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

In the Selva Camp at the moment, if nothing went awry, there was likely the first soccer field in the world.


Leon understood that soldiers were not machines; they needed relaxation. Since he didn't allow dancers in his army, he had to find a way to let his full-time elite soldiers vent their excess energy without enduring ceaseless training.


Even in the previous world's art, such austere warriors as Astarte had entertainment during their rare leisure time.


Chapter 168: Sparring in the Barracks_4