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 uneven ground was one thing, but traversing the forest was truly torturous for the limping old knight, and it wasn't necessary for him to come along.


Currently, the sheer number of elite soldiers, including Leon and others, was already overkill for the task of annihilating a nest of Wild Goblins.


"Answering the call and at your service, my lord," Larian, who had come with the army, greeted Leon.


The expression on the Ranger Knight's face was somewhat excited. This was his first genuine demon-hunting mission since being employed by Leon.


He and Magrina had spent their days quite comfortably in Avalon Castle, living in the Lord's Fortress with its myriad wonderful facilities, which was even better than his home in the south.


But the more comfortable his days were, the more Larian felt ashamed to be drawing a high salary while doing nothing for a while.


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