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

At this moment, a melodious voice suddenly interrupted.


"...Count Rahman, this time you really cannot blame Lord Ostdor." Ines, accompanied by Agatha and Count Ackman, approached the two counts who were conversing.


The old war dog of the western border, often called "old geezer" and "old undead" by his former enemies, had a voice that could be heard by the girl from eight zhang away.


Ines estimated that if her father were not younger than him, the old earl would probably call her father the same.


Rahman's voice caught for a moment, then he coughed twice awkwardly before quieting down, turning to look at the young princess: "...Your Highness."


The frail young princess before him had long won the respect of the lords of West.


The girl's extraordinary military tactics and offensive strategies had saved countless unnecessary casualties for West Territory.


Compared to Lydwen III, Rahman had a better impression of this young princess.


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