[Sylvie/Unit Drama/Private Goods/Lord of Mysteries/Daily/Steampunk]
——This is a story about a doctor whose hazy daily life is suddenly broken.
"Then Mr. Hawke, this property is entrusted to you."
The merchant who had been saved suddenly paid a visit, claiming that he was here to repay his kindness - and brought a scarred girl with him.
"The goddess bless you, dear Mr. More."
"Sorry, I am a believer in the God of Steam and Machinery."
——This is a little fantasy story that takes place in the steampunk era.
"Sarah, count your sins."
Private detectives and church personnel suddenly appeared, unknown organizations clashed with local gangs, and extraordinary events kept happening around them.
"I'm just a healer... I don't have the extraordinary abilities they have."
Hawke Moore, a university-educated general practitioner and pharmacist, realized he was involved in something terrible.
——This is a story about two lonely souls getting close to each other and healing each other.
"I once almost lost everything I had due to some accidents... But now, the place where you are is home."
The daily life of the doctor and the girl unfolds quietly. In Backlund's air, which was thick with the smell of black gunpowder, rust and potion, the fragrance of violets was faintly visible.
"Sir, please touch my head more, more..., Okay?"
