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

Standing around for photographs is actually rather dull, and as Shard maintained his smile, his eyes swept through the crowd.


Thus, he once again saw Miss Beyas in the brightly lit banquet hall. This time it was definitely not an illusion. The female sorcerer with brown hair wore a formal gown. Seeing Shard notice her, she immediately made a shushing gesture, then turned her head and dived into the crowd as if she didn't want Shard to know what she was doing.


"At least this time she didn't dress up as a maid."


For a long time afterward, Shard didn't see Miss Beyas again. After the entire knighting ceremony was completed, Shard stood with a few dukes under the arrangement of the attendant officer, waiting for the king to award medals to others who had received honors.


Chapter 215: Interview, Cards, and Beyas