Sword of Autumn Wind

In a world hanging by a thread, where fragile order crumbles under the weight of arrogance, an empire's ambition reignites the catastrophes of a forgotten age. 
Ancient souls, long slumbering, awaken to a realm haunted by echoes of castles and towers, consumed by lust, betrayal, and bloodshed. 
Amid the chaos, mysterious cards—relics of a bygone era—stir with untold power, weaving the threads of magic and fate. 
As the past and present collide, an inevitable doom looms on the horizon, drawing ever closer with each passing moment!

Knights and Magic Wand

Should I settle down, study magic, explore the knowledge, and probe the marvelous secrets of this Otherworld?


Leon shook his head, he never thought of himself as a "day-by-day man" with grand ambitions.


"I can't think too far ahead—the future I hope for isn't grand."


He stroked his chin and, after careful thought, answered the girl in front of him:


"One day, I look forward to spending all day in the castle with all my friends, gathered around a long table, eating, drinking, and making merry... Living a peaceful life, day after day, without enduring past disasters and misfortune.


The people around me wouldn't have to worry about having enough food or staying warm, not fearing warfare or plunder, with no tragedies in sight and no constant looks of pain or tears on their faces..."


In such a scene, life, in a sense, was merely the everyday normalcy of his previous life.


Hearing this, the girl smiled and tilted her head: "In that future of yours, is there a place for me too?"


Chapter 97: On the Eve of Storm_2