Captain – Chapter 189 – Indelible Mark

After leaving the scholar’s room, Roy and Caine returned to the captain’s quarters.

Gently closing the wooden door, Caine sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the young woman lying back with a weary face, and recalling her earlier warning to the scholar, he asked softly: “You think Bivis can’t be trusted?”

The Captain casually pulled over a feather pillow to rest on, and asked lazily in return: “Do you think he can be trusted?”

Hearing this, the First Mate recalled various scenes of working with the scholar, and said with a slight frown: “Although he sometimes seems extreme in matters of faith and academics, after spending so much time together, I haven’t sensed any disloyalty from him. After all, when facing us, he has always answered all questions without concealing anything.”

“That’s exactly why I’m more suspicious of him.”

Roy covered her eyes with her forearm and said in a languid tone: “Cooperating with me can be attributed to unavoidable circumstances, giving up benefits can be due to my violent threats, and revealing what he knows to us can be explained by his fear of the Death Silence’s pursuit. This way, every link can be perfectly explained.”

“But the problem is, there’s never absolute perfection in this world. Everything must have flaws, unless… there’s some information we’ve overlooked, forming a fog that hides those ugly defects, such as…”

The young woman moved her arm slightly, revealing half of her left eye, her dark golden pupil gazing at the ceiling without ripples.

“Who is he really?”

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Hearing this, Caine’s eyebrows raised slightly: “You mean he falsified his identity?”

“You finally get it, Caine. But honestly, I can’t blame you. Although you received formal military training in Auran, which should have included training in identifying spies, those methods were meant for enemy spies, not pirates.”

The young woman smiled smugly: “When dealing with those cunning, unprincipled rogues, you still lack experience, which is why you couldn’t detect the… indelible pirate mark that Bivis carries.”

“Bivis is… a pirate?”

Hearing Caine’s incredibly surprised question, Roy placed both hands behind her head and looked at those blue eyes showing bewilderment, saying with a faint smile: “Although I don’t know if his true identity is as I suspect, this point shouldn’t be wrong. That manner of assessing situations and changing faces at any moment is completely in the pirate style.”

“Do you believe that a natural scientist, especially the kind of rigid fellow with a fanatical pursuit of knowledge, would simultaneously possess a way of handling matters so smooth that no one could find fault with it, and also have such a detailed understanding of imperial scandals and the truth behind legends?”

“No, it’s impossible.”

Roy shook her head lightly, turning to look at the young dragon and raven who were silently confronting each other for a position next to the pillow, her eyes flickering slightly: “Unless Bivis is him.”

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“Him?”

Caine was increasingly confused, feeling that his thinking and the Captain’s were not aligned.

“But there’s no point in considering these things now. As our scholar himself said, at least until the journey to find Satin Island ends, he’s on our side.”

Roy grabbed the young dragon and raven and placed them on the inner side of the large bed, then turned away, her voice becoming indistinct: “If he wasn’t just talking big…”

“Cap-Captain?”

Seeing the young woman talking to herself with her back turned, Caine finally broke free from his muddled thoughts and reached out to nudge her, wanting her to explain clearly who this “him” in her words actually was.

But when his hand fell on Roy’s shoulder, her long, steady breathing had already started, indicating she had entered dreamland.

Only at this moment did the First Mate suddenly remember that the young woman before him was not the monster-like Golden-Eyed Devil of the past, but a weakened patient still in recovery after severe blood loss.

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After supporting herself through such a long journey, personally pushing the wooden coffin into the sea, and having such a lengthy conversation with Bivis, she was already exhausted. Her quick falling asleep now further proved that her body had reached its limit.

Under these circumstances, forcibly waking her would certainly be inappropriate.

Get well soon, Captain.

Sighing lightly, after extinguishing the candles on the newly replaced wooden table, Caine also removed his clothes and lay across the large bed, watching Roy’s slightly rising and falling body, thinking silently.

The night passed uneventfully.

The next day, when morning light shone through the glass window into the room, disturbing the Captain from her sleep, she seemed to have completely forgotten what she had said the night before. She returned to a comfortable and leisurely life, even slipping away alone to the manor outside the city after leaving the words “it’s not like you need me anyway.”

The gears of time turned slowly. Everything, whether the recovery of her body or the progress of Yadris affairs, proceeded as planned by Roy, in an orderly manner.

Whether it was due to the First Mate’s blessing or not, the young woman, who in the ship doctor’s view should have needed a month of careful nursing before her physical condition would gradually improve, actually only took about a week to become vibrant again.

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After passing various rigorous examinations, the ship doctor with an unpleasant expression had to announce that their Captain—no, this monster-like woman—had completely regained her health and no longer needed to follow the nutritional menu that had caused her to quarrel with the First Mate daily.

Walking through the manor’s gate, one was greeted by green lawns, sheep grazing leisurely on the pasture, and children playing around cows being milked.

The manor that Roy built for herself was very spacious, but what truly received attention and resources was just an ordinary-sized, mainly wooden two-story building that looked no different from the folk residences in the relatively barren western regions of the Auran Empire.

Apart from this unremarkable wooden house with its particularly exquisite interior decoration, most areas of the manor were open pastures, accessible at all times to shepherds and playful children. As long as one didn’t do anything too outrageous, the resources of this pasture were available for all to use.

According to the young woman, when standing on the second floor of her residence and looking through the floor-to-ceiling windows at the sun-drenched pasture and the hardworking shepherds, she could recall her experiences working on the ranch with her mother, which allowed her heart to relax completely, a rare occurrence.

Walking across the soft grass, Caine stopped at the door of the residence and said to the two behind him: “Wait a moment, I’ll inform the Captain.”

After speaking, the young man pushed open the door while calling loudly: “Captain, we have guests.”

But shortly after Caine’s words fell, the raven flapping its wings and repeatedly calling “help,” and the young dragon who had only recently learned to fly, wobbling unsteadily in the air and likely to fall at any moment, rushed out one after another, flying straight toward him.