Kingdom Bloodline

Chapter 66, End of Volume: Thales Shining Star, the Second Prince
"The Cullen family, yes!"

"Yes, Javier!"

"Armond, yes!"

Three cheers of approval rang out in succession.

Thales suddenly jolted awake, his brain starting to count the number of people.

He then involuntarily increased his breathing.

He looked at Gilbert, whose eyes were filled with barely suppressed excitement.

Kusder Nanthurst stared wide-eyed for a full twenty seconds before he could figure out what had just happened!

He looked incredulously at the smiling old Duke Cullen, his breathing quickening rapidly!
Dastan and Count Sorel, standing behind him, stared at each other in disbelief.

what happened.

what happened!

“So, eight people voted against, ten voted in favor, and one abstained,” Kulen said with a smile, panting as he announced the vote count: “More than half voted in favor.”

“It seems we don’t need to participate,” sighed Morat, the “Black Prophet,” as he watched all this. “The backup plan is canceled.”

"The situation was decided the moment the Iris turned against us."

"In the end, it was that child's methods that worked."

Raphael smiled easily, nodded, and pulled the glove back to his wrist.

“The High Council has decided that the law regarding illegitimate children does not apply to this child,” Duke Cullen said with a forced smile on his plump face. “This child can have the surname of Shining Star, as well as all the rights of a prince.”

"The bloodline of the Brilliant Star has been restored, and the stars have successors."

"Congratulations, Your Majesty."

King Catherine V finally gave a stingy smile, nodded, and gestured to Gilbert.

The hall erupted once again with a deafening roar!
Applause, cheers, shouts, and a constant stream of people crowding the guards' shield line.

Kusder ignored what Kulen said, and just stared wide-eyed at Duke Kulen in front of him.

Bob Cullen.

You are the beginning of all this.

You are the one who...

But you...

but……

You.

traitor.

“Make him your future king,” Kusder stared intently at Duke Cullen, gritting his teeth as he uttered the words, “You will regret this one day!”

The dukes had different expressions. Val stared blankly at Thales, Janne crossed his arms and sneered, Falkenhaus stared at everyone with amusement, and Lyanna's face remained cold, only occasionally glancing at Thales.

At that moment, Thales's mind went blank.

Have you passed this hurdle today?

Gilbert, his expression excited, waved his hand and took a plate from a servant beside him. On it was a rolled-up document.

"Your Majesty, young master."

"Although it was somewhat simple and rushed, the necessary ceremonies still had to be performed."

King Catherine V nodded expressionlessly.

With trembling hands, Gilbert handed the scroll, sealed with a nine-pointed star fire wax seal, to the Supreme King.

The nobles, each with their own distinct expression, slowly dispersed, leaving the center of the terrace to the father and son.

"Kneel down." King Kessel V looked at Thales with a complex but extremely serious expression.

The boy regulated his breathing and knelt down on one knee.

coming.

He said to himself.

this day.

Although this is not the future he can choose, wants to choose, or desires to choose.

But in this dangerous and unknown world, he was like a small boat tossed about by giant waves, powerless to control his own destiny.

In fact, the fact that he is still alive is already incredibly lucky.

And now... Thales looked across at the other side.

King Catherine V removed the sealing wax from the scroll and slowly unrolled it.

Tens of thousands of people in Star Gathering Square watched as a small figure knelt before His Majesty the King, and they excitedly began to cheer, roar, shout, and clap their hands. Some even began to storm the city guards and the order line of the guardhouse.

"Brilliant Star—Brilliant Star—"

"In the name of the thirty-ninth Supreme King of the Star Kingdom, the Southern Islands, and the Western Desert, Kessel Mindis Eddie Star."

As King Catherine V read the contents of the scroll, his sky-blue eyes were fixed on Thales.

"The person before me is a descendant of the Radiant Star, a bloodline of the kingdom!"

"The goddess of sunset bears witness to his bloodline."

“His identity is guaranteed by the Royal Family of Shining Star.”

"The High Council recognizes his rights."

God.

King.

Lord.

The three pillars of the stars.

Thales gripped his knees tighter, involuntarily recalling the tumultuous state conference that had just taken place.

"Regardless of your past, when you stand up, that is (You will stand up as)..."

"That is to say..."

At this point, King Kessel V suddenly paused, and the hand holding the scroll trembled slightly.

Thales frowned.

He knew why the king had stopped there.

he knows.

Thales' thoughts drifted back to a few hours earlier.

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In the final corridor leading to the Hall of Stars, Gilbert confirmed Thales' name with him.

"As is customary, members of the royal family have two middle names. The second one is the father's name, and the first one is the name of an important figure who has influenced you... They are usually famous members in the history of the royal family, such as the three kings of the stars you have met, such as the 'Wolf Enemy' of the Extreme Realm, Keira Star, and such as Sumi Star, who is a great musician..."

“Are you sure you want to do this? You know… this name is even rarer than 'Thales,' this will…” Gilbert followed Thales with difficulty.

"Yes, Mr. Gilbert, I have made my decision!"

“It’s like a brand and a memory on my body,” Thales said with a determined look in his eyes, taking one step forward. “No matter the cost, I don’t want to give up.”

“I’m about to become a shining star,” he said, slightly out of breath, recalling what he had seen in the royal cemetery. “But if I can’t control my future, at least let me control my name.”

Thales raised his head and walked forward resolutely.

They showed no intention of turning back.

Gilbert exchanged a complicated glance with Ginny and nodded helplessly.

His Majesty will probably not be pleased.

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Time goes back to the present.

Just as the nobles began to frown and whisper among themselves about His Majesty the King's strange behavior, King Catherine V took a deep breath, as if gathering courage and willpower, and with a voice full of authority and composure, he shouted loudly:

"When you rise, you will be—" "Thales Seranjelana Kessel Star!"

"The Second Prince of the Star Kingdom!"

After reading the contents of the scroll, King Catherine V looked at Thales, but seemed to be lost in thought.

The nobles began to discuss it amongst themselves.

Seranjalana?
Who is that?
Thales Star slowly stood up from the ground.

He is a shining star.

Second prince.

He is also the only prince of the Star Kingdom.

The sole heir of the Supreme King.

The guards hurriedly relayed the message down the chain of command, reaching every corner of Star Gathering Square.

The deafening shouts rose and fell, like waves crashing back, and rang out once more.

But this time, the chaotic and massive shouts of the crowd quickly became clear and distinct because there was a point of reference.

"Tales Seranjelana Kessel Star--"

"The Second Prince—The Second Prince—"

"Tales Seranjelana Kessel Star--"

"The Second Prince—The Second Prince—"

Amidst the deafening cheers, Thales glanced at the sky in a daze.

The setting sun hangs in the west, emitting endless red light.

The light illuminated the exterior of this magnificent Fuxing Palace, making it glow a bright red.

Like the color of blood.

Dusk has fallen.

"Thank you for your hard work today," Gilbert said excitedly as he approached and bowed slightly. "Please come with me."

"His Royal Highness Prince."

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In a certain place on the Eastern Continent.

In a dark and dilapidated building, two men sat around a fire, both wearing white robes embroidered with gold suns.

"Sir, have you heard?" One of the younger men looked up and asked curiously, "The Kingdom of Night has been in turmoil lately. I heard that many vampires have left and fled to the Western Continent."

The older official in charge nodded coldly: "The temple has already sent people to investigate."

"But in the Western Continent, the Sunset Temple's power is stronger than our Sun Temple's, right?" Seeing that the official in charge wasn't giving any hints, the young man tentatively asked, "I've heard that the people of the Western Continent coexist peacefully with vampires and werewolves, and the Sunset Temple no longer hunts dark creatures. Can our people move freely within the Sunset Temple's territory?"

The official in charge raised his head and gave him a cold look.

Why do you think our world is called 'Erol'?

“Huh? I saw that when I was learning languages,” the young priest of the Temple of the Sun scratched his head. “Erol is the god of the sun, who governs the rising and setting of the sun and determines the source of all things—that’s why our world is called the Errol World, isn’t it?”

The official in charge of the Sunrise snorted and said mysteriously, "You were assigned to guard the seal, but you're not qualified to read those historical records yet, so that's all you know."

The young priest's face showed longing and curiosity.

"Our world wasn't originally called Errol—it was renamed Errol after the final battle."

The official in charge said quietly.

"At the end of that war that nearly destroyed the world, the God of the Sun, Errol, sacrificed himself—otherwise, the world would not have been just shattered into two continents."

"The world will henceforth be named Errol in honor of the Holy Sun God and his heroic act of sacrificing himself to save the world."

The young priest's eyes widened in astonishment: "So the legendary God of the Holy Sun was destroyed by those calamities—"

The presiding official, his face cold, raised his hand, interrupting the priest's question, and continued:
"In the embers of the holy day, two gods inherited his light and rose anew."

The young priest suddenly understood something and opened his mouth wide.

"Yes, the Sun Goddess and the Sunset Goddess were originally one, jointly ruling the Holy Sun."

A cold glint flashed in the eyes of the official in charge:
"The holy sun shines on all things; does it discriminate?"

"Can the rituals performed at sunrise take place within the area affected by sunset? That is the answer."

But the official in charge, watching the jubilant priests, silently added to himself:
Of course, that's at least what we think.

As for the sunset...

At that moment, a strange tremor suddenly came from inside the dilapidated and dark building!
Dust fell from the collapsed stone pillars all around.

The two of them changed their expressions at the same time!
No way?
They leaped to their feet and rushed toward the very center of the building with a cold and wary air.

"Prepare the communication candles, don't be stingy!" the official in charge shouted as if facing a formidable enemy.
"To deal with that kind of evil—prepare for the worst!"

They arrived at their destination.

In the dimly lit building, on the stone floor at the very center, a strange pattern was painted with strange paint.

It was a large circle nearly ten meters wide, covered with strange and bizarre formulas and letters. In the very center of the circle was a six-fingered black claw.

The tremors continued.

The young priest looked puzzled and put away a white candle with gold decorations in his hand.

He frowned and said, "The seal is still intact; it hasn't broken free."

But the official in charge remained fully vigilant. Feeling the tremor, he turned to the officer with a serious expression and asked, "But what's going on? This tremor..."

The young priest, as if remembering something, hurriedly pulled an old, black book from his robes, hastily flipped to a page, and painstakingly began to decipher it:

"Unexplained tremors...unexplained tremors...ah, I've got it, it's here!"

But after watching for a while, the priest raised his head and looked at the official in charge with a troubled expression.

"What's wrong?" the official in charge asked unhappily. "You're the only one here who has received complete training in the ancient imperial script!"

"No... This notebook says that occasional disturbances in the seal are quite normal."

The young priest frowned and said:
"But... sudden solar activity, lunar tides, changes in the course of the Hell River, even the Seven Lords of Hell picking their noses and yawning, the Pantheon doing some bedroom renovations—good heavens, what kind of disrespectful language is that—multiple experts of the highest realm passing by, or even the name of the sealed object being called out by many people at the same time, could all trigger energy fluctuations and life disturbances... to varying degrees..."

The priest flipped through his notes, letting out a helpless sigh amidst the sounds of the vibrations:

"Good heavens, I'm truly impressed by these sorcerers. A question has six or seven different conditions and more than twenty possible answers, and after writing it down, they still mark it 'To be continued.' What's the difference between that and not being able to find the answer at all? No wonder they went extinct."

"Shouldn't there be a most likely possibility? Are we just going to ignore it like this?" the official in charge asked, suppressing his anger.

The young priest hurriedly flipped through his notebook, his brows furrowed:
"I don't know, I'm just a third-class white-robed priest of the Dawn Temple... not..."

At that moment, the tremors suddenly stopped.

The two looked up, exchanged a glance, and saw the confusion and relief in each other's eyes.

The tremors stopped.

The official in charge finally breathed a sigh of relief, glared at the priest, and turned to leave.

The priest watched the official's retreating figure and continued speaking with a wronged expression:
"...They're not extinct mages or witches...who know everything and can figure everything out using all sorts of methods..."

Without turning his head, the official said, "You should be glad they're all extinct!"

His tone was full of annoyance.

The young priest, who had been wrongly accused, glanced at the six-fingered black claw and rolled his eyes.

“If those mages hadn’t been wiped out,” the steward’s figure disappeared behind the stone pillar, but his displeased voice continued:
"Who gave you, a newbie, the right to sit here guarding the seal?"

If mages hadn't been wiped out... I certainly wouldn't be here...

but……

The young priest raised an eyebrow, glanced at the circle on the ground out of the corner of his eye, shook his head, and helplessly shrugged.

What a joke.

The book is nearing its end, and it's already surpassed 9 words without me even realizing it. Although it's a flop with less than a hundred favorites, I'm still quite happy, hehe. Because out of my less than a hundred favorite readers, nine people have joined the group to support me! So exciting!
Thales has finally become the second prince of the stars (damn, someone actually asked me who the first one is! Go back and read chapter 39!). A more tortuous and dramatic future awaits him, but it will also be full of fun and challenges! More importantly, the mysteries of this strange world are gradually being revealed!

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Please look forward to the next volume: Dancing with Dragons

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