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 witch did not recognize the badge emitting heat that was close at hand, she simply squinted her eyes and looked at the insignia that belonged to the Duchess on that badge:


"Earlier, there were rumors in Tobesk City that there was a man who could spend the night at the Duchess of Saradiel's manor."


"I thought it was just a rumor, but it turned out to be true."


Although Shard was somewhat surprised by the other party directly recognizing him, he did not panic, having already thought through what to do if he really had to face the witch:


After all, he was sure that Hevy Aurora had no intention of killing him outright.


"Mr. Hamilton, are you really a man? Or rather, what exactly are you?"


The witch asked softly, drawing closer to Shard, so close that Shard could even count her eyebrows.


Chapter 406 Wordplay and the Gold Ring