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

For instance, one day, the curse that had stretched across Southern Kosos for a thousand years suddenly vanished for unknown reasons. A certain lord discovered this and subsequently led his army to launch a surprise attack on the Kantadar Kingdom, seizing a large swath of territory...


"Eriv, what kind of dream are you talking about?" Baron Gunnar frowned upon hearing this.


The nobles in the tent were all puzzled.


Only Mage Met softly raised his eyebrow, but his gaze held some disbelief.


"Forgive me, the lord who seized the opportunity to head south and plunder, was none other than myself. Please forgive the Thorny Flower Family for not announcing this news sooner. However, I believe everyone present here, except for the esteemed general, would have made the same choice as I did," Eriv continued coolly, confessing to all the lords present.


Count Trosa leaned forward slightly, frowning at Baron Thorny Flower, weighing the diversion of the topic like a jest in this "story."


Chapter 146: Arbitration Meeting, Back from the Dead_2