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

Old Hagelberry was very satisfied after listening—compared to how the Northern Kingdom deals with such traitorous subjects, they use the Blood Eagle torture.


Malin, this child, is still too merciful.


With this thought, Old Hagelberry saw the crowd part very tacitly, a middle-aged man fell to the ground, apparently having fainted.


The paladins from the Church of Justice were empathetic; those who grabbed chairs, those who grabbed potions, those who pinched mouths, and even one who, upon finding a mouth that could not be opened, physically punched the Minister of Finance's stomach to force open the mouth for the potion. After swiftly accomplishing this, Old Hagelberry watched as the pitiful Minister of Finance broke free from the paladins' grasp and knelt before the assembly and His Majesty.


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