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

Legends eventually come to an end, and the news of the old lady of the Moriti family's passing spread quickly throughout the entire Western Human World. Condolences poured in from all over, and some acquainted legendary Professionals even made special trips to bid farewell to the elderly woman. As a bystander, Malin watched this scene with a sense of melancholy for the fragility of life and the unpredictability of fate. When he had traveled south, he thought the old woman looked fairly healthy, yet just a few months later, she had already departed this life.


At the funeral, Malin saw the High Priestess of the Church of the Goddess of Harvest. The old lady did not cry; instead, she stood there, stubbornly enduring the entire funeral.


It was said that she and Lady Domi were old friends, both having been fond of that young man named Jack in their youth... The beautiful romance of those days had eventually been washed away by time, like sand on a beach.


Section 426: Roman Holiday (Part 4)