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

After transferring everything completely, Malin also donated twenty thousand Mowish in the name of Keders.


Amidst the continuous thanks of the Assistant Priest, Malin left the old estate.


As he stepped out the door, Malin looked back once more. The lights and the crowd before him seemed so surreal. Watching a family's rise and fall until their curtain call, it all felt so absurd to him. Why does it always seem that good people do not enjoy longevity?


On the road, there were carriages speeding by, filled with young people. Malin watched as one particular carriage disappeared into the snowstorm, their laughter and curses gradually fading away.


These young people, intoxicated with wealth, compared to those standing in the trenches in the snow fighting against Chaos for this world... Are they really the same kind as those living in the same era?


Section 534: Bright Mirror (1)_2