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

Leon nodded upon hearing the words, keeping them in mind, and then looked at Count Eriv.


"So, my lord, are you now subjugated to Charlemagne because you fear that breaking free from his control might anger him?"


"It's not just that. It's not that I don't dare betray him, but that I entirely 'cannot' betray him because it's impossible..."


Eriv looked at the healed wound on his palm and let out a helpless, bitter smile.


"According to the spies I've sent out, people now call us 'vampires'? That's quite an apt term." He leaned against the throne, casting a glance at everyone.


"Did you see those vampires who obeyed my commands just now? They are all 'blood kin' that I created, unable to defy any orders I give, just like I can control their thoughts deep within their minds. Charlemagne's orders and will are just the same for me, Balfe, Agerion, Krosh, and others at this moment."


Chapter 358: Bones and Blood