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

Sir Redo approached the luxurious noble carriage, painted black and adorned with gold ornaments, and asked through the window, "Lady Adelina, the troops have assembled. Should we depart now?"


Lady Adelina diverted her gaze, looking back at the couples at the end of the procession who were bidding each other a reluctant farewell. She unveiled an aunt-like smile, feeling sentimental about the young people's love, and shook her head at Redo. "You, where has your sense of romance from your youth gone? There's no hurry for this short while. Let's just wait a moment."


"Yes," Sir Redo replied, his face revealing a nostalgic, bitter smile. No matter how romantic he had been in his youth, it hadn't won him the heart of his beloved. But now, he had his own beloved wife and children... Time, always the subtle brew that allows one to relinquish one's obsessions.


Pulling on the reins, Redo reined in his horse and gestured with his hand for the soldiers to wait a moment for Selva's knights.


Chapter 169 Going to Archers Castle