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

"Madam... Madam, please wake up~ Madam~..."  


A young girl's tearful childish voice faintly traveled from behind the door down the corridor, her panic-stricken sobs sounding both melodious and pitiful.  


"... The guard has been killed, it seems like thieves have entered the castle! Are you okay, Madam? I... I'm so scared~ Should I go outside to find someone, Madam! Madam~!..."  


This sudden cry and the sound of running interrupted the actions of the man on the bed, who was immediately frightened back by the rising excitement.  


Beside him, a man dressed as a servant, strong and startling, immediately clutched the sharp sword he had taken from the body of a guard.  


The man on the bed turned almost instantly with angry eyes toward the man by the bed.  


He couldn't believe that his accomplice had carelessly forgotten to burn incense in a maid's room somewhere unknown?  


The strong man's brow furrowed even more unbelievably.  


Chapter 109 Poison