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 looked at the icy cold stone floor and quickly waved her hands, concerned, "No, it's so cold now, the floor is too chilly."


Halfway through her sentence, she noticed the mischievous smile that the young man couldn't hide, and Olivia furrowed her delicate eyebrows, realizing what was happening.


She crossed her arms, mumbling in complaint, "...are you teasing me again?"


Leon couldn't help laughing inwardly, shook his head and smiled, "That's why I definitely wouldn't let you sleep on the floor, let's just make do tonight."


However, he still shrugged his shoulders, reassuringly saying, "Don't worry, I won't do anything over the line, we'll each sleep under our own blankets."


Leon bent over and tucked in the edges of the two blankets, dividing them into two separate sleeping areas. It was lucky that the castle's guest room beds were big enough for nobles.


"Does this make you feel less shy?" he straightened up and spread his hands to the girl, "Or do you still not want to?"


Chapter 111 "Framing and Scapegoating"_2