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

Agatha by her side felt slightly ashamed; she was moved by how much Her Highness trusted her. If it were in the past, she indeed had the confidence to ensure Her Highness's complete safety under the protection of a Great Knight...


But she had just unexpectedly encountered an unheard-of formidable Swordsman in the countryside, and at this moment, she felt somewhat unable to guarantee complete safety.


Of course, she would not speak out to undermine Her Highness's stance; after all, it was an accident. To casually wander near the camp in the countryside and stumble upon an obscurely strong young female Swordsman, was indeed too "fortunate."


"It may be true that no one dares to hurt you, but some dare to hurt me. That bastard Orad is relentlessly seeking trouble with me; if he can't find you, then I become his punching bag," complained Ackman as he nudged his steed, catching up to the Princess's mount, a mixture of outrage and grievance squeezing through his plump face.


Chapter 167: Impression_2