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

Mowish's Linz fell silent for a moment before turning to look at Malin, her face showing a touch of confusion and her eyes a glint of fear.


"Malin, as a Legendary, you wouldn't lie to me, would you?" she started.


"Yes, I won't lie to you, at least not in front of your brother," Malin replied with a smile. "You should also be aware of my relationship with the Church of Justice. I can say that I am capable of subjecting you to violence, facing you with lethal weapons, but I won't let down those who believe in me, let alone deceive anyone."


"You're not sparing me because of my identity, or rather, because of my brother's identity, right?" Linz asked again.


This made Goethe wary: "Sister, do not act foolishly. Some things, the more you know, the less likely you are to escape unscathed." He didn't want to see his sister Linz die before him, and Malin... clearly had the power and intent to do so. If it would anger him, then his sister would truly be doomed.


Chapter 479: Rhythm (Part Three)