Captain – Chapter 303 – The Final Evidence

“Why… is this happening?”

Roy asked with some difficulty, wanting to know the answer.

In truth, she rarely cared about such matters, because even if sirens were legendary creatures, their extinction had nothing to do with her.

Moreover, since ancient times, too many races had disappeared—even the gods had departed, perhaps no longer existing. So what difference did one more siren species make?

But this time, she felt compelled to ask.

Because she could clearly hear from Bivis’s tone and words that this matter was certainly connected to Captain Edward, and anything related to the devil… naturally concerned her as well.

This feeling, or rather intuition, stemmed from a suspicion she had never voiced aloud, yet had basically confirmed.

Knowing why the young woman asked this question, Bivis remained silent for a while—not considering how to respond, but because the truth was too horrifying. Even now, it still filled him with fear and unease.

He seemed to see that scene again—pale blue, faintly glowing blood flowing everywhere, covering the entire icy sea.

“Why? Because the extinction of the siren race was caused entirely by that devil. If not for needing to leave a guiding beacon, he wouldn’t have spared a single life.”

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Hearing these words, even Roy was too shocked to speak for a long time. Then, her eyes brightened slightly as she asked: “Why would he do this? What was the reason?”

Roy didn’t know what sirens looked like and knew almost nothing about them, having only heard their stories from various legends. She thought that since Captain Edward chose to do this, he must have had some reason.

Perhaps those female demons were truly as the legends described—causing ships to sink and delighting in eating raw flesh and drinking blood. If so, they naturally deserved to die out, even to become extinct.

“No one knows the reason, because no one could guess his thoughts or dared to question them. But in my view, perhaps he had no reason at all, nor did he need one.”

As if seeing through the young woman’s thoughts, the scholar’s tone became more detached—only detachment could express his attitude toward that man and hide the fear in his heart: “I understand your thinking, but the reality was different. Hundreds of years ago, sirens existed in the world, not as mysterious and rare as legends suggest.”

“I was fortunate enough to see one once.”

The scholar lied, because he had seen them not just once, but countless times.

However, those fairy-like beautiful, kind, lovable, and approachable beings all eventually became cold corpses, floating on the surface of the icy sea like countless dead fish.

“The true appearance of sirens was not as people imagined—not eagle-bodied with human faces, but similar to humans, only more beautiful, more perfect.”

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Saying this, Bivis glanced at the captain’s face, thinking she too was beautiful, as beautiful as that man hundreds of years ago.

After a pause, the scholar continued: “They resembled humans in form, all with blue eyes like the sea, because although they were children of Acherousian, they were equally born of the ocean, raised in the ocean.”

Hearing this, Roy couldn’t help looking at her nearby first mate, for his eyes were also like the sea—beautifully azure.

“Additionally, they had wings growing from their backs and were covered in fish scales. They could fly in the blue sky, swim in the deep sea, and freely come ashore—arguably the most adaptable and freest beings in the world.”

“So actually, many races recorded in legends passed down—sea demons, mermaids, harpy-like creatures—all referred to them.”

“Possessing such innate talents and beauty was naturally the world’s gift to them. Perhaps because of this, sirens were full of goodwill toward the world and friendly to all living beings. In daily life, they needed only to drink water and eat some wild fruits and seaweed to satisfy themselves—how could they eat people?”

“Luring ships onto reefs was even more nonsensical. They were indeed skilled at singing, but that singing wasn’t for sailors to hear, but for the sea—to calm its occasional fury. Far from endangering passing ships, they often guided travelers through storms.”

“Just like now.”

This was the scholar’s conclusion, which awakened Roy and her companion who had been listening attentively. They exchanged glances, both with some surprise in their eyes. Such secrets had long been lost in the vast river of history; learning them suddenly naturally aroused unusual emotions.

Roy’s feelings were even more complex than her first mate’s.

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If sirens were truly as Bivis described, then the devil had no reason to kill them and destroy such rare beauty in the world.

At the same time, Roy clearly understood why the scholar would say this. Although he supported sealing away the Lady, he was ultimately her follower and naturally opposed to that devil. Having been harmed by him, he naturally harbored more disgust and hatred.

He wanted to persuade her to betray that devil.

As for why he would do this, it was probably because he had detected certain doubts in Roy’s heart. Even though they hadn’t met much during this journey, if he truly was the person Roy suspected, there was no way he wouldn’t have noticed.

Roy had indeed said in the past that if she ever met that devil, she would find a way to truly kill him.

This was revenge for how he had manipulated her, but even more it was a promise to her first mate, because of the closeness of their relationship and because of the destruction of the First Fleet.

But as the journey neared its end, the fog gradually cleared and various conjectures and truths crowded in, her feelings became increasingly complex, and her thoughts began to waver.

This was still because of that conjecture, the one she had never told anyone—was the blood she carried actually that of the devil? Was Captain Edward’s unknown surname…

Actually Roy?

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If so, most of the questions in her heart would be answered, like why that dead bastard had abandoned her and her mother, or why that devil had chosen her and made that wager with her.

By now, she had basically confirmed this conjecture, but lacked evidence.

So even though she heard the hidden meaning in the scholar’s words, she needed him to provide evidence to prove that past event and convince her.

“I need evidence.”

As if he had anticipated this scene, the scholar showed no surprise on his face, merely shaking his head: “I have no evidence. There is no evidence for those past events. Even if there was, it would have been diluted and eroded by hundreds of years, or erased by that devil himself.”

Seeing the young woman’s slightly raised eyebrow, Bivis knew what she meant. She was silently saying: “Without evidence, why are you even talking?”

Smiling slightly, Bivis turned sideways, extended his index finger, and pointed toward the dim ice plains ahead of the Mermaid, adding in a whisper: “I don’t have any, but that doesn’t mean these things never happened. Perhaps in that lighthouse standing on the ice plains, you can find the answer.”

On the ice plains stood a lighthouse, and inside the lighthouse was a siren—the final ember of her race, and also the one who could testify to the Pirate King’s crimes…

The final evidence.