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

Pierre had been feeling rather angry lately, the main cause being the annihilation of the scout team a few days ago by some unknown foe. It was supposed to be a joyful thing, heeding the call of the True God and coming here for the great re-conquest, but the downfall of that scout team made Pierre cautious—this was no longer the conquered world they knew, this was a new world waiting to be conquered and full of enemies.


Those foolish men, they did nothing but disgrace the Warband of Father's Love. He wished he had been there himself, as then he might have been able to kill the perpetrator along with those imbeciles.


Such anger made him very uncomfortable. Walking through the ruins of the village, the few human beings that had been captured were already put through the Blessing Ceremony, with two dying on the spot and three others undergoing the trial of Father's Love.


If they could see tomorrow's sun, it would mean they had survived the trial.


Section 528: Bullets Are the Best Gift (4)