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 administrative room of Glade County.


Handling the heavy government affairs, he glanced over at his eldest son at another desk, who had just finished reading a letter from Avalon. Eriv put down his pen, looked up from the authorized document he had been writing, and asked leisurely, "Well? Regarding this application to establish a Knight Order, if you were in my position now, how would you respond?"


The young master of the Thorny Flower Family, already granted the title of Baron, Fedor, seriously pondered over his father's test.


After much consideration, he furrowed his brows and gave his opinion, "Sir Lokhak and Sir Azeryan are already close friends of Baron Leon; their relationship is too tight. Now they want to form an alliance under the name of a Knight Order, which practically makes them one family. If this continues, are those two Sirs your vassals or his vassals?"


Chapter 188 Eriv's Response