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

You help the soldiers in everyday life, and they will help you on the battlefield.


"Has Sir Malin Gaiate woken up?" he asked.


"His Highness is right ahead, he wants us, besides the duty personnel, to also listen to his speech." A soldier said excitedly.


"Yes, Marshal, we've heard about Prince Malin's achievements in the rear; he is really powerful. I just met a brother who has been stationed at the frontline for a long time, he said that he is a great man." Another soldier looked at his Marshal, hoping to receive affirmation from him.


Old Constantine wouldn't let these young people down, he nodded: "He is a remarkable legend, Sir, go ahead, my legs aren't as good as yours."


The soldiers went together, and Old Constantine, accompanied by his Messenger and Guards, walked slowly, but he was on his way to Hill No. 9, where he could witness the most direct scene.


Section 559: Walking With You (Part 2)