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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

World Class Battle Worthy of Being Written in Historical Poems

Traductor: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

"Your Grace, are you sure you do not need to take a rest? I mean, perhaps you could get a new shield…" Procca said hesitantly.

Before his eyes was Thales, who had just stood up pathetically. His face was covered with dust and sand, while his attire was torn and dirty.

"No, thank you, Logistics Officer Procca. "

Thales took a deep breath. He rotated his wrists while he felt for the center of balance in his practice sword. 

"Your attitude is much better than that of the trainers in Ekstedt. Naturally, you are also better than some Constellatiates." 

Procca forced himself to smile. 

Around the training field were the Royal Guards, who had gathered together again. They were slightly more annoyed now than they were moments ago, but Mallos' silence kept them quiet. They did not raise any objection. 

Pressure returned to the training field. 

Thales clenched his left fist tightly.