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

Malin had long been aware of Northerner ideology, and while the version he knew differed somewhat, he considered that accomplishing so much for a fledgling cause was no small feat, aware that both the Northern royal family and the Nobles were suppressing the ideology overtly and covertly.


He wasn't surprised by this, as some aspects of Northerner ideology were fundamentally undermining the very foundation of the Nobility and the Royals.


Therefore, it was only natural for it to be suppressed.


Malin even thought to himself that although the King of Manheim and his Nobles looked down upon each other, when faced with such treacherous officials and rebels, how could they not join forces against them?


Then again, he considered the possibility that the Nobles might want to use Northerner ideology as a means to carry out their dirty work; put nicely, it was a game of deceit; put bluntly, it was making use of others to do their killing.


Section 514: Fun Amidst Serious Matters (Part 1)