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

By the second day, Malin had copied the war report from their reconnaissance and attack the day before into three copies: one to the National Church for them to distribute to various other churches, one to the Royal Court for them to distribute to the military and the major Nobles, and a third copy he instructed a messenger to deliver to Nova so that she could find someone to distribute it to the southern countries, allowing those in the South to have at least some understanding of the situation in the North.


Frankly, this invasion had far exceeded Malin's estimation. Before, Malin had thought it was merely an independent operation by some war band, but after the battle last night, he felt that the entire situation had become very dangerous—this was definitely a premeditated invasion.


Section 529: Bullets Are the Best Gift (5)