Masterless Sword

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.

Tonicquill

_Lunaelle

TheRealSeal

EndlessFantasy Translation 

Kingdom's Bloodline

Mogumoguchan

Quah0684

It had been six years. At some point in time, the prince had grown to not hate his current way of living: away from conflicts and conspiracies, death and bloodshed.

He had been attending classes, training, reading, playing chess, relaxing, and put under curfew...

He was surrounded by Wya, Ralf, Aida, Lisban, Nicholas, Justin, Ginghes… and that girl.

But Thales knew—a small voice in the depth of his heart had been reminding him of one thing, and it became clearer since Putray's visit—that his current peace would not last long, considering his fate of constantly experiencing hardships.

Destiny would not show a sign of good faith for no apparent reason. Accidents often occurred without warning.

The prince sighed and flipped open "The Light of Humanity: The Beginning and End of the Temple of Knights". He took out a familiar blue invitation.

Thales looked at the beautiful cursive writing on it; there were only three words.

First Lesson