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

He still remembered, when the other party almost became the last Family Head of the Thorny Flower Family, after much maneuvering, presenting the tax money in the Royal Palace, earnestly begging for the inheritance of the title with a do-or-die determination.


After a while, Lydwen no longer continued his scrutiny and, with a sweep of his robe, strode past Eriv Farolis.


"...With such sharp thorns like you all around me, I can sleep peacefully in the future."


With these words, without looking back, he made a gesture behind him. The Flying Dragon, which was overlooking everyone from on high, immediately let out a low chant, turned its body, and with its wings whistling, soared into the sky, flying towards the camp the Thorny Flower Family had arranged for it.


Ines, who was at the front of the procession, silently followed her father's footsteps.


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