Captain – Chapter 320 – A Test

Like thunder, this statement echoed through the room, shaking the deep blue light particles into chaotic dancing patterns, as if they too were shocked by the revelation.

The legend of the Acherousian Lighthouse had never spread through the world, much less been recorded. Even in the distant past, besides Edward’s crew and the Lady who silently observed everything, likely no one else knew.

Of course, no matter how deeply secrets are buried, they can never erase all traces.

Over these hundreds of years, the number of people who knew the lighthouse’s truth hadn’t diminished through time’s river, but rather increased.

Like the captains chosen by the Lady, her confidants, and the scholar with unknown connections to her; Roy who learned everything through him, or…

Those mysterious beings of unknown number, hidden in unknown places, with ties to the devil.

So naturally, Vivian knew everything about the lighthouse.

She knew its name, its origin, the bloody story accompanying it, and the last siren in the world imprisoned at its top.

At the same time, like everyone who knew the lighthouse’s truth, she believed lighting the lighthouse fire required siren blood, requiring that poor creature to sacrifice her life.

For some extremely secret reasons, Vivian’s attitude toward life contrasted sharply with her terrifying methods. She still harbored goodwill deep in her heart. During the hundreds of years commanding the Death Silence, she had judged only deeply sinful people, never making a mistake.

Such a quality appearing in a girl who resembled an undead, suffering endless pain, was naturally contradictory and seemed incredible.

But upon careful thought, there seemed to be no absolute reason why these couldn’t coexist.

Read оո KαtRеaԁіngСаfе

Just as Roy had also experienced hardship, but after becoming a legend and ruling Yadris, had established three rules to maintain order and stability. Though there were selfish motives of building reputation, her goodwill toward ordinary people was undeniable.

So in fact, Vivian’s hatred and hostility toward the devil, though related to the Lady and her own position, was also inseparable from his indifference to life and the enormous crimes he had committed.

Moreover, she wasn’t a siren, just someone bearing a curse.

Her heart contained goodness, but without that excessively noble awareness. It was normal for her to dislike Roy for carrying out the devil’s will, hating her by association.

Therefore from the beginning, Vivian hadn’t thought about negotiating with the captain.

Because in her view, with the lighthouse lit, the siren had naturally died, probably completely drained of blood. And if the person before her could act this way for the devil’s will, for the treasure buried on Satin Island, how was she any different from the devil?

On this issue, killing one or killing ten thousand made little difference.

But what Vivian hadn’t expected was for the other to say such a thing.

The lighthouse’s fuel wasn’t siren blood but Roy’s own blood. This implied many things, but in her heart, what concerned her most wasn’t that the Lady’s arrangements might be disrupted, that this mission might encounter changes, but rather…

The siren’s life or death.

“She’s not dead.”

Guessing the young woman’s thoughts, Roy lowered her arms from her sides, smiling as she said: “Furthermore, I returned the freedom the devil had taken from her. She’s now either at the tower top or has already descended. If you don’t believe me, you can go up and see for yourself.”

Rеаⅾ οո ΚаtRеαdinɡCаfe

Hearing this, Vivian finally showed some emotion, the feelings in her eyes changing.

Though there was still vigilance and distance, the hatred by association, indifference, and undisguised killing intent had all melted away like ice and snow, leaving no trace.

The young woman’s slight changes in expression and gaze were actually very subtle, fleeting.

But Roy precisely captured these changes, confirming the other’s reaction wasn’t false while also verifying some of her suspicions.

This captain of the Death Silence wasn’t as she initially thought—neither coldly indifferent nor deeply calculating. Instead, she truly resembled a girl with little worldly experience, fiery-hearted, fiercely hating evil, regarding right and wrong as extremely important.

This was genuinely surprising and interesting.

She was like a blank canvas, not yet stained by evil and suffering, still maintaining vibrant colors. This naturally wasn’t a bad thing, but it also meant…

She was easily deceived.

Of course, even knowing this, Roy wouldn’t show any contempt for Vivian.

She was, after all, close to the Lady. Even while maintaining girlish qualities, she would show no mercy to enemies, let alone hesitate to kill or fear bloodshed.

If that were true, why would the scholar fear her so much?

So hoping for this Blood Craver to show mercy or be persuaded to change her mind, let alone her position, was equally wishful thinking. But at least using her somewhat was still possible.

Rеaԁ οn КаtRеαԁіոgCαfе

This was the real reason Roy had said so much to her.

“Why?”

The young woman’s slightly hoarse voice sounded again.

Knowing what she was asking, the captain said naturally: “Because I learned about that dark past from Bivis, I disliked the devil’s methods, and didn’t want to follow his wishes by taking the siren’s life, so I made many attempts.”

“Until finally, I discovered that the real key to opening the door was myself, and this is what I meant by the major premise allowing our negotiation.”

Getting this answer, Vivian’s thoughts raced, quickly sorting out some key points, understanding the implications hidden in the other’s words.

The focus of these words had nothing to do with negotiation or bargaining chips. Those seemingly natural, pleasant words meant for her ears weren’t the essence. The key lay in that name.

“Bivis?”

The young woman frowned slightly, her tone somewhat confused.

“Oh, I forgot to mention, he’s the scholar I spoke about.”

Roy blinked, then quickly reacted, smiling as she added this explanation. But her mood wasn’t as relaxed as her surface appeared, now containing some wariness.

Yes, the key to her statement was Bivis.

Read oո ΚatReαdіngСаfе

This was a test. If the other heard this and raised no objection to the name, it would indicate she knew the scholar, or at least should know this name… or alias.

And her knowing naturally meant the Lady knew.

How many people in this world could catch the Lady’s eye?

Those beings were few, and all were either great figures, brilliantly shining in the river of history, or notorious for their crimes.

Once this fact was confirmed, combined with those ancient stories, the scholar’s behavior all along, and her own suspicions and conjectures, Roy might not completely determine his identity, but could at least judge whether he truly posed a threat.

This was an extremely secret chess game. If moves were truly made, it would not only affect Bivis’s life or death but might change the entire situation.

Vivian didn’t take the bait.

She asked a “confused” question, so whether feigned or genuinely unknowing, she pushed the entire chessboard into murky waters, rendering it useless.

Indeed not so easy to deal with.

Roy thought silently. Even a blank canvas-like girl, after being soaked in time, couldn’t remain as innocent as at first.

But… that made it more interesting.