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 towering and majestic walls of the Royal Court enclosed the resplendent Royal Palace perched on the high grounds, isolating the endless prosperity and noise of the Capital region with its hundreds of thousands of inhabitants.


Behind the high walls, within the Royal Palace, solemn and gorgeous palaces and corridors stretched between the vast complexes of buildings; towers, bridges, and courtyards were adorned with one beautiful garden after another.


Beneath this magnificent array of palatial walls and buildings, the Orland Royal Guard, resplendent in plate armor and holding Long Spears, stood solemnly, monitoring and protecting every corner of the palace.


At this moment, at the end of the Royal Court's main hall corridor, the thick doors isolated the intense debate within the conference hall.


Chapter 142: Orland Royal Family (Thanks for the Monthly Passes and Alliance Leader)