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

"Lady Teresa, why did you become a wizard?" Malin asked the lady before him in a gentle tone. To help someone, you must first understand what makes them worthy of your help. Malin looked at the lady, hoping his sincerity would elicit a genuine response.


"…I, it's a long story. Are you really willing to listen to such a tale from a Dark Wizard?" Lady Teresa's response was tinged with apprehension, doubt, and a sense of reminiscence and longing.


"Go ahead." Malin smiled, hoping the story could touch everyone's heart.


Lady Teresa also smiled and began to recount her past.


She came from the Northern Kingdom. There, she was the youngest daughter of a minor Noble family. Because of her talent in Spell Formation, her father, after much deliberation, decided to send her to the Mage Tower, which waived the fees for such an apprentice—In the North, the Mage Towers had the advantage.


Chapter 411: Unspoken Past (4)