Captain – Chapter 232 – The Letter

As the young woman’s words fell, Berney immediately understood her meaning.

But hearing the dangerous undertone in Roy’s words, and thinking about that major incident which, once it occurred, would cause tremendous waves across the Empire, the Colonel’s eyes still couldn’t help but contract, filled with disbelief.

Soon, however, the young man calmed himself again. He pushed the letter beside him toward the Captain and said in a hushed voice: “The Governor’s letters never bear his signature, nor do they include addresses or any information that might expose him. I didn’t meet with him before executing the mission, so I don’t know his exact location.”

“You don’t know the exact location, which means… you know his general whereabouts?”

Roy’s gaze fell on the letter, darting through the lines, and she quickly read the brief secret message thoroughly.

Most of the letter’s content was consistent with the Colonel’s previous account, merely providing more detailed instructions about sending her to Norton Fortress and subsequent plans, all written in an imperative tone that allowed no refusal.

The remaining portion, naturally, consisted of the man’s most adept tactics for winning people over: first using gentle words to soothe the young man’s panic, then promising to extricate him from the turmoil, and finally offering extremely generous rewards.

Though harboring much hatred for that man, Roy had to admit that in controlling people’s hearts, even she was far inferior to him.

The Captain smiled somewhat pensively, but that smile quickly disappeared, replaced by a thoughtful expression.

In the last line of the letter, she saw a cryptic sentence.

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“I look forward to witnessing that scene with my own eyes.”

What scene did he mean? Was it her being sent back to Norton Prison, or her escaping during the journey, or perhaps…

“Witnessing you being triggered by old memories and rising up to kill me,” Berney stated with certainty.

His interruption breaking her train of thought, Roy frowned slightly as she looked at him and asked puzzledly: “Why would you think that?”

“Initially, I didn’t understand the true meaning of this sentence. I thought he just wanted to witness you falling into prison again. Later, seeing you in shackles with that murderous demeanor, I thought he meant you would kill all of us for the key and escape in the downpour.”

The Colonel gazed at the Captain’s dark golden pupils, recalling the chilling killing intent that had suddenly flared in them earlier, and said solemnly: “But the second guess was quickly disproven after my preliminary conversation with you, because it seems… you don’t intend to kill me.”

“That might be your misperception,” the Captain shrugged.

“Fine, at least you won’t harm me before you’ve fully used me.”

Berney sighed lightly and continued explaining his judgment: “Besides, if I’m not mistaken, you probably didn’t plan to make a move during the journey either. Partly to avoid fulfilling the lord’s wishes, and partly to give Young Master Howard or Governor Naren time to respond, right?”

Her eyes widening slightly, Roy examined the young man before her with somewhat astonished eyes, then nodded after a moment: “You’re correct. But seeing how terrified you are of me, I’m truly surprised you could consider this point.”

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Berney’s eye twitched as he gritted his teeth: “I may be idle and unambitious, but that doesn’t mean I’m a brainless fool.”

“Alright, alright, don’t get excited. Please continue,” Roy raised her hand to placate him, smiling sheepishly.

The Colonel took a deep breath and said: “Your reaction and threat upon hearing about Norton Prison, along with your subsequent series of analyses, further confirmed my judgment. When you asked about the lord’s whereabouts, I had another guess.”

“Since even I could guess some of your intentions, the lord naturally could too. So while we say it’s a last-minute change of destination, it’s possible that from the beginning, he set Norton Prison as your destination, seeking exactly what you mentioned earlier—to drive you mad, or Young Master Howard.”

Hearing this, Roy’s eyes suddenly flickered. She traced the last sentence on the letter and asked softly: “Are you suggesting that his location is not far from Norton Prison?”

“It’s still just a guess, but I think if the lord’s written ‘witness with my own eyes’ isn’t merely figurative, then a town or estate near Norton Prison would be the most likely possibility.”

At this point, Berney looked at the young woman and asked: “So, Miss… Captain Roy, given your familiarity with that place and your understanding of him, can you deduce the possible location?”

Possible location…

Roy narrowed her eyes, recalling her time with that man.

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The paths they had walked together, the scenery they had seen, the residences where they had stayed—all flashed before the young woman’s eyes, until finally all images returned to darkness.

In that darkness, suddenly came the sound of a door opening, followed by brilliant light.

Elegant music, like a guiding beacon, led the light to illuminate the hall, illuminating the nobles who danced gracefully and reservedly. Then, following the crimson carpet, it flowed outward, illuminating the corridors, the courtyard, and the entire magnificent mansion.

At the front door of that mansion, a man in a dark coat held the hand of a thin child, both gazing at the brilliant starry sky.

The memory froze there, and Roy’s eyes wavered slightly before she finally extracted herself from that scene.

“Loriton. Not far from that small town, near the Loyce Canal, there’s a mansion that belongs to him. He should be there.”

Though it was merely a guess, the young woman spoke with absolute certainty. Her gaze returned to the letter, lingering on the last sentence for a long time without moving away.

The candle burned quietly in the Captain’s quarters, beside it lay a sheet of white paper.

The candlelight flickered gently, illuminating the elegant cursive on the paper, characters flowing so beautifully they seemed unlikely to have come from a pirate’s hand.

“If I’m not mistaken, aren’t you surprised right now?”

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Without reading this sentence aloud, Caine could imagine the Captain’s mischievous tone.

He smiled bitterly and shook his head, admitting that when he unfolded the paper, he was indeed amazed by the beautiful handwriting, to the point of wondering if the Ship’s Doctor had written it for her.

After all, during their time together, apart from seeing Roy sign contracts, he had never seen her hold a pen.

“Actually, there’s nothing to be surprised about. Since I can remember, my mother began teaching me to read and write. No matter how wildly I played during the day or how tired I was, I couldn’t escape this in the evening. To avoid this troublesome affair, I made many efforts, but naturally, they all failed.”

Reading this, the First Mate couldn’t help but laugh softly.

“But because of this, I developed good handwriting—the kind that could enchant noble young ladies, making them unable to put it down, admiring it repeatedly.”

Imagining the Captain’s proud demeanor as she wrote this sentence, the smile at the corner of Caine’s mouth instantly froze.

“Enough rambling with you, Caine. Didn’t you want to know about my past? I’ve written it all down. And congratulations—you’ll be the first to learn about the great Captain Roy’s bitter and pitiful dark history before her rise.”

“Also, no telling secrets.”