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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 118 The Death of the Innocent

"Can't a noblewoman commit a crime? The gentlemen at the Police Department seem to think that Lady Lassoya, who leads a debauched life, has somehow become entangled with a group of cultists who have recently drifted into our area. Detective, you know that cultists always seem to find companions for themselves."

Miss Beath took out a notebook and a fountain pen from her purse and began to take notes as she asked:

"It has been investigated at Riddlevitch Field that Detective Sparrow Hamilton died of a sudden illness. After his death, did you follow Lady Lassoya, how many times, and did she ever discover you?."

"Only once, and she didn't notice."

Shard answered honestly.

Miss Beath nodded, her eyes moving from the notebook to her fingers, as she glanced at her own ring and then asked:

"Have you noticed anything amiss about her?"

"No."

Shard spoke the truth again, the only oddity he had noticed was with the young man who possessed the Relic, the Transmutation Ring.