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

·I never knew you had the taste for stargazing at midnight.


Ails, having answered Malin's summons, stood on the rooftop of Katerina's sanatorium. He glanced at the milky way in the sky, then lowered his eyes to look at Malin.


"Yes, I don't know why, but the two bloodlines in my body seem like they will never merge... Ails, did you bring the things you prepared?" Malin wasn't too surprised by this; after all, whether he was one meter twenty, one meter forty, or one meter eighty, Malin could use his fists to knock the brains out of any fool who dared to challenge him from their skulls.


·Yes, I've put in quite an effort to protect the souls of those two children, but as you know, I'm a master in this area; their souls are preserved perfectly, as if they were still alive.


The Lich 'spoke' with a proud and self-satisfied tone, the whisper from the soul seemed to be boasting, or perhaps seeking a reward.


Article 483: Knowledge Comes with a Price (Part 1)