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.

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_Lunaelle

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EndlessFantasy Translation 

Kingdom's Bloodline

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Saroma furrowed her eyebrows and looked impatient once more. "You must have a very good reason for coming back to this topic?"

Thales let out a forced cough. "Saroma—"

But before he could finish, Ian chuckled.

"No offense, My Lady, but don't see yourself as too important." The heir of the City of Faraway Prayers raised a finger and shook his head slightly. "You must know that not everyone is crying, fighting, and getting bruised and battered just to marry you."

Ian suddenly turned and looked at Thales with a mysterious expression. "Right?"

Thales felt awkward. He let out a few unnatural coughs again. "Saroma, he means that—"

The Writers of Legend (One)