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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 · แฟนตาซี
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585 Chs

Affectionate and United

นักแปล: EndlessFantasy Translation บรรณาธิการ: EndlessFantasy Translation

Thales' expression was stiff over the ten something seconds Dean climbed up from the ground.

'What the hell?'

It was as if time had frozen. He slowly moved his gaze to look at Quick Rope, who was beside him.

Quick Rope also stared at Thales in a daze.

At the other side of the tavern, Stake slowly narrowed his eyes and scrutinized the man who climbed out of the sack. "That's…" 

"Dean!" An exclamation answered Stake's question, and all chances of no one recognizing Dean were shattered, thereby also crushing Thales' chances of getting out of this situation unharmed.

Many people turned and saw the shocked Tampa.

The owner of My Home pointed at Dean, and then at Thales and Quick Rope, who were smiling awkwardly. His tone fluctuated.

"Why are you here…?"

Dean did not answer.

He swayed, grabbed a chair, and leaned against the bar counter. He panted non-stop and coughed softly.

"F*ck," Dean cursed again.