Captain – Chapter 312 – A Dangerous Move

Looking at Captain Edward’s choice of this siren as both key and sacrifice, it hadn’t been random. He had chosen her only after confirming she wasn’t a fearless “person,” but rather a weak one who could be influenced and controlled.

This wasn’t purely bullying the weak, because when the weak truly despair, they can become the bravest beings in the world, at least no longer fearing death.

Only those naturally gentle and burdened by emotions would willingly endure centuries of cold and emptiness for certain promises, using their life to fulfill an agreement with the devil.

That was exactly what the siren represented—trembling uncontrollably, equally desperate, equally terrified of approaching death, yet without any thought of escape.

But she didn’t know that the devil’s promises to her might have been just a cruel joke.

Experiencing the devil’s manipulation of hearts and his indifference toward life, Roy felt an overwhelming chill despite her existing understanding of him. This chill was more genuine than ever before, as if she had personally witnessed that tragedy.

Because the siren right beside her was a silent accusation against him.

With this thought, Roy’s gaze grew much colder—not toward the young woman at her side, but toward that ruthlessly cruel Pirate King.

She had told the scholar that if she could find evidence of the devil’s crimes in the ice tower, she would consider his suggestion, be more vigilant toward the devil, and even grow distant or become his enemy.

This wasn’t for Bivis, much less for the siren race. Caine might have some influence, but mostly it was for herself.

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If facts proved the devil to be an extremely heartless character who would use any means to achieve his goals and sacrifice anyone, then cooperating with him would be like negotiating with a tiger for its skin—she could be abandoned at any moment and devoured completely.

Under such circumstances, even if Roy’s suspicion were true, it would likely have no meaning. Whether to side with him would no longer be a question worth discussing.

Are you really… that kind of person?

As that somewhat blurred face flashed before her, thinking of everything the devil had done to her, and the miraculous power that had once flowed through her body, the coldness in Roy’s eyes gradually faded, replaced by extremely complex emotions.

No one could answer this question for her; she could only rely on herself to find the answer. More importantly now was lighting the basin and resolving the curse on the siren.

Roy understood this, so she suppressed her thoughts and refocused on the matter at hand.

Gently tightening her grip on the siren’s hand, the captain turned her face and gave her a reassuring look, as if saying “it’ll be fine with me.”

Feeling the confidence and composure in those dark golden eyes, even though the siren couldn’t understand Auran, she could understand the meaning expressed by the person before her. Though puzzled by her confidence, for some reason the siren truly relaxed considerably, no longer trembling uncontrollably.

Seeing this, Roy released the siren’s hand, bent down, and drew a dagger from her boot.

Concealing weapons in hidden places on her body was a precaution she and the little brat had taken when Red Beard’s health was declining and he could barely hold on, to prevent Algernon from using underhanded methods and sending assassins to kill them and seize the captain’s position.

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Over time, this became their shared habit. Even when it was no longer necessary, they would still carry at least one dagger.

Of course, the captain’s dagger wasn’t poisoned, nor was it the one given to Cecilia, but rather a replica commissioned before setting sail.

Standing up, Roy took the siren’s hand again but didn’t immediately act.

Feeling the captain’s questioning gaze, the siren hesitated for a moment before nodding slightly in agreement.

From the other’s previous behavior, she could at least confirm one thing: this young woman, who emanated an aura similar to the devil’s, bore no ill will toward her, and might even…

Not want to kill her.

Looking at the young woman’s calm profile, seeing how careful she was when piercing her fingertip, the siren’s eyes, reflecting the deep blue light, flickered slightly, giving rise to different emotions. But in the end, these emotions all returned to calmness.

She felt it was meaningless.

Because this was the destiny personally chosen for her by the devil. Even if the young woman before her had a special identity, there was no reason she could change it. Otherwise, those deaths, those hundreds of years of cold and lonely sleep, and everything the devil had done would become illusory.

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Drops of pale blue blood, emitting a cold glow, fell into the thick, deep blue liquid in the ice basin, making a faint, unpleasant sound.

After falling into the deep blue liquid, the blood drops seemed to come alive, swimming nimbly like small fish in the sea. But this beautiful scene of regained freedom didn’t last long before being interrupted by a strange change.

As if sensing the arrival of prey, the patterns on the ice basin lit up slightly. The thick “sea” immediately began to churn, instantly devouring the blood drops, its color deepening somewhat.

Watching this scene, Roy raised an eyebrow, somewhat confused.

She tried the flint she carried, but found the liquid simply wouldn’t ignite. When exposed to heat, it only released a paler ice-blue mist, reflecting the light particles in the air more hazily, like a mirror, refracting countless faint lights.

What did this mean? Could the original liquid be a fire retardant?

Roy frowned, thinking about the scholar’s words that siren blood was the best fuel, capable of burning at low temperatures and lasting hundreds of years.

For this reason, she had thought that lighting the lighthouse might not necessarily require killing the siren, but only a small amount of her blood. Now this idea seemed somewhat naive.

The captain wasn’t discouraged, just slightly disappointed. After all, this was only the beginning of her attempts, not the final outcome.

She was willing to make these attempts partly to see if there was a way to save this pitiful being, and partly due to her distrust of Bivis—part of her own process of seeking evidence, as she had said.

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Roy had no fondness for the devil, but she had suspicions. She felt similarly about the scholar.

If Bivis was who she suspected, he would naturally do everything detrimental to Captain Edward, and likely harbored no good intentions toward her either.

Moreover, a mortal—even one now cursed and transformed into an immortal Death-Fearer—Bivis could never fully guess the devil’s thoughts. Even if Lady Annisdora had told him about the past and secrets, it would be the same.

Because Edward was one who deceived deities.

Furthermore, after obtaining the power of the magical box, Edward had approached godhood. Having watched her for over a decade before resolutely choosing her, he surely knew her inside out and couldn’t have failed to anticipate the current situation.

He would know that if he truly was that kind of person, if he ultimately forced her against her will like Robert had, what the result would be. Given that, how could he let Bivis… or rather, the Lady, have her way?

So now it seemed…

Roy narrowed her eyes, watching the ice basin with its glowing patterns, observing the light particles dancing like butterflies in the ice mist, and silently made her judgment.

The first risky move in this chess game had arrived.