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

The carriage had not yet come to a stop when Malin already jumped down from it, tossing a bottle of World Tree fruit potion to the familiar old coachman and waved goodbye amidst his words of gratitude.


The guard opened the door for Malin, and as he entered the hall, Malin noticed Margaret sitting at the counter, smiling as he approached the lady and gave a noble's greeting: "Good afternoon, Mrs. Colin."


"My dear Malin, don't be so cold, I heard that you went to the Church of Justice?" The lady, who now appeared much more mature and was pregnant with her third child, responded as Malin nodded. "Yes, I went to see the children, the Church of Justice is doing quite well."


Malin took off his gloves and stuffed them into his coat pocket, then pulled out a rose formed from elements from the same pocket and handed it to Margaret: "Sorry, I couldn't prepare a proper gift for you."


Section 562: Walking with You (Part 4)