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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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Little Rascal’s ‘Consolation’

Traductor: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Little Rascal sat on a wooden crate in a daze, and watched as the White Blade Guards around her busily tended to their wounds, changed, discussed, and prepared for departure.

Every single one of them had been respectful to her. Even when they were in a rush, they did not forget to clear a spot for her to rest, promising her clean water and food.

She was drowsy.

But like an alarm, the fear and anxiety that intruded her mind startled her awake as she was close to falling asleep each time.

It made her feel as though she was in between a dream and reality.

'But this is how it is, isn't it?' Little Rascal lowered her head, asking herself bitterly.

'Was everything I've experienced since last night not a nightmare?

'But I…'

Little Rascal sniffled, touching her petite face, which had been wiped clean.

She sat on the wooden crate in loneliness, watching people come and go.