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

On the way back, riding away from the small village, Ines looked towards Agatha with a slight smile.


"What do you mean?" the Female Knight turned.


"Of course, I mean the people in that mansion, and after meeting them, what image do you have in your mind of Lord Pendragon whom you haven't yet met?" Ines smiled sideways.


Agatha furrowed her brows slightly at these words, raised her hand to her chin, and thought carefully before speaking out her deep impression formed from the very beginning.


"That Miss Olivia... she seemed very dangerous to me. You might find it hard to believe, but that girl's martial arts are extraordinary."


"Dangerous? Are you serious?" Ines blinked in surprise.


"Yes, Your Highness, it's incredible. Although she is a young lady almost the same build as you, she gave me the feeling like facing Sir Kellan..."


"That lady... has the martial prowess of Lord Kellan??"


Chapter 167: Impression