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

He bowed to the Paladin who had opened the cell door for him, and Goethe lowered his head as he entered the somewhat cramped cell, with a certainty already in his heart—in the Church of Justice, the size of a cell reflected the value of its occupant.


A larger cell wasn't actually good because it usually meant it was a group cell, or it needed to be covered with Sealing Magic Circles, special rooms; Like his sister, who was using a small cell with some light, not so dark that one couldn't see their own hand before their face, this, in fact, was the type that only prisoners of the highest concern to the Church of Justice were qualified to inhabit.


Goethe's sister sat on the edge of the bed. Seeing Goethe had come, the young girl finally showed a hint of emotion. She lowered her head, trying hard not to let her brother see the tears on her face.


Section 478: Rhythm (Part 2)