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

He shook his head to steady his mind, Leon continued to undo the rough cloth ribbon that bound the girl's hair.


Under the candlelight, resplendent blonde hair naturally fell on Olivia's delicate shoulders.


Raising his hand, Leon gently cradled the girl's hair like handling treasure, carefully combed through the strands that swept across his palm with a comb.


He remembered the techniques from his previous life when he used to fuss over his wild little sister's hair, focused entirely on carefully separating and braiding.


Feeling her hair being attentively combed, her head continuously being caressed and fiddled with by Leon's hands.


Although she felt extremely shy inside, Olivia's body, on the other hand, gradually relaxed due to this inexplicable sense of comfort.


In the quiet room, only the faint sound of brushing hair remained, the initially delicate awkwardness quietly dissipated with their contact.


Chapter 106: The Night of the Agreement_2