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 musicians' accompaniment turned lively and joyful, and the atmosphere in the hall relaxed accordingly.


The dances performed by the entertainers in the grand hall slowly began, and the nobles mingled and conversed with one another, celebrating Eriv's elevation to Earl and preparing to receive the King and various Lords; the banquet had entered the "intermission" phase.


Servants arranged a variety of exquisite desserts on the neat long tables for guests to enjoy.


Wine attendants wove through the esteemed crowd, offering the prized cellars of the Farolis Family as well as fine wines gathered from Archers.


Leon and other vassals of the Thorny Flower Family took turns congratulating their Sealing Lord and his spouse.


As for Count Rahman, who was fuming and plotting to skin his son-in-law just a while ago, he now beamed with pride, boasting to everyone about his discerning eye in giving away his daughter many years ago.


Chapter 172: News of Rolannar