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

"Master Malin has set out again with a team, hasn't he?" Ragnarok Dendel noticed the convoy's movement from atop his Mage Tower. At this hour, only a significant team would be leaving, and currently in Copenhagen, only Master Malin's team had the capability to use an entire motorcade.


Eric Wood watched the convoy until they disappeared over the horizon. "I find it hard to understand this young man. He is a red-robed High Priest of the Church, a Sydney noble, as well as Duke of Farole and a Prince. He's also a big business owner, yet he tells us he sympathizes with, even understands our ideology... I can't detect any falsehood in his words; he isn't lying, but how is that possible? How could what he is saying be heartfelt..."


Section 527: Bullets Are the Best Gift (3)