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 Noble God's messenger arrived tardily, half a month later, purportedly journeying from the Northern Kingdom. Malin was quite curious about this—half a month, regardless of the travel distance, in this age, even those less tolerant of transport should have arrived within a week through a transfer gateway.


In that half-month, the marquis had already admitted to lying in a confrontation overseen by the Church of Justice with Linz, subtly influencing Linz's thoughts—not with spell formations, but with highly practical rhetoric. He leveraged Linz's resolve to protect the royal family, exaggerating Malin's ambitions and pushing the lady to stand against Malin.


Section 481: Follow-up (Part 2)