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

In the early morning, Leon awoke to a gentle sensation at his front.


The lovely touch of skin made him unwilling to open his eyes that were closed; he only tightened his embrace around the girl in his arms, that cozy laziness making him yearn for the messy bed behind him.


Olivia's eyes still held pity as her fingers gently brushed across her lover's solid, taut chest, her fingertips afraid to hurt the scars.


On Leon's body, the dark bruises, stark against his skin tone, looked like dye splash clearly on the canvas.


"Does it really not hurt?" Olivia carefully caressed them.


Those were injuries caused by Leon's jousting duel with Canis.


Despite armored heavily and the resilience from the Boiling Heart, the head-on charge had still dented their chest armor, transferring a part of the terrifying force to each other.


The jousting spears collected after the battle had their blade tips crushed into lumps of crude iron.


Chapter 133: Envoy from Wolf Territory