Captain – Chapter 313 – An Unknown Path

Roy continued her attempts relentlessly.

From the beginning until now, she had taken three drops of blood from the siren’s fingertip.

One drop was devoured by that deep blue “sea,” another was placed on the dagger and ignited with flint, burning with a stable deep blue flame, though it immediately extinguished when the captain placed it in the ice basin, only making the ice mist floating in the air thicker.

The third drop’s fate wasn’t much different from the second, except it still remained on the dagger’s tip, the deep blue flame flickering in the wind.

Roy looked at the thread of fire burning on the dagger tip and the increasingly dense ice mist around her, then at the increasingly deep liquid in the ice basin, forming some preliminary conjectures.

First, siren blood was indeed the best fuel—an undeniable fact. She had wrongly suspected Bivis on this point.

Second, the liquid in the ice basin wasn’t a fire retardant as she’d thought. On the contrary, it was meant to facilitate combustion, but unlike ordinary accelerants, its ignition point was too high and its heat storage capacity too strong. Anyone touching its surface would notice it was slightly warm.

That warmth naturally came from the heat it had previously absorbed.

The dispersing mist wasn’t similar to the ice mist flowing from the crystal coffin, but more like the smoke released by fuel approaching ignition before actually catching fire. Its increasing density naturally meant the liquid was gradually approaching its ignition point.

Such an unusual accelerant, once ignited, would release unparalleled light and heat, producing sun-like brilliance—the light needed to reveal Satin Island and guide the way.

Finally, when siren blood entered the ice basin, it appeared to be devoured by the deep blue liquid, but was actually merging with it, bringing that deep blue “sea” ever closer to the threshold of violent combustion.

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So in the end, this still seemed to be a dead end.

To ignite the liquid in the ice basin required enough siren blood to dilute it and provide conditions for combustion. But judging by the current temperature of the liquid and the still thin mist around it, reaching that point would require far too much siren blood.

So much that even if the siren beside her bled out completely, it might not be enough.

What an exasperating deadlock.

Roy thought irritably, dipping her dagger into the ice basin as if delivering heavenly fire into the sea, but the deep blue liquid’s reaction remained unsurprising.

Sighing softly, the captain’s eyes showed some frustration as she glanced at the siren, finding her expression still calm. The fear and sadness once visible in her eyes had disappeared, as if she could now calmly accept her fate, or perhaps had long anticipated this outcome.

Indeed, this was the case.

She had long known all this was meaningless, yet still accompanied Roy through many attempts—to help the captain give up, while also preparing herself mentally to face her destiny.

Feeling Roy’s somewhat dejected gaze, the siren’s delicate face no longer remained emotionless as before, but showed a faint smile mixed with understanding and encouragement.

No one in this world could unravel the devil’s methods, not even the transcendent, great Lady. The young woman before her certainly couldn’t either, but her intention alone was enough.

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It seemed her and her sisters’ view was correct—each person is an independent individual, and one shouldn’t resent or hate someone because their ancestors committed crimes.

Thinking of the teachings she had received, remembering those faces of her people that seemed like yesterday yet were now so blurred, the siren’s smile faded somewhat, looking somewhat forced. Combined with her somewhat sickly pale complexion, it made her appear more fragile.

She was the youngest child of the siren race, so every member of her clan was her beloved sister, caring for and loving her deeply.

Now their bodies had perished, turned to dry bones, but their souls still drifted, unable to return to the embrace of the sea or find peace. She naturally had to do something.

With this thought, the siren’s face seemed to gain some color, no longer looking fragile but incredibly strong. If a weak person forced into a desperate situation could become brave for various reasons, then she had persevered all this time for this conviction.

Now at the end, she had also found release.

The siren put away her smile and raised her hand toward Roy, exposing her slender wrist, her meaning crystal clear.

She wanted the captain to cut her wrist. Although this method wouldn’t drain her blood completely, once placed in that magical deep blue liquid, it should achieve her purpose.

Seeing this, Roy was momentarily stunned, then firmly shook her head, refusing unequivocally, unyielding even as the other’s eyes, reflecting deep blue light, filled with pleading.

From this moment, the lighthouse became utterly silent.

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No more pacing, no more burning sounds. Even the normally optimistic and lively raven felt sadness for the impending separation, hanging its small head for a long time, occasionally looking up at the fragile young woman.

Sirens were friendly to all beings, and being favored by heaven and earth, possessed a unique charm. It was only natural for the raven to feel attachment and reluctance to part.

A slight sound.

The siren stepped closer to Roy, still raising her wrist.

The captain raised her hand to indicate she needn’t plead further, as she wouldn’t agree. Then she looked back at the increasingly bright patterns on the ice basin, her gaze rapidly flickering, thoughts racing.

The devil’s deadlock seemed to offer no hope, no turning point, but somehow she felt something was subtly wrong—perhaps some hidden issue that might be the key to breaking the impasse.

The conversation on the lonely island, the devil’s understanding and choice of her, the miraculous reversals that had occurred along the way, everything Bivis had said, the key to the direction of this chess game…

The only key.

Roy fell into deep thought and recollection, countless complex pieces of information flowing through her mind. She was like a fish swimming in a dim sea, searching for that one remaining ray of light in the boundless darkness.

Normally, she wouldn’t think so much, as it wasn’t her style.

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But this time was different, because it involved too many issues. Beyond the siren’s life and death, the most important naturally concerned her relationship with the devil and her future position. These questions were too important to ignore.

But the captain failed to notice that the scenes flashing before her eyes were moving faster and faster, her information processing becoming terrifyingly quick, gradually surpassing ordinary people and even the world’s most knowledgeable and quick-thinking sages.

This wasn’t to say she was more intelligent than such sages, but that she had imperceptibly gained certain extraordinary powers that shouldn’t belong to mortals.

The devil’s gift, or perhaps power that had always been hidden deep in her bloodline.

Her dark golden pupils gradually brightened, like burning, flowing magma. The character on the back of her neck glowed brilliantly, dazzling to behold.

All sounds receded, all distracting thoughts vanished. After traversing that long, seemingly endless passage and seeing countless scenes flashing by, Roy finally regained consciousness, returning to the present, the brilliance in her pupils and the character having faded away without her noticing.

She looked at the deep blue sea in the ice basin, raising an eyebrow, her gaze clear.

After that unbelievably rapid thinking and organizing, she had truly found that subtle wrongness, and then saw the potentially existing path.

Now, it was time to try.