Captain – Chapter 310 – The Awakening Siren

As she ran her hand across the crystal coffin, Roy felt a bone-chilling cold penetrate from her palm, quickly spreading throughout her body, as if summoning back all the coldness that the warm rain had driven away.

Shivering, the captain withdrew her hand, but noticed that pale mist still lingered where she had touched.

She realized then that this seemingly ordinary mist wasn’t like the cold fog that condensed on glass windows on winter mornings, which would turn to water when wiped away. This was truly a protective layer of extreme cold, frigid enough to deceive time itself and preserve vitality eternally.

With the white mist undisturbed, naturally the true appearance of the siren sleeping within remained unclear.

This frustrated Roy greatly. She held her chin, circling the crystal coffin several times, examining it meticulously, yet still couldn’t discover any mechanism left by those who came before. Or perhaps the devil simply hadn’t considered this issue.

After all, Captain Edward was a pirate, not one of those ancient legendary emperors who built tombs with countless deadly traps.

If so, the simplest method should suffice to open it.

With this thought, Roy stood before the crystal coffin, took a deep breath, then placed her hand on the mirror-smooth surface, and following the direction of the patterns, pushed to the left.

With a slight friction sound, the flat coffin lid moved easily, sliding gradually to the left.

Most amazingly, the portion pushed away from the crystal coffin’s surface seemed to have no weight at all. It didn’t cause the entire lid to fall to the ground, but silently dissolved into the air, evaporating into gas like the white mist shrouding it.

Finally, the crystal coffin’s lid completely disappeared.

After completing this, Roy quickly withdrew her hand, blew hot breath on it, and forcefully pinched her fingers, privately complaining, “So cold.”

Yet despite this, while warming herself, the captain’s eyes remained fixed on the crystal coffin, with no intention of looking away.

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However, like the lid turning to mist, countless wisps of white mist surged out from within, flowing down and spreading across the floor, ethereal as clouds. Just touching it would make one’s body cold, giving an idea of how low the temperature inside the crystal coffin must have been.

After some time, the mist dissipated, revealing the scene within to the young woman and the raven, leaving them stunned and speechless.

The crystal coffin didn’t contain only pale and deep blue colors, but was lined with a layer of soft petals. These petals were colorful, yet despite being gathered in one place, they didn’t appear jarring but rather perfectly harmonious, resembling a carefully cultivated sea of flowers.

No one knew what strange flowers these petals came from, but despite enduring hundreds of years of time and cold, they remained as fresh as life, as if ready to bloom at any moment.

Among that “sea of flowers” lay a young woman quietly. Her face was pale with hints of deep blue, yet still impossibly beautiful. Among all the beauties of the world, perhaps none could compare with her, for that face simply didn’t belong to the mortal realm.

The reason sirens were called sea demons might relate to their songs and the terrifying power of seduction in legends, but the most important reason certainly included this otherworldly beauty.

Even Roy, with considerable resistance to beauty, fell into a brief trance upon seeing that face. After coming to her senses, she couldn’t help touching her own face and exchanging a glance with the raven on her shoulder.

“Prettier than you, Captain.”

Alfie called softly, not mocking but simply stating a fact.

“Yes, how could there be such a beautiful… creature.”

The young woman sighed softly, returning her gaze to the siren, and couldn’t help but inwardly curse the devil. She thought that such a beautiful being, if truly harmless and friendly as Bivis had said, would likely attract even her, so who could imagine…

That the devil would so coldly exterminate the entire race?

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After more careful observation, Roy gained a deeper understanding of the siren’s physical characteristics.

Long eyelashes, skin white as snow—such details went without saying.

The sleeping young woman wore a dress of unknown material, as thin and dreamlike as rippling water, floating lightly in the breeze. This attracted some of Roy’s attention, but even more striking were the deep blue scales on her face and exposed skin, somewhere between snake scales and fish scales.

Additionally, she had long deep blue hair, soft as seaweed, gently swaying among the sea of flowers, like floating on a calm water surface.

Suddenly, Roy’s pupils contracted slightly as she was admiring the sight, her expression becoming solemn.

Because she was observing so intently, even though the siren’s eyelash movements were extremely slight, they didn’t escape the captain’s eyes.

Is she about to wake up?

This thought seemed absurd, because after sleeping for hundreds of years in an extremely cold environment, even if sirens were legendary beings born of the ocean and favored by heaven and earth, she shouldn’t wake so quickly and calmly.

But on second thought, since the lighthouse had welcomed its visitor and the crystal coffin had been opened, the long sleep carrying a cruel mission had come to an end. Naturally, she should wake and then face her cold fate.

This carried a sense of tragic grandeur.

Roy wasn’t particularly saddened, but quietly watched the siren’s face, observing those eyes slowly opening, still filled with fog-like bewilderment, deep blue in color.

No, they shouldn’t be described as blue.

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Those eyes were colorless, like crystal, only reflecting the deep blue of the light particles floating in the air. In sunlight, they might display a spectrum of seven colors.

The siren quickly regained clarity, sitting up in the crystal coffin. The sea of flowers swayed silently with her movement, making her crystalline, captivating face—which didn’t appear healthy—look increasingly pale and delicate.

Her gaze met the captain’s, and in the instant she saw those dark golden pupils, or perhaps from the moment she awoke, she knew all the reasons, knew what would happen.

Even though past memories came like a tide, with pale blue blood color enveloping her heart, the siren’s gaze remained calm as water, showing neither fear nor sorrow.

Seeing her expression, feeling the detached emotions hidden within, Roy believed Bivis’s story without even asking.

She understood that emotion—sadness until tears run dry, hatred and suffering and despair until all that remains is detachment—because she too had experienced it.

Yet compared to herself, the darkness this young woman had witnessed and experienced was perhaps infinitely deeper and more terrifying.

“Uh… hello.”

After thinking for a long time, the captain didn’t know how to begin and simply used the most common greeting. Unsurprisingly, she received no response.

“I’m not on that devil’s side. We’re just using each other now, so your hatred has no reason to fall on me, right? Perhaps we can talk properly. If you cooperate, maybe we can find a better solution.”

This time, Roy deliberated for a long while and seriously delivered this speech, but after waiting some time, she was disappointed to find that the siren still showed no reaction, just silently watching her.

“How about this—if you’re willing to help me, I’ll find a way to take you away from here, give you freedom, and look for a method to break the curse. Or, hmm… we could go find that devil and settle accounts together. What do you think?”

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Freedom has always been one of the deepest desires imprinted in life’s instincts. Whether being imprisoned or having one’s voice taken away, both related to curses. Even if the siren wasn’t interested in these things, Roy was certain she would be interested in the proposal for revenge.

Faced with such a deep blood feud, who wouldn’t want to kill their enemy with their own hands?

Perhaps you lack courage, or perhaps sufficient strength—then I’ll provide them. Surely that should spark some thought?

This was Roy’s plan, but unfortunately, though the idea was good, it was shattered before it could be implemented.

The siren still had no reaction, none at all.

The captain finally began to lose patience. She stepped forward, staring at that exquisitely beautiful face just inches away, and asked in confusion: “Is it that you don’t trust me, have no desire to continue living, or are dissatisfied with my conditions? Whatever the reason, at least give some reaction. Otherwise, how can we continue this conversation?”

Even if she couldn’t speak, couldn’t she at least nod?

As if moved by Roy’s sincerity, this time the siren’s expression finally changed.

She slightly furrowed her beautiful pale eyebrows, and in her eyes reflecting dark gold appeared some bewilderment and confusion, as if not understanding the captain’s meaning.

But Roy understood her meaning.

Stepping back, the captain crossed her arms and looked at the siren, her face written with “difficult” all over it. After a long silence, she tentatively spoke.

“You… don’t understand Auran?”