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

"But Leon did not want his friend to turn into a new thug after wielding his sword and shedding blood."


"Fortunately, there were no signs indicating that Lokhak was inclining that way yet."


"Otherwise, the lad would not have questioned the other today, following his innate nature."


"Leon," Olivia suddenly urged her horse closer.


"Hmm?" Leon turned his head in response.


"The guy just now said that our army from Orland would also commit atrocities like those in Selva within Kantadar territory... Is that true??" the girl asked, frowning.


Hearing this, Leon sighed. He did not want to deceive her nor could he, for she would inevitably become aware of this reality.


After a moment's thought, he could only nod: "I am afraid that might indeed be the case."


To the feudal armies of this era, burning, killing, and looting enemy villages and razing towns were not a matter of moral choice.


Morale, wealth, striking at the enemy's war potential.


Chapter 103: Promise_3