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

Old Ferrero spoke slowly, making an effort to lay out the entire sequence of events that led to this moment for the two children. Even when the girl's face turned pale, he took the time to comfort her. "This cannot be true, Your Excellency, Anmi is a human, a living person."


Desperation filled the boy's face. He looked at Ferrero, hoping to find the smile of a successful deception on his face.


But all he could see was the guilt written across Old Ferrero's face, "I am sorry, Sayer Jon, but everything I've told you is true. Anmi Dor, she was a child grown in a lab, and she doesn't know herself, because all her memories before entering the orphanage were fabricated."


"How can this be! How can they do this!" The boy turned his head to look at the girl on the bed, his voice filled with despair, "Anmi, what's wrong with Anmi, if she is not human, how can she still fall ill?"


Chapter 416: Silent Days (3)