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

"Lord Hagelberry, aren't you a relative of Sir Malin? Say something," someone whispered in the crowd.


Old Hagelberry pretended not to hear—what a joke, this scene was clearly a grand occasion Malin set up for the Sanders and Ailan families to reunite. I'm just an old sod with no quarrel in the world; let me live out the rest of my life in peace, for heaven's sake. I'm already eighty-two, not many years left, my old friends.


"Lord Hagelberry, aren't you an elder to Malin? Say something," half-human friend Thomas muttered.


Old Hagelberry glared at the half-human, thinking that he should end such a lethal friendship, can you even be considered a friend? I'd feel safer with a flower vase instead!


"Lord Hagelberry, don't stand in the crowd, come out and smooth things over," His Majesty Manheim on the throne spoke up.


Section 536: Bright Mirror (3)