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

Leon, who was completely unaware that he had nearly been courted by Eriv as a son-in-law, turned his head toward the banners unfurled beside the Sealing Lord.


He noticed that the Baron seemed to have prepared only the family emblem's banner and had not arranged for the King's flag.


According to his understanding, strictly speaking, adding a Square Banner in this manner in Orland seemed somewhat irregular.


However, all present were trustworthy members of the Farolis Family, so no one minded the ceremonial details the Sealing Lord had intentionally altered.


Eriv rose from his seat, drawing the Thorny Blade, which had been lost and then recovered after more than a decade.


"Leon Pendragon of Selva, step forward."


Leon composed his expression, the Knight Armor clanking audibly as he moved heavily to the center of the hall, knelt on one knee on the clean carpet, and placed his hand on the sword handle, waiting to be anointed by the Sealing Lord.


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