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 did not hide the movements of the Council from Shard:


"The Witch Council consists of thirteen seats, and I hold the seventh seat. The one who went to Coldwater Port was the Third Seat. You might have heard her name, Mrs. Hevy Aurora. I last saw her last summer when I was vacationing by the sea. She was a Twelve-Ring Sorcerer, a Twelfth Rank witch back then. I'm not sure if she has made any progress this past year."


The Outlander pondered for a while before realizing what this name meant.


Hevy Aurora, now twenty-nine, hails from the ancient Aphrola Family, renowned worldwide as a major shipowner. She inherited her ancestors' wealth and, through her own endeavors, now controls some of the trade routes between the Old World and the New World. Along the coasts of the Old Continent, she owns almost a third of the shares in several shipyards.


Chapter 378: The 2nd Witch