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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 · Fantaisie
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585 Chs

Mindis Hall was still filled with a persistent but restrained noise (except maybe for the northern and dwarven guests). Important guests arrived one after another; the area around the banquet hall turned into a familiar social scene for the upper echelons of the capital.

The host of the banquet, Thales, was still faithfully performing his duties.

"So, Your Grace, it was such a pity to have missed you, but who knows, this might all be part of the Sunset Goddess' plan?" Vicar General Stylia Nydis nodded politely to the Duke of Star Lake. He was frank, humble and sympathetic, which invariably gave everyone a good first impression. "…this gave me a chance to reflect: did I mind because of the vanity and status that the position represented, or was it because of my determination and conviction in spreading the belief…Of course the outcome of my reflection has left me in shame…"