Salty Fish Pilot

Arriving in a new world where the steam industry was booming, he inherited a three-story apartment on the capital's royal square, took in someone else's cat, and listened to the whispers at his ear, ready to witness this mysterious and bizarre era.
The epic of the Sixth Era was about to commence, and behind the curtain, The Chosen One was destined to step into legend. Old Gods, Relics, steam, witches, detectives, ancient secrets, the Era's brilliance...
"Would you like to play a round of Roder Cards?"
Time engraved the hours, as Silvermoon illuminated the shadows. I compose your legend, you whisper your verses to me.

Steampunk: Sixth Era Epic

"Miss Galina is part of the Witch Council?"


He had just learned about this organization in detail from Miss Annette during the day, and not long ago, the maid Tifa had directly admitted it. To his surprise, Miss Luisa also knew about this organization.


"Not only Galina Cavendish, but her personal maid, Tifa Servet, must be as well. The witches claim to have inherited the legacy of the last thirteen Witch Empresses of the Fifth Era, forming a council centered around thirteen Grand Witches, and all other members are also female."


"For those in the know, the Witch Council has another 'elegant name.'"


"The Handkerchief Enthusiasts Society."


Shard paused, quickly "flipping through" the "Draleon Common Language Collection" in his head, then he understood that "handkerchief dealings" also implied impure relations among women.


Chapter 137: A Normal Cat