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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 · Fantasy
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585 Chs

As Long As the Shadow Shield Does Not Die, They Will Eternally Follow the Form

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

*Bang!*

Before the man could put on a shocked face, he was lifted into the air by the tall and strong Lampard.

Thales and Little Rascal, who watched the scene outside the window, were stunned.

"Why did he—" Little Rascal cowered in fear.

Thales cut Little Rascal off, calmly observing the situation. "Be quiet. Keep watching."

The stranger suddenly found himself in a dangerous situation and reacted quickly, extending both of his hands. In one hand he held a dagger, and in the other a long spike. He thrust both weapons at Lampard. But before he can fully extend his arms, someone forcefully clamped his arms together from behind.

One of Eckstedt's Five War Generals, Black Sand Region's 'Fire Knight', Lord Tolja—whom Thales had met a few times and who escorted him to Dragon Clouds City—appeared behind the stranger. Stone-faced, he held the man's struggling arms.

Lampard continued to impassively grab the stranger by the neck.