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

"Your Highness, His Majesty's court meeting has already ended," the servant reminded.


"Just in time, I need to see Father," Eric instructed his attendant to follow.


The entourage descended the winding stairway from the Dragon Nest behind the mountain, mounted the horses waiting at the base—chosen to avoid startling the Flying Dragons—, and hurried back to the Royal Palace.


Entering the inner city of the Royal Court, Eric dismounted and walked toward the main hall where his father resided, passing by the Royal Garden. There, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.


Seeing a girl leisurely sipping tea under a parasol amongst the flowers by the lake, he was pleasantly surprised.


Calling out his sister's name, Eric approached her quickly with a smile.


The golden-haired girl under the parasol, hearing the call, looked up with her blue eyes.


Chapter 142 Orland Royal Family (Thanks for the Monthly Pass and Alliance Leader)_2