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

Back at his own residence, Sir Leon saw Kovis meticulously folding the Sword Wing Square Flag in the hall as soon as he entered the house.


At the long table, still drinking, Azeryan and Lokhak saw their companion enter and immediately set down their cups with utmost seriousness, stood up from the table, and made a chest-touching salute.


"Congratulations on your promotion, Mr. Leon," the two mocked in perfect unison.


It was appropriate for a lower-ranked knight to pay respects to a higher-ranked knight.


It was just that the honorific "Mr." was obviously a bit exaggerated, so Leon stepped forward and, amused, punched each of them in the shoulder: "Did you two conspire to tease me?"


"What are you talking about, Sir Leon? Things going smoothly, it wouldn't be odd for you to become a Baron in a year or two. I am merely teaching Lokhak in advance how to greet a high-ranking noble," Azeryan joked with a waving finger.


Chapter 115: Leisurely Days as Usual