Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 784 - 133: How Nobles Are Made

In the evening, Ethan and the others boarded the airship bound for the Imperial Capital. Accompanying him were two grand protectors, one in white and one in black. On a brighter note, the mental state of the brave young man seemed to have improved. Although he still believed himself to be the Holy Mage of the Silver Radiance Empire, at least he no longer spoke with the mannerisms of an Imperial Capital noble lady.

Due to the city lockdown order, there were few passengers on the airship. Besides stowaways like them, the only ones able to board during such sensitive times were nobility with strong connections or wealthy merchants.

After nightfall, the deck became bustling with activity. For them, leaving the oppressive city of Gear City was a joyous occasion worth celebrating. They had no intention of returning to that cursed place until the police found and brought to justice the Demon King supporters who were currently unaccounted for.

It was not hard to see that Holy Mage Ilya was a very career-driven person. After the brave young man entered the cabin, he began looking into the case. He was determined to capture the perpetrator who killed the Great Summoner Haitia and the Fulin Baron family and bring them to justice. Ethan patted him on the shoulder and wished him a speedy resolution to the case.

"Ethan, let's go and check out the deck desuwa."

However, before Ethan could catch his breath back in the cabin, the devil's whisper reached his ears. The black cat climbed onto the bedside table, her heterochromatic eyes filled with excitement.

She liked lively places, especially since the theme of the party on the deck excited her greatly—the nobles and merchants who boarded the airship felt that they had finally escaped Gear City and its Demon King supporters. Whoever killed the Fulin family was Chief Blake's concern and had nothing to do with them.

"We can go, but what's up with your mannerisms?"

Yet Ethan had to admit that the effect of mannerisms can vary greatly depending on the person. The way the brave young man imitated the mannerisms of a noble lady gave him goosebumps, but when it came to Little Dark, it felt playful and cute.

"That is a party that only high society nobles can attend. We must not let them discover our civilian identities."

She noticed that social stratification in the Silver Grey Empire was even more severe than during the reign of Julius in the previous empire. At least the Church Court occasionally put on a facade, while the Silver Radiance Empire dispensed with even that.

If the nobles discovered a few refugees had snuck onto the airship during such a sensitive time, they would most likely have their guards throw these lowly peasants off the airship without a second thought.

Of course, if those nobles and merchants did find out, it would not necessarily be a bad thing. That way, she could enjoy even bigger fun.

Little Dark felt that Ethan, having lived too long in places like Ximu Town and the Imperial Capital, had gradually developed a passive personality. If it were the Ethan of the past, Baron Fulin in Gear City might not have even had a chance to speak to them in the inn before being slapped to death because he "entered with his left foot first."

It was the same when dealing with Lindong. She found that Ethan often avoided studying in the living room, only to be quickly dragged back by Lindong to practice Elemental Magic.

Sigh, perhaps there's something wrong with the Elemental Shaper profession, and the era of taking the initiative is long gone.

She really wanted to see Ethan kick these condescending nobles and merchants off the airship's deck one by one, like setting off fireworks.

Fall to your death, desuwa!

"You really should learn from Lindong; noble demeanor isn't acquired by mimicking the speaking mannerisms of a noble."

Ethan corrected, especially since Little Dark's mannerisms had no relation to the speech habits of a Silver Radiance Empire noble lady. It was entirely learned from a tablet—which, considering Little Dark's internet age, fully demonstrated the current internet's toxicity to children.

"Look, Lindong has a very noble demeanor."

This was true for both human and cat form. The elegant and proud look of the cat form even sparked a trend of cat-keeping in the Imperial Capital, but this was misleading. When those noblewomen bought cats back with the help of servants, they found that the cats were not only lacking in noble demeanor but acted like little hooligans, hissing and scratching at every turn.

Ethan felt the problem was that the civilization of this era hadn't developed enough to mass domesticate pets. The cats were mostly caught from the wild and were naturally wild. Also, his white ragdoll cat was a human in disguise, making it naturally more personable than a typical cat. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

He had brought this to Ave's attention, who was technically his only noble friend here. However, Ave's soul-piercing question left Ethan silent.

— "Alright, but can you find another 'good cat' as beautiful, elegant, and capable of becoming a cuddly cat as Lindong?"

That's quite difficult.

But the habit of the great nobles in the Imperial Capital was not something that could change overnight. When they saw Lindong, they felt envy and jealousy, with many becoming frantic. So they could only order their servants to catch cats that had a slight resemblance to the white ragdoll cat as a substitute.

Who would have thought that this substitute would be so hard to stomach.

Real cats wouldn't obediently rest on a human's shoulder, wrapping their fluffy tails around their necks like a scarf. If you forcibly placed a cat on your shoulder, the most likely outcome would be a few scratch marks on your face.