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

Leaning on his long sword, Leon stood with his back against the corridor wall, guarding the open door of the Lord's room.


He glanced at the noble youth who still lay on the floor, deep in slumber.


According to Knight Marcello, the boy seemed to be the child of Baron Anquela, a second son of a noble who had been sent to serve as a Knight Attendant in the Farolis Family for many years.


The youth had been redressed by Leon, but it seemed that the effects of the drug had not worn off, and he continued to sleep soundly, oblivious to everything.


Looking at the other side, there lay two bodies dressed as castle servants, thieves in disguise.


The tall and the short thief's corpses were perhaps due to the effect of the poison, stiff and bizarre, beyond saving.


In desperation, without other options, Leon asked Marcello to gather all the liquor and water that could be found in the Lord's room and forcefully poured it into the two thieves' mouths.


Chapter 110 Temporary Dust Settling