Steampunk: Sixth Era Epic
Arriving in a new world where the steam industry was booming, he inherited a three-story apartment on the capital's royal square, took in someone else's cat, and listened to the whispers at his ear, ready to witness this mysterious and bizarre era. The epic of the Sixth Era was about to commence, and behind the curtain, The Chosen One was destined to step into legend. Old Gods, Relics, steam, witches, detectives, ancient secrets, the Era's brilliance... "Would you like to play a round of Roder Cards?" Time engraved the hours, as Silvermoon illuminated the shadows. I compose your legend, you whisper your verses to me.
Chapter 391: Professor Garcia's Class
"Playing cards all day? Oh, absolutely not, Lecia, why would you think I'm that kind of person?"
Shard quickly shook his head, but he was reluctant to explain about The Chosen One, witches, the Blood Spirit School, and the whistleblowing letter, which he had promised to keep secret.
"However, I just ran into Mrs. Hevy Aurora's carriage, I recognized the family crest."
he added.
"Oh, you know about her?"
Lecia asked with a smile, then went on to introduce Shard:
"It's fine to call her 'lady' privately, but in public, you must address her as Baroness Aphrola. Hevy Aurora inherited the viscountcy of the Aphrola Family, and not just that of Draleon, but also the Carsonrick title due to business reasons."
"Viscount? That's impressive."
Shard actually didn't care about this, he had no desire to get involved with witches again, so he shook his head and ended the topic: