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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

Thales stood at the side of the study table on the second floor while feeling uneasy. He brought out a towel soaked in hot water from the wooden basin. 

He was still dressed in the training uniform, which had different spots soaked with sweat, and also stank. His skin was sticky and oily. The lacerations and bruises ached slightly, and the soreness remained in his body, causing much discomfort to him.

It was as if he returned to the period of time when he was a child beggar. 

But Thales did not say a word.

He merely rubbed his face and his neck quietly. There was a slight bit of expectation and nervousness in him as he occasionally looked at the valiant shadow who had her arms folded before her chest as she stood by the window.