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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.

Salty Fish Pilot · Bandes dessinées et romans graphiques
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Chapter 136 The Writer and the Princess

Just as Miss Luisa opined, the carriage that Maid Tifa rode in was indeed reserved for nobility. The interior décor and furniture were akin to a small drawing room.

The black-haired maid sat by herself, still dressed in the same head maid gown and even the hairband from their last meeting. With her hands neatly placed atop her lap, she gave Shard a slight nod upon seeing him:

"Good evening, Hamilton Detective."

"Good evening, am I late?"

After sitting down, Shard handed over the item wrapped in newspaper. However, the black-haired maid did not take it; instead, she evaluated Shard:

"Not too late, try opening it."

Shard glanced at the maid without asking more, unlocked it again, and attempted to lift the lid of the lacquered wooden box, but still couldn't succeed.

It was then that he passed the makeup box to Miss Tifa, who gently pulled it open in her hands. Shard looked over curiously as the maid turned the box to let him clearly see its contents.