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

Shard hesitated for a moment, but decided to be honest:


"Well, I'm not always alone at night... Actually, Princess Lecia invited me to watch an opera together tonight... in her private box."


The girl with the headscarf raised an eyebrow:


"Speaking of that princess, I still don't understand why Dorothy agreed to let her join you two..."


She couldn't discuss this topic in a public place:


"Have fun tonight, and I hope that poor princess remembers to bring the Ever-Youth Leaf."


She stopped speaking because Shard suddenly had a serious expression on his face.


The Outlander looked again towards the staircase:


Luviya didn't look over, as too many eyes could alert the perceptive Circle Sorcerers.


Chapter 1013: The 4th Chosen One