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 girl spoke as if she had come to terms with it, but before her words finished, she, who thought she had accepted her mother's passing from this world, suddenly felt a slight soreness and longing in her eyes.


She paused, holding back the heart palpitations that came out of nowhere, and lowered her head to rest against the other's chest.


Leon, seeing Olivia's suddenly fragile expression, had no choice but to hold her tightly in his arms.


Relying on the warm comfort, the girl slowly steadied the heartache of yearning for her dearly departed.


"As a child, I couldn't understand my mother's constant sadness. She was very gentle with me, but I rarely saw her smile sincerely.


Until that day... when my mother quietly went to sleep in bed and, no matter how much I shook her, she never opened her eyes again.


But it was also that day when I saw a smile on her face, free from all burdens.


Chapter 145 Resting Under the Tree_2