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

"Entrusted by a benefactor, I am seeking a place of refuge for these homeless women. My journey brought me through your territory because I heard about your upright and kind deeds in the songs, which is why I have come from afar to visit," Larian replied.


"My deeds?" Leon's face flushed red, and he couldn't help feeling some embarrassment, "You're not talking about 'The Knight of Selva' written by Galliard, are you?"


To be honest, when he first heard the adapted stories from the series of poems about him and Azeryan, Lokhak, at Lady Adelina's noble gathering, he was so mortified he wished he could burrow into the ground with his toes.


Not only was he surprised that the irreverent poet actually wrote an excellent heroic poem praising them, but he was also amazed at how far the content deviated from the truth.


Chapter 137: Fate, Indescribably Wonderful_3