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

If it really wasn't staying nearby anymore, he could indeed breathe easy while raising the Little Griffin, and the horn could later serve as a territory early warning and time signaling device, effectively functioning like a bell tower, which wouldn't be a waste of effort at all.


After discussing matters, Leon briefly parted with Kovis, asked the servants to heat some water, and went back to his room to wash off the dust from his travels.


He rested for a short while, then took out the gifts he had brought back and went to find Azeryan and the other male servants at home, distributing boots and shoes to each of them.


Before dinner, Olivia also arrived at the house, and on his behalf, distributed the hairbands that had nearly caused a laughable mess among the women.


Watching Little Lina overjoyed, eagerly having Miss Elena help tie her hair and put on the hair accessory, Leon's gaze unconsciously lingered on the blue hairband at the back of Olivia's head.


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