Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam

Palansi arrived outside the mansion on the other side, aware that he might be facing the most important decision of his life.

The scene before him felt familiar.

Tracing back to times centuries ago, he agreed to the invitation from the Divine Attendants, deciding to follow the wishes of the Knight Lord, dedicating everything to this world, at the cost of abandoning everything from his past.

Everyone has undergone such a process.

Except for Kadela, the host of the "Puppet Gathering," the Divine Attendants seldom interact with each other. They travel across the continent, seeking the relics left by the Divine Spirits, guiding the brave ones to receive blessings from the Divine Spirits when necessary, only coming together during the "Puppet Gathering" to exchange the intelligence they have acquired.

The gas lamps on the first floor of the mansion illuminated the shadows moving inside the windows.

After becoming a Divine Attendant, Palansi once passed by his own mansion, watching from afar his descendants, witnessing the family's decline until the last heir had to sell the grand house that symbolized family glory, clutching his final dreams as he boarded a merchant ship setting sail.

Since then, Palansi had not heard any news about him.

In the face of great endeavors, this was a necessary sacrifice.

Kadela always said so.

The rise and fall is one of the rules of this world.

But...

Despite having no blood relation, the other side always reminded him of his granddaughter. Since returning to the Imperial City, he briefly picked up human nature, reintegrating into the world from being just an observer.

Yet reason reminded him that this might be his last chance.

Compared to people he had known for only a few days, he should continue fulfilling the great undertaking that had lasted for centuries.

"Goo goo?"

The sound behind him interrupted Palansi's thoughts, as a warm, gentle touch on his left hand caused him to turn his face. He then saw a large golden bird bowing its head, friendly rubbing against his palm.

She was called Miss Keroy, more like a companion than a ride.

Palansi found her to be the most intelligent magical creature he's ever seen. Many times, he felt Miss Keroy was like a kind, sensible young lady. Just now, she must have brought dinner to his wounded Wyvern—since the accident, the Wyvern had received excellent care, and under Miss Keroy's influence, its temperament had become much gentler, seemingly enjoying the atmosphere of life in the Imperial City.

Dragons, after all, are the rarest magical creatures in this world, attracting daily crowds to gaze at it, and occasionally, nobles request a photo, giving it a taste of celebrity life.

This is a magical city, and Palansi felt the Wyvern and his mood were the same: staying here longer makes one want to live here permanently.

In a conversation, the other side mentioned this, saying the royal family was willing to welcome him, offering him a grand house, and if he agreed, they would hold a special parade for him, announcing to the Empire's people the return of Round Table Knight Palansi.

Palansi also saw the Little Octopus lying on Miss Keroy's back. According to the other side, it was also everyone's companion.

Truly peculiar people, even considering magical creatures as partners.

Compared to Miss Keroy, the Little Octopus's gaze at him was not friendly, seemingly because it noticed the potion bottle in his hand. Whether an illusion or not, Palansi felt a fleeting fierceness in its eyes, causing him some trepidation.

He actually felt threatened by an octopus.

Yet in fact, this octopus was only the size of a palm, appearing to be the weakest among these people.

Without waiting for Palansi to speak, the hospitable Miss Keroy nudged him through the door.

Preparing dinner, the other side immediately greeted him, "Huh? Palansi, where's your wheelchair? The doctor said you're still in recovery, better to rest these few days!"

As she spoke, she brought over Rowena's prototype electric wheelchair.

Rowena called earlier to say a case occurred at the mage tower, and they might not return for a while. She shouldn't mind lending her wheelchair to an injured elderly man for some time.

Palansi, still somewhat dazed, was placed on the electric wheelchair.

"You're just in time, I'm preparing dinner, my subordinates had some conscience today and brought me an ice antelope they hunted from the northern territory, a rare delicacy."

The intoxicating aroma wafted from the kitchen, causing Miss Keroy to flutter her wings excitedly. She lowered her head to let the Little Octopus climb onto her head and then placed it on the table.

Palansi witnessed it all—this is another magical aspect—these people allow magical creatures to dine at the table, treating them as if they were truly human.

As the guest, he also had a place.

He felt the warmth in the room, so close, as if he could reach out and grasp it.

If he accepted Ethan's invitation to settle in the Imperial City, would this become everyday life?

"Palansi, what is this? Medicine prescribed by the hospital?"

The words of the other side pulled him back to reality.

"Oh, this is a remedy from a friend of mine."

Palansi's expression turned somewhat unnatural as he diverted the conversation, "It's ice antelope, huh, I haven't tasted it in a long time."