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 female poet, with a beguiling smile, surprisingly rose and sauntered to the soldiers' table, her hand suggestively resting on the warrior leader's shoulder, her head tilted flirtatiously.


"Don't mind me, but let me offer you some more passionate poems, you don't mind if I sit closer to sing, do you~? I can entertain you with more than just my voice~"


"Do you have a side business? That's interesting." Hearing her brazen implication, the soldier leader caught a whiff of the beauty's fragrance, which warmed his heart. He smiled in delight, rapidly pushing away his comrades to make room for the curvaceous female poet.


This tavern had no dancers, and in Lord Pendragon's territory, soldiers normally wouldn't dare to act rashly with the local tavern maids. They usually had to satisfy their needs by returning to the camp women's tents at the supply base, but... the local laws in Selva didn't particularly restrict such voluntary solicitations.


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