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

The girl's shy, hurried footsteps faded away outside.


Leon first sat back down in his chair, took a deep breath, and tried to calm his heart, which pounded like a locomotive engine.


In the room with no one else, his feigned calmness began to crack, unable to maintain his facade of propriety.


The joy and excitement bubbling up from receiving such clear affirmation from the girl he had long fancied caused his smile to grow wider and wider until it reached the back of his ears.


Leon suddenly sprang from his seat, beaming with delight.


He threw several jubilant punches into the air, so elated that he seemed almost to twist and contort with happiness, writhing in the dark.


His chest heaved with unrestrained excitement, and Leon wished he could dash out of the main castle and go crazy, running laps around the square.


Chapter 107: Conspiracy