Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

Malin smiled wryly; this Ails, it was one thing to run a goblin plantation on the island estate, but playing spy games with Ghouls? That’s learning the wrong kind of lessons, only picking up the worst habits.

At this thought, Malin reached out, pulling the serpent spirit over: "Is this meat tasty?"

·Not tasty.

"Then take it somewhere else, trade it for something you like, but don’t eat humans anymore, did you remember that?" Ultimately, Malin enjoyed persuading others to do good; the serpent spirit was beyond saving, or else Malin wouldn’t have hit so hard. As for this Ghoul kid... he indeed seemed to want to live again. Malin thought if the kid really endured the trial, he could help him once, see if he could awaken his soul, and when the time came, have the Nameless give him a hand—resurrection was something the Nameless should be quite familiar with.

Since he had already thought it through here, Malin didn’t wait for this Gatsby to conjure a thankful speech, tossed the tightly bound serpent spirit at the Ghoul’s feet, and turned to wave at the commanding officer: "Commander, I have to leave."

"Once again, thank you, Prince Malin." This time, the commander bowed to Malin, his side added a companion, Malin could see the divine glow on him, presumably from the Nameless’s godhood.

"No need to thank me." Malin smiled, then walked into the rift.

Malin considered coming to kill the demon because the demon deserved to die. Saving the children, while also quite important, was simply an act of convenience, not something that needed thanks.

......

Upon returning to the bar, Malin found the Nameless sitting at the counter, the Succubus diligently mixing a drink for him, a Great Serpent Spirit kneeling there, its serpentine face having its scales shattered entirely, and the little bit of evil god aura it possessed now seemed particularly ridiculous to Malin.