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

The call from outside the room brought the elf lady out of her meditation. She adjusted her breathing and responded to Lena's call.


"Anna, there's been a little incident on Faye's side."


As the rightful queen of the Kingdom of Sydney, Anna frowned, "Did she hit Malin? Or did she let him down?"


Anna, as a woman, saw that Malin, although young, had enough strength, but he never used that strength against a woman. Therefore, if something had happened to her daughter, this was the only possibility she could think of—it was the least likely, though also the least harmful possibility.


The likelihood that her daughter had used her own body to block a deadly blade aimed at Malin during an assassination attempt was much higher than any other so-called disappointment or beating.


But then Anna didn't know what terrible slaughter and revenge this world would experience, because this kid Malin... was a sage who had always been suppressing his instincts.


Chapter 477: Rhythm (Part One)