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 then looked to his accomplice, busily at work on the large bed in the room.


A fellow disguised as a servant was deftly stripping the unconscious Baroness of her clothes, deliberately tearing her garments with roughness.


The man who entered after did not delay, quickly tossing the young noble he carried onto the sofa.


Then, he also began to strip the noble young man of his nightclothes.


After undressing the young man from the Anquilla Family, he carelessly threw the noble's clothes by the bed, fabricating the appearance of casually undressing.


He then tossed a dagger with the Anquilla eagle crest on the hilt to his accomplice on the bed.


The accomplice atop the lady caught it and set the noble's dagger aside for the moment.


It wasn't yet time to kill this woman according to the script.


A cold smile curled at his lips as his hands began to undo his own trousers.


Chapter 108: Rescuing the Mistress _3