Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 372 - 252: Ordinary (Part 1)

Chapter 372: Chapter 252: Ordinary (Part 1)

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During the breakfast meeting the following day, Malin showed the girls the existence of Melo. Unlike Fio and Lorrin, this World Tree Sapling seemed very "shy", but at least it wasn’t too shy to transform into a weapon in Malin’s hands.

That’s good, Malin thought. From now on, he would be a man with three autonomous gun turrets.

The girls felt pity for the fate of another world described in Malin’s stories. Hearing about the end of that world, Faye nodded emotionlessly, "Indeed, that sounds like the way I would die."

"Why?" Malin was curious.

"On my way to Carterburg, I really hated those Nobles who treated me like an object, so much so that I entertained the thought of living and getting by on my own. That’s why. If I can’t be with the one I love, why settle for a lifetime of compromise? A marriage of convenience is not the life I want," Faye looked up slightly, as if recalling her past, yet as if she was remembering a story from long ago.

"It’s like Jessica and I didn’t even make an appearance," the little lamb pouted on the table, looking at Malin listlessly: "You said that world has already been destroyed, so Jessica and I must have died in some unknown place, right?"

"Who knows? After all, that wasn’t my Fate," Jessica seemed to take it in stride, eating her pork chop while looking at Malin: "That world’s Mr. Malin was indeed a towering figure."

"He said he was just a vengeful spirit, a failure of Fate," Malin leaned back in his chair: "You know, having seen the different timelines Fate has shown me, so far, all I’ve seen are destruction and death... I never thought that just being alive in this world was such a luxury."

"Living has always been a luxury. People die every day in this world, just being alive is the best reward Fate can give someone. I’m happy, the me from that world lived long enough to meet you, Mr. Malin, and even tasted your carrot soup," Krolin looked at Malin, speaking with the lightest tone about the heart-wrenching truth.

"So, you fell in that world, huh? Can you still be happy about it?" Matilda asked the Bunny Girl next to her curiously.

"But the me from that world regained her freedom in Mr. Malin’s hands, so it’s a happy ending after all. There are so many pitiful people in this world who fall and mutate, only to die at the hands of strangers. In comparison, I was very lucky in that world," Clovis said, noting Maya’s discontent: "Maya, you felt the same as I did, don’t be unhappy."

"Why didn’t the brother from that world release my soul?" Maya was clearly unhappy about something the Bunny Girl hadn’t anticipated.

Malin didn’t dare say it—he couldn’t tell his sister, "I’m sorry, but the soul of your counterpart from that world was no longer pure. Even if purified by me, it could only return to the river of time."

However, Malin thought the girls would be upset by this, but in reality, aside from Maya’s impotent fury, the other girls were quite composed.

As for Maya... Malin picked up a piece of meat from his plate and tossed it to Maya to feed her.

The Cat Girl’s mood improved after getting meat that wasn’t from her own bowl.

Such a simple-minded leopard.

After the meal ended, leaving everything to the Rat-man girls, Malin donned his Church robe, climbed into the carriage that was already waiting in front of the door. Today was the day for the senior students’ competition. Compared to their juniors, these energetic youths were divided into three days—they dismantled the competition venue faster and more ferociously, and the time taken to repair the venue after each match was much longer than their juniors.

The girls also got into the carriage. After all, their competition had ended the previous day, and joining Malin to watch the matches became the best choice.

"You can’t sit in the mentors’ seats as Apprentices."

"We’ll sit in the spectator area behind you."

Malin thought the girls would be better off going to a shopping district to spend some money diligently, but he couldn’t argue against their enthusiastic hearts, and so he took them to the venue.

Then, he felt the low pressure emanating from the young mentors. The mentors’ seats were as if in mourning—not only on their side but also in the Church of the War God area, competing with the Church of the Goddess of Harvest.

It was just bringing a few girls over to watch a match, there was no need to look at me with such murderous intent.

Malin couldn’t help but reflect; he couldn’t beat those old monsters, but these young guys? They were nothing but kids to his hammer. Life is so precious; don’t you guys get any foolish ideas.

"Malin, you have a problem," said the younger brother of the Kvasir family after the first match ended, observing Malin: "In the past ten minutes, you’ve gestured to the girls behind you five times. The young mentors are close to exploding. Do you really want to fight them that badly?"

Facing him, Malin’s face gave away his embarrassment—please don’t say it out loud.

So he could only slump back into the bench again, and the three World Tree Saplings crawled out from his sleeves, turning into three adorable grass figurines dancing the hula in front of him, so their master could have some enjoyment in this otherwise dull world.

"...How come there’s one more?" Professor Aemethselk distinguished for a while, and finally confirmed there were no doubles, because the dance moves of the three grass figurines had slight differences.

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