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

Standing on the third-floor balcony of the high tower, Lola raised her hand and gave a shake, a response to Leon below, who did not forget to wave goodbye as he departed.


Although she would soon quietly follow him, for now, she made it appear as though she was staying within the tower.


Watching him pass through the Magic Veil and descend from the high steps, Miss Mage lowered her arms and turned back inside to Aphrodite's room.


After reaching the bedroom's draped, large bed in just a few steps, she lightly jumped~


Her petite figure bounced slightly on the bed then sunk into the soft velvet bedding.


Burying her face in the pillow, she lay sprawling lazily as if reminiscing, as if feeling melancholic.


Turning over, Lola's arm rested on her forehead while she gazed blankly at the splendid canopy above, her golden pupils unfocused as though looking towards a distant past.


Chapter 140: The Real Culprit