Half-step Purgatory

For a long time, Malin always felt that Fate had been quite generous to him. Although he had to face that life-threatening job every day, as long as he had the lovely Leopard Girl cooking delicious food for him daily, and as long as there was meat to eat and cats to stroke, life wasn't too unbearable. Working a bit harder and facing some difficulties on the job weren't really an issue for a man.
Moreover, being able to live two lives meant one shouldn't have too high demands, right, Mr. Different-Kind?
Having said that, and without waiting for an answer, the young man snapped his fingers, and the white flame on his fingertip lit the tobacco in his other hand, then he flicked it towards the non-human entity on the stake.
Welcome to Abield, to witness the last splendor of the steampunk era.
And the madness.

Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

"Why not, since Lord Malin has extended goodwill through the sacred Acorn, we magicians should not turn a blind eye." Lord Strength smiled as he first expressed goodwill and routinely took the Acorn: "Though I have no need for this thing, there are younger members in my family who do need it. There's a younger relative I am quite fond of who, lacking the talents to become a mage, still wished to help his family and chose the same path as I did... I should lend him a hand, just as Lord Malin would do. Once the Acorn suppresses his condition, I'll send him over through my channels. By then, Lord Malin, you'll certainly know my true identity, but no need to be concerned; after all, I already know yours. This is a very fair trade, and I even stand to gain something from it."


Chapter 410: Unspoken Past (3)