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

This statement struck a chord with Thomas, indeed, even he understood how perilous the battle against the Black Orcs was, yet Malin led his troops as if they were merely on a picnic, crushing the Black Orcs effortlessly.


This stirred a bit of envy in Thomas—Just consider Hagelberry, how come he's so lucky, that his granddaughter could be assigned to serve alongside Malin as a Night Watcher.


"I really do envy you, old Hagelberry." A new member joined the conversation, it was Duke Ansel Messiah, whose legion was the first to arrive from the entire Western Province, a Duke highly favored by His Majesty. His family was one of the sixteen great Noble families of the Northern Kingdom, a stature that even strained Thomas' neck just by looking.


"Ah, it's Ansel, what are you envious about, you don't even have a daughter," retorted Hagelberry with a laugh.


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