Miracle Card Shop: All My Cards Can Be Actualize - Chapter 20 The Taboo Of The Curtained World

I found myself possessing the body of a young master who everyone was eager to kill. I’m invincible, so let them try to kill me. It’s only for one second, though.

A simple childhood love story.

The female lead’s name is Xiao Tu (Bunny) and the male lead’s name is Ling Chao (Super). As neighbors who were born a month apart, they grew up, went to school, and graduated together.

Tu Tu is a cute and good girl. Even though she’s not really smart, she’s not stupid. Since she is skilled in martial arts, the guys are scared of her.

Ling Chao is smart and cool, but also stuffy and quiet. He is the brainy type who excels in studies.

Tu Tu’s mother wishes her daughter would grow up and marry Ling Chao, but her father disagrees and wants Tu Tu to get to know other boys.

- Description from Novelupdates

Raidorl Zain was born and raised as the second prince of the Kingdom of Zain.

Raidorl lived a peaciful life surrounded by his kind elder brother and loyal vassals, however his fate completely changed drastically during his coming-of-age ceremony when he was chosen to be the holder of “Dáinsleif “, the excalibur (sacred sword) of the royal house.

His brother the first prince started to hate him as an enemy that threatened his claim to the throne, his vassals and even his own fiancée abandoned him and he was banished to a town in develpment at the borders alone.

Since then, Raidorl has struggled to survive at the borders that were a monster’s domain, gaining the trust of those around him, he found a new happiness with his friends in that poor and harsh life.

However… his fate change once again when the neighboring Arsline Empire started to invade the Kingdom of Zain.

Forced by his brother to fight to protect the kingdom from the Empire’s invasion, Raidorl decides to plot a rebellion against the overly selfish demands of all those people that banished him.

When the exiled prince takes the sacred sword on his hand, the curtains of a new heroic legend will open!

The sacred sword legend that started with “Rebellion”, begins here!

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