Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 438: Section 294: Parting to Meet Again (I)

Chapter 438: Section 294: Parting to Meet Again (I)

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On the final day of the grand competition, the duel between Malin Gaiate and Baron Sayer Kay from Silent Hill sparked a flurry of rumors. Some said that Baron Sayer was corrupted by Chaos; others claimed Malin had won the favor of the War God and the Lord of Justice; and still others believed there was a murky conspiracy behind the duel between the two.

In any case, Malin saw for the first time how this world was at a disadvantage when it came to manipulating public opinion, but he had no intention of doing anything about it. After all, it was a layered tragedy.

Mira was a tragedy, a mere tool that needed a master to survive, yet a sense of self was born from her delicate shell. She could not understand why her master didn’t need her, only harboring resentment and anger. Eventually, she was saved by Wasp, but it was nothing more than seeking warmth in togetherness.

The Baroness, being a sprite, was a tragedy too. When Sayer was gravely injured and close to death, she chose a path for him to live on, naively thinking it was a noble sacrifice. She believed her lover would forget everything about her and didn’t expect that what he valued and cherished the most was actually his breeding armor. Her choice was the knell of his doom—because in his wounded state, the path of ascension to the Pale Lord inevitably corrupted Sayer’s soul.

During his ascension, Chaos corrupted his unprotected mind, and a great ruler of the undead plane associated with the Pale Lord turned Baron Sayer into one of its coordinates in that very instant.

And all of this constituted Baron Sayer Kay’s tragedy.

The person who loved him the most and whom he loved in return ultimately pushed him into the abyss. As a warrior, his armor was the most important thing in his heart, which wasn’t wrong, but when his wife made that choice for him, it caused him to forget Mira.

Baron Sayer Kay was a warrior, and although he was cursed nine, this young man didn’t choose to become a caster but stubbornly picked the greatsword—the weapon that complemented his friend the most.

Mira was the most important being in his heart, his armor, his close friend, the one who was supposed to accompany him through life, his true companion.

Malin knew it was too cruel to say this in front of the Baroness.

But sometimes, love is just like that... whether it’s him or her, men and women in this world may cherish each other at times, and at other times they may insult each other, and sharing a bed with vastly different dreams is just a moment away.

"I will go back to the sprite village, then have this child... Whether it’s a boy or girl, I won’t let the child know who their father is..."

The sprite Lady requested to meet Malin before she left, and he did not refuse.

"My lady, I am sorry."

"No... I should thank you. I paid the price for my stupidity. I naively wanted to save him, not knowing that what I was doing would ultimately make his life worse than death... He should have left me with Mira."

"Can you see Mira?"

"Yes, my spiritual sensitivity is quite high, so I can see Mira. Sayer was very close to me because of this, and I naively thought that since we two misfits came together, we should cherish each other, embrace each other, keep each other warm..."

With that, the Lady bowed her head.

Tears fell on the tip of her boot, like droplets on a lake, causing ripples to spread.

Malin could only nod and eventually watched her get on the train, escorted by guards arranged by Lady Anna.

Malin could actually understand the Lady’s feelings, but when saving and reviving were equated, who could tell whether the one who returned from hell would still be themselves?

So, one wrong step, and everything is wrong.

After bidding farewell to Lady Anna, Malin left the station and hopped onto the Mage Tower’s newly made four-wheeled motorcycle, the Rollem 20, with Clovis - ’20’ stood for horsepower. Following Malin’s introduction of his motorcycle model, the Mage Tower swiftly released this model to capture the low-end market.

The city’s police and oversight departments now agree that this new contraption truly stands at the pinnacle of cost-effectiveness — Malin’s model, on the other hand, is more popular with the wealthy nobles and royalties.

This vehicle has a smaller front wheel and a larger rear wheel, with the axle and some of the machinery exposed, clearly not concerned with the working environment, and its body is a semi-open canopy, small at the front and large at the rear—with seats for the driver and passenger in the front and a semicircular seating area in the back.

In Malin’s view, the safety of the rear seats was quite low unless there was a double-strap safety belt. But then, in the event of needing to bail out, such belts would become deadly nooses.

But to be fair, in an urban environment, this thing was a very stylish mode of transportation. Just yesterday, Malin saw Zem and Jiaxi hauling a load of their colleagues on an investigation.

"Did you buy it?" Clovis’s financial situation was currently in the top three among the girls.

The first was Faye, as Malin’s partner, now sharing the dividends from various factories and workshops. Although Malin wasn’t a noble, the wealth he and Faye possessed was enough to make people envious.

The second was Maya, because Malin’s money was mostly managed by her, so Maya was self-taught in numbers and became one of the few beings who could stand toe-to-toe with the elves in mathematics.

The third was Clovis, as Malin’s partner in potion-making, she was obviously wealthy.

"It was a gift from the Tower Master, saying it’s for me and you to use as a means of transportation."

"Then please thank him for me."

Malin jumped onto the motorcycle, settling into the passenger seat as Clovis released the brake lever, stepped on the throttle, and turned the steering rod... Yes, this vehicle used a steering rod instead of a steering wheel.

Upon seeing this, Malin was sure this must be something those hard-headed mages from the Mage Tower concocted.

Filled with the practicality and cost-effective design philosophy of mages.

"Mr. Malin, what do you plan to do next?"

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"...returning to Carterburg, how about that?" Malin turned to look at the bunny girl.

He didn’t know if the big city life of Regensburg would affect everyone.

Maya shouldn’t be affected, Malin knew that his little leopard sister didn’t fancy the hustle and bustle of a big city or the tranquility of a small one, as long as Malin was by her side, for Maya, it was like being in heaven.

Faye wouldn’t have a problem either; after all, she had escaped from Regensburg. If she wanted to leave, nobody could stop her.

Matilda...shouldn’t have a problem either, being a paladin, probably the best thing in her life was sarlo meat stewed with stems.

Similar to Malin’s previous life’s beef stew with potatoes, but the meat was definitely not beef.

So, Matilda was quite easy to provide for.

Jessica was a very domestic wolf girl, wherever Malin went, she would follow.

As for Lillim... This little sheep girl was obviously one who would cling tiredly, she would only stick closely to Malin.

So, it was only Clovis, this bunny girl who actually had a very assertive personality, whether it was the old bunny from that world or the young one from this world, it was the same.

"Sure, after we go back, I’ll tell dad that I’m moving out of the Mage Tower to live with you, okay?"

Looking at the bunny girl’s somewhat expectant eyes, Malin nodded with a smile.

"I would say welcome, and I’m saying it now."

Clovis seemed very happy, her ears perked up high, "That’s great."

Malin leaned back in his chair, shrinking back to his one meter twenty height, and began to ponder what kind of daily form to choose: "Are you free this afternoon?"

"If it’s you asking, I’m free," Clovis stopped the car, then looked at Malin.

"I’m planning to choose a daily form, neither my father’s nor my mother’s lineage is suitable for daily life and work anymore," Malin looked at Clovis.

"May I give you some pointers?"

"Yes, Faye, Jessica, and Maya will be attending the Church’s celebration, they won’t be home for lunch, Lillim will go to the Shepherd Church, and Matilda will return to the Church of Justice, so, you’re the only one free," Malin said.

"That’s when it pays to have a best friend at the Mage Tower, right?" Clovis happily released the handbrake, "Let’s go! Let’s head back!"

Malin leaned back in his seat, watching the streets. He noticed Jiaxi, donning a pair of worker’s dungarees, fiddling with a contraption alongside his colleagues. His distracted gaze fell across the street, prompting Malin to release Milani.

The little squirrel swiftly leaped to the top of a lamppost along the sidewalk and gazed down at the pub from on high.

Clovis, unaware of all this, drove on, smoothly trailing behind a carriage.

Then, Milani helped Malin spot an acquaintance.

Casaman, wearing a black double-breasted coat, topped with a Holmes-style black-and-white checkered deerstalker, complete with wide-legged trousers—a look many detectives and dreamers of detective work adored; Faye had said more than once, "My dear, I go out for afternoon tea and see more than seventy Holmeses."

Anyway, Mr. Casaman, long time no see.

With such a thought, Malin noticed the people around Jiaxi starting to abandon their work and converge toward him.

Malin raised an eyebrow, and Milani jumped onto Casaman’s shoulder.

The man started for a moment, then he recognized the World Tree Sapling on Milani—it had become Malin’s trademark.

So the man swept a look around, spotted Clovis, Malin sitting atop the backseat guardrail, and those coming through from car to car... his colleagues.

He smiled and took off running.

A few men and those chasing after Jiaxi were now engaged in a bare-fisted brawl; Clovis maneuvered the scooter quickly into a less crowded alley, "There are too many people in Regensburg. When they fight, I can’t even tell why they started."

"You’d know why in Carterburg?"

"Yes. Dock workers always fight over pay or workload, guys from the East City District always fight over someone stepping on their new leather shoes, while those from the North City District like to throw white handkerchiefs and walk back-to-back thirty steps before turning to take their chances. As for the Western District, the reasons are a bit more varied, but it’s typically over eating or drinking," said Clovis, accurately analyzing the situation.

Malin moved back to the passenger seat, as Milani at that moment had leapt into the open palm of his master. Taking the acorn Malin handed to it, the squirrel nibbled happily away.

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