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

"Is this what they call a genius's weakness?" the elderly man sitting below asked awkwardly, looking at Malin's dispirited appearance. "I, I really do feel constrained, I've never been this nervous even on the battlefield," Malin replied with a bitter smile.


"You Farolians really have issues. It's bad enough that a wedding officiant has to change into so many outfits, not to mention all the hand gestures and blessing words, but what's worse is that after they found out Malin was the Bishop of the Goddess of Harvest Church, the local High Priest flatly refused to conduct the ceremony."


"Having Malin Your Excellency preside over the couple's wedding would be the best,"


The best my ass, I'm a Cardinal, you know what they call a Cardinal? I've extracted myself from the thick of battle, carved my path through the mortal world; a Cardinal is someone who deals out death but does not tend to the aftermath, not some administrative bishop!


Chapter 413: Daily Life (1)