a hero or a villain a man must have ambition. The difference between the two is where that ambition lies." -The Dark Prince In 17th century France, the rich nobles control the world with a magic system called "Artifacts". Prince an innocent hearted prince of the Bourbon Kingdom, one day has his life thrown into chaos by betrayal, and inherits an "Artifact" that is the ancient spirit of "The Dark King". Through misfortune after misfortune, Prince eventually loses everything and starts his life over without a royal name. Prince vows to make his way back to the top hiding amongst the everyday people of France. Prince is a Japanese style light novel based on Machiavelli’s classic "The Prince". Although this work takes influence from it, the story, quotes, and characters are all completely original. It is mostly the concept of good and evil that is borrowed from Machiavelli.

Gaburieru · Fantasy
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214 Chs

Chapter: 193: Marls III

Wasting no time, Marlin charged forward, blade in hand, as a fiery sundance erupted from his palm, stretching far into the heavens. The towering pillar of flame scorched the earth in his wake, leaving a trail of smoldering fire behind him as he hurtled toward his opponent.

Ragnar, his red skin grotesquely peeling and warping from the intense heat, stood firm, planting his feet as if to brace for impact. The chainmail draped over his shoulders began to char and melt, the embers chewing through the metal like paper. And yet, Ragnar's expression was defiant, his lips curling into a sinister grin.

"I do not fear the flames, boy," Ragnar growled. His guttural voice rumbled like an avalanche. "For the flames are where I will find my eternal rest. You are merely welcoming me home!"