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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 · Fantasía
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585 Chs

Yodel knelt in place silently. The eye holes on the strange, dark purple mask were dim. No light could be seen from them.

Thales forced down his thoughts and sighed slightly.

"So, you're here."

Yodel's mask moved.

"Yes," his hoarse and dull voice sounded from under the mask.

"I'm here."

The masked man gently stretched his gloved right hand out.

"I'm always here."

Thales remained silent for a few seconds. The soreness on his arm gradually disappeared.

He took a deep breath.

"Yes."

The prince looked up and showed a gentle smile. "I know.

"I've always known."

He grasped Yodel's palm. Then, with his help, Thales stood up.

The fire on the torch in Yodel's hands flickered and illuminated the area. But when it shone on Yodel, the light shrank back, barely reflecting off his body.

When it shone on his mask, it only served to make his mask look more mysterious and profound.