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

Servants within the castle, actually plotting against a staying guest?


Such humiliation, even for someone as even-tempered as him, was utterly intolerable.


Yet at this moment, still no one had come from the castle, Leon couldn't help but turn around and roar outside the door, "Guards——!! Where are the guards?! Are all the damn guards deaf?!"


Olivia looked at the youth before her, showing an anger she had never seen before, and couldn't help but reach out and tug at his sleeve.


"Don't be angry, Leon, I'm not hurt. This guy was so clumsy, sauntering in and getting knocked down by me straight away."


But Leon, in his rage, couldn't swallow his panic from a moment ago, and helplessly said to the girl, "You're not hurt because you're strong enough, but what if you were just an ordinary girl..."


Chapter 107 Conspiracy_3