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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.

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Chapter 212 Knight Title

Having bid farewell to Baron Lavende and his friends for the time being, Shard followed the servant up the staircase. The first and second floors mimicked the style of grand ballrooms, but upon reaching the third floor, it transitioned into a very ordinary corridor with rooms on either side.

Miss Galina and the maid Tifa were waiting for Shard in the study near the staircase. Shard found that this Witch seemed to have a preference for finding people to talk to in studies.

"Good evening, Miss Galina."

This time the meeting was face-to-face, rather than through a door. The red-haired Duchess sat behind the desk in her chair, while Miss Tifa Servet, her personal maid, stood by her side. The Duchess was dressed in a black-and-white evening gown, looking even more beautiful than the last time they had met. Since she was dressed this way, Shard guessed that she would also make a public appearance later on.

"Good evening, Detective."

She motioned for Shard to sit wherever he pleased.