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

Upon hearing a sound from the edge of the clearing, Miss Feliana and the Tree Witch looked up to see the Moon Witch emerging with a torch, followed by Shard.


The area showed little change from when Shard had last left; rings of powder were scattered around the campfire as the center, and beside the reddish-gold fire lay two small tents, a water kettle, a small mirror, a wooden box, a basin with soaking clothes, and other assorted sundry items. This time, however, there were additional piles of wood, seemingly stockpiled for the campfire.


The witches by the campfire stood up, all smiling as they saw Shard appear.


"Good evening, Miss Feliana. I've returned alive, thanks to the advice you gave me. Oh, and here is the information I found."


Shard, following the Moon Witch to the campfire, handed a briefcase filled with documents to Miss Feliana, the text of which was in the language of the Sixth Era, but presumably, the witches had means to translate it.


Chapter 303: The Witches' Trouble