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

I'm just lucky that little blonde girl knocked me down, or else I might actually have taken a life on your territory...uh, that's not quite accurate either. When we attacked, I did crush a couple of annoying guard dogs that wouldn't stop barking."


"You haven't killed any of Selva's villagers?" Leon asked from the side. It was indeed the first time he heard the other party personally confirm this.


Mamor turned to look at Leon. "Believe it or not, it's true. I'm not exactly a paragon of virtue, but having practiced martial arts for decades, I've always preferred to challenge the strong. Unless commanded by the Sealing Lord, I have no interest in drawing my sword against the weak for slaughter.


However, I'm not the model of a Knight either. Had I not been injured and bedridden, I might have still raised my butcher's blade under Lord Dawson's orders.


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