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

"Duke Antoine is still trustworthy, just like the Thanan people; they've just provided us with a considerable amount of Thainan fire, and even shared their blueprints with us," said Harold, the military representative from the Sunderland family.


"I know, but he has lived here for three generations now, and he's still a Northerner," Manheim sighed, mentioning Northern nationalism, "Truly a troublesome Great Craftsman, who doesn't even care about the influence his identity could bring upon me."


"At least Duke Antoine is a human being like us, and he hates Chaos just as we do. That's our biggest enemy, while Northern nationalism is nothing but a small group made up of starving wretches," said the elder from the Hagelberry family.


"Are you sympathizing with Northern nationalism, Lord Hagelberry?" another military representative asked sharply.


Section 529: Bullets Are the Best Gift (5)_2