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

"Yes, sir!" A few soldiers temporarily breathed a sigh of relief, merely being confined and having their lips sealed was already fortunate for them.


"Zabron, go outside and stand guard, and don't let anyone approach the prison."


After ordering the guards to seal off the cells, Leon sighed, staring at the corpse before him and continued to contemplate his strategy.


The incident had already happened, and at least until Baron Eriv returned, they couldn't let the Wolf Family know that their Young Master had died a mysterious and tragic death in jail.


Otherwise, Baron Grey Wolf, in his fury, might really bring his troops back to the region and march all the way from Mamor County to question him.


...just like what those thieves who infiltrated Farolis Castle, attempting to assassinate Lady Adelina, had hoped for, except the roles were now reversed...


He estimated it was the same group of people.


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