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

"He is now suspected to be a potential murderer!" Sigran shouted.


"Sigran! You are slandering the God-chosen champion of the Tri-Church! You are slandering the legendary Shaman, Mrs. Maya, and her legendary Mage husband! I give you ten seconds to reorganize your words, or I will have to report everything you said to the Church!" The Assistant Priest was also very irritable.


And then, unsurprisingly, the conversation ended unpleasantly. Everyone's Majesty waved his hand, motioning for the two verbally dueling parties to shut their mouths.


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