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

Speaking, he asked curiously, "And you? Are you the army of the Klonia Kingdom or mercenaries hired by the Chamber of Commerce to save us?"


Leon raised an eyebrow at the dwarf warrior's inquiry.


He naturally had never heard of this organization.


But in the other's words, the predecessor of Orland, the Klonia King's Domain, was referred to with the "Kingdom" suffix like a nation...


Moreover, this dwarf referred to that thousand-years-ago founder of Orland, the ancestor of Olivia and former Flame Sun Forbidden Guard Commander who was demoted by Lola, the Dusk Knight Gervin, as "His Majesty."


How did these short folks survive till now?


Even if the time and space were distorted in the spirit-like field, surviving for so long... Leon remembered that the Magic Guidebook's Ethnography said Helarnians only lived about three hundred years.


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