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

Being young is wonderful — Gaiate City sighed.


Then he took another bite of his pan-fried bun.


Elsa caught the messenger and began reading the letter.


Dear Elsa, I am Daniel. As you anticipated, our parents indeed have issues, just like you said. We are so similar, even a Spell Formation can confirm my blood is of the same origin as yours, yet we have been raised in different families since childhood. If it was Fate that separated us, then who is the mastermind behind the scenes? I'm investigating matters from when I was younger, hoping to find clues, but the prospects are slim because I've found that the two Royal Midwives who delivered me, a Royal Physician, and seventeen royal servants have all died, and you wouldn't guess their oldest age — just forty-one years old.


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