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

The continuous night rain outside the window kept falling, and besides the sound of the rain, the intermittent sound of the waltz music coming from downstairs also drifted up. Shard was inside the closet. He tried hard to imagine what was happening outside the closet, but with only the sound of conversations to go by, it was difficult for him to fully grasp each scene.


"The Aphrola family certainly doesn't have such a tradition, just now, I was merely seeing to a spider—please allow me to apologize for my rudeness."


The witch said, her reply noticeably nonchalant.


"I've heard the rumors about you, that you like..."


Shard, from within the wardrobe, could almost picture Lecia furrowing her lovely brows as she said this.


"There's nothing to hide, I fancy beautiful girls."


Shard could also imagine the witch saying this with a smile:


"Indeed, I have had an encounter with a certain member of the Cavendish Royalty... She has a beautiful waist."


Chapter 405 Shard's Sneeze