Captain – Chapter 323 – The Ghost of Death’s Pursuit

The lighthouse had a top, and the spiral staircase had an end.

This was common knowledge, and Roy naturally knew it as well.

The reason she ran upward was perhaps partly because Vivian had blocked her path below, but it was certainly not like a frightened girl in a horror story, running in panic without direction.

Before coming to the ice tower, the captain had already prepared the young dragon to assist her.

She released the raven from the tower top, not only to convey the message of “returning freedom” to the Siren, but also to have Alfie inform Nidhogg. By now, the message should have been delivered.

Currently, although she was being forced upward by that Blood Craver, with the cleverness of those two little ones, if they waited fruitlessly on the ice plains, they would naturally know something had gone wrong and come looking for her.

Since that was the case, why should she be nervous?

Some unknown floor of the lighthouse.

A sudden rush of footsteps broke the deathly silence.

Soon after, Roy arrived at this level.

She leaned against the ice wall beside her, breathing slightly heavily, while turning sideways to look back, listening intently until she found the sound she was listening for.

“Tap… tap…”

Those footsteps remained unhurried, elegant and patient.

You really think this is a game of cat and mouse?

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Hearing that rhythm, Roy couldn’t help but curl her lip, quite displeased.

But despite her displeasure, she knew that before Nidhogg found her, it was best not to let that monster catch up, otherwise if they truly fought, she would likely be at a great disadvantage.

Therefore, after resting for a moment and confirming the other person was approaching, the captain hurriedly turned around, intending to continue climbing upward to increase the distance and buy time.

But before she could take another step, her movement suddenly stopped.

Because she heard another sound.

It was the powerful sound of wings cutting through the rain, creating strong winds.

Knowing that her “little guest” had arrived, Roy gently patted her cheeks, changed direction, and ran toward the empty window where the sound came from.

Faint raven cries sounded from not far above.

Vivian looked up toward that place, slightly furrowing her brow, somehow feeling something unpleasant in her heart, and involuntarily quickened her pace.

As a Blood Craver, her various perceptions far exceeded those of ordinary people. Even Richi, who was highly skilled at assassination and extremely sensitive to such things, was not her equal.

So even at a distance, she clearly captured that raven cry, as well as the unnaturally powerful sound of beating wings.

She recognized the raven cry. Many people studying Captain Roy would, to some extent, pay attention to her pet.

But few people knew just how intelligent this raven named “Alfie” truly was, causing them to underestimate its abilities, which led to changes in the situation, even directly tilting circumstances in Roy’s favor. The Black Raven Society’s failure on Frans Island was due to this.

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Knowing the raven’s abilities, Vivian naturally wouldn’t underestimate it, but no matter how capable it was, most of the time it played the role of a messenger, which had little significance in this pure hunt.

The current question was, what was that other sound of beating wings?

Just hearing that sound, it must have surpassed the world’s largest sea eagle. If it was the captain’s helper, it might truly affect her plans this time.

With this thought, the girl’s climbing speed increased even more.

The distance between Vivian and Roy was not far to begin with, and now the other person had stopped for some unknown reason, so it took her less than a minute to reach the floor where the captain was, and she looked toward that hollowed window.

Roy stood on the smooth windowsill.

With one hand on the frame of the ice window, a casual smile on her face, she looked down at the newcomer like this, as if looking at a young noblewoman who had been chasing her for a long time and couldn’t be shaken off, like a piece of chewing gum.

And on the captain’s shoulder, the raven stood prominently, the source of the earlier raven cry.

“Miss Vivian, you’re far too slow. I’ve been waiting for you here for quite a while.”

Ignoring Roy’s flippant tone, Vivian narrowed her eyes slightly, vigilantly scanning the surroundings, discovering there was no ambush here. The owner of those powerful wing beats must be hiding in the storm outside the tower, ready to launch a surprise attack on her at any moment.

The girl’s thoughts flew rapidly, somewhat chaotic, but her steps didn’t stop at all.

She approached Roy at an extremely fast pace, with her rapier slightly raised, reflecting a deep blue glow.

In her view, no matter what creature was hiding, as long as the blessing given by the Lady didn’t disperse, nothing in this world could kill her—at least no being in the mortal realm could do it.

“Hey, hey, hey, does this mean we’re not going to talk?”

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Roy’s voice sounded again, and although she said this, her tone still carried a hint of negotiation.

Just as I thought.

Hearing this, Vivian became more certain of her conjecture, with the blood-colored pupils reflecting that increasingly closer figure, revealing cold light and killing intent.

The Golden-Eyed Devil must die.

This was the only thought that emerged after experiencing that previous conversation and being stabbed in the back.

This wasn’t due to humiliation and anger; perhaps it was somewhat related to the Lady’s will, but most importantly, it was because of the shadow the other person had left in her heart.

A shadow named fear.

By now, Vivian understood why Richi was unwilling to face this captain.

Because she was truly too terrifying.

Whether it was the deadly hidden sword concealed in that conversation, or the completely calm gaze when stabbing that knife, or the impenetrable true heart, and the demeanor that could change completely at any moment—all of this made the girl feel cold.

If she allowed her to live, then this journey to Satin Island would certainly have countless variables, and once the magic box fell into her hands, the consequences…

Vivian didn’t think further, because Roy was already within reach.

She didn’t want any more complications, nor did she want to give the captain another chance to speak, so she leapt forward, thrusting out the sword in her hand, directly aimed at the other’s throat.

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In this process, although her entire body was tense, there was not the slightest defense from top to bottom. She put all her mind and strength into her right hand, into that evil and magnificent rapier, intending to use her immortality to suppress all tricks.

No matter how cunning, how shameless the Golden-Eyed Devil was, she was ultimately not Captain Edward. She could feel pain, cold, and bleed—how could she escape death?

Moreover, behind her was the endless night sky, leaving no retreat.

Watching the sword tip approach the prey’s soft throat, seeing Roy with nowhere to retreat, nowhere to escape, that shadow in the depths of Vivian’s blood-colored eyes gradually dispersed. But before it could completely disappear, it surged back even stronger, like the black sea of clouds roiling on the horizon.

Because Roy was still smiling, and toward that seemingly fatal direction… she took a step back!

With this step back, the situation suddenly changed.

The retreat wasn’t actually stepping backward, but Roy using the windowsill as a point of leverage, suddenly leaping backward, arms slightly spread, like an eagle about to take flight.

This way, the rapier naturally could no longer reach her.

But unexpectedly, Vivian didn’t seem to intend to give up.

After a very brief moment of shock, the girl didn’t stop. Instead, she stepped on the windowsill and dispassionately followed.

Lightning suddenly flashed, illuminating the deep night.

In that storm, high in the sky, two figures leapt out of the lighthouse one after another, with that dark silver rapier between them, still moving forward slowly yet determinedly.

Like the ghost of death’s pursuit.