Captain – Chapter 338 – This Is Our World

It must have been a moving, even noble persuasion.

The peace of the world, humanity’s future, heartfelt pleas, gratitude, and more things and matters, people and emotions that could touch the heartstrings of this “old pirate” – these must have led him to make such a choice in the end.

Looking at it now, in this world, Captain Edward was indeed the foremost enchanter of hearts, far more powerful than any so-called witch.

“After I agreed, he told me every detail about the people chosen to participate in the plan and the deepest aspects of the plan itself. Then he gave me this wooden carving, imploring me to obtain the Lady’s… one teardrop.”

Looking at the wooden carving lying on the table, particularly pale in the candlelight, seemingly having lost all divinity, Isaac said softly: “At that time, I marveled at his craftsmanship and was so occupied with such a momentous matter that I overlooked the most important detail.”

“He was somewhat too eager.”

The “old pirate’s” lips curled into a cold smile: “So eager that he wouldn’t even complete the performance. Not long after I agreed, he produced this wooden carving, as if he had known all along that I would certainly accept his ‘sincere’ request.”

“But unfortunately, by the time I realized this, everything had already happened, with no chance to turn back.”

At this point, Isaac’s tone took on a note of pity: “Through trust, or rather love, I obtained the Lady’s tear and, following Captain Edward’s wishes, immersed it in this wooden carving, ultimately becoming his most crucial hidden piece.”

Just one teardrop, could it really have such a great effect?

Hearing this, Roy blinked, thinking that even if a deity’s tears could transform into the clearest pearls or guide certain miracles to descend, how could they threaten the Lady herself? It was like the difference between a raindrop and the ocean.

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Due to her confusion, the girl raised this question.

“It’s not about using this tear for something; that devil just needed a medium to perform sealing and trace back to the source.”

Hearing Roy’s question, Isaac explained in a hoarse voice: “Furthermore, it’s also a bond connecting the Lady herself, or rather her boundless power, to this world, like the iron anchor every pirate ship possesses.”

“As long as the teardrop remains in this wooden carving, the Lady will leave an anchor point in the world, bright as the morning star, constantly encumbered by it, no longer able to hide at will or transform into countless forms. From then on, she would leave traceable footprints in the world.”

“Isn’t this… like shackles?”

Thinking about descriptions like anchor points and encumbrances, Roy suddenly recalled that prison that drove away darkness, and how at that time, heavy black iron chains were bound to her ankles. No matter what she did or how she tried to divert her attention, they couldn’t be undone.

That feeling of restricted freedom was truly unbearable.

“Yes, but only in this way could we mortals glimpse the true face of a deity, and only then could Edward’s malicious, insidious schemes fall upon her.”

This time, the “old pirate” no longer referred to the Pirate King as captain, but called him directly by name, with an icy smile on his face: “Sealing… cursing… whatever you call it, that devil ultimately deceived me.”

“In that negotiation between just the two of us, the sealing of the deity we agreed upon was not actually imprisonment in the ordinary sense, nor was it stripping away power, but rather sending the Lady on her proper path through an ancient curse.”

Seeing their confused expressions, Isaac clarified in a timely manner: “I don’t know what kind of curse it was, or what principles it operated on. I only know it truly existed and, in an even more distant past, had sent away some deities.”

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“Deities who were unwilling to leave.”

This sounded like it had a melancholic sense of exile.

Roy thought silently, and then a thought suddenly arose in her mind, making her whole body chill. She cast a meaningful glance at the “old pirate.”

Was it really… sending away?

That was exactly what the girl wanted to ask, but she didn’t speak, out of respect for the man before her, and also because such a conjecture was too cruel.

“It’s not what you’re thinking, child. Though I had promised that devil not to mention a word of this to the Lady, due to concerns and fears similar to yours, I once found an opportunity to ask her a question.”

“That question was…”

Pausing, Isaac seemed to recall some pleasant memories, the coldness on his face melting into warmth, like snow meeting spring wind.

“Annisdora, can deities die?”

Hearing this question, Roy couldn’t help but glance at her first mate.

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She found that his expression, like her own, held something unusual. But this was actually normal—even though they could be considered notable figures of their generation, hearing this “old pirate” directly address a deity by name still felt strange.

“What was the Lady’s answer?”

Turning her gaze back, seeing Isaac seemingly immersed in memories and silent for a long time, Roy couldn’t contain her curiosity and urged him to continue.

“No.”

The “old pirate” seemed to awaken from a dream. When speaking this word, his expression was incredibly peaceful, as if all the hidden worries in his heart had dissipated, and even the devil could not affect him.

“She said that deities themselves are not life forms but rules, eternal and indestructible rules, with no concept of death. Even if their bodies and energy were completely extinguished, leaving not a trace, it would merely be returning to their original form.”

“And the departure of those deities was not exile or slumber as written in legends, but a return to the place where all rules originate—according to the Holy Church, heaven; according to scientific researchers, the universe; but in her view, just a boring place.”

Recalling the metaphor that came from the Lady’s mouth back then, Isaac couldn’t help but smile, his gaze gentle as he said: “To make a comparison, it’s like an endless and meaningless family gathering of relatives of varying degrees of closeness.”

“She doesn’t like it, so she doesn’t want to go back.”

This explanation had never appeared in the world before, making Roy amazed and satisfying her curiosity greatly.

“But that doesn’t make sense.”

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Upon further reflection, she had even more questions: “If that’s truly the case, what’s the need for our struggle?”

Since the existence of deities was so peculiar, beyond what mortals could comprehend—even what the Lady said was probably just the simplest, most easily understood analogy of what humans could understand—then what meaning did everything they were fighting for have?

Edward’s efforts to become a devil, Isaac and those great people’s choices, the game between deities and devils on the sea from that distant era until now, and the gamble involving the existence and fate of countless people…

What were these, just a game?

How could deities care about such things?

Looking at the girl’s slightly furrowed brows, Isaac knew she was struck by a sudden sense of emptiness, momentarily dazed in spirit. His eyes couldn’t help but show some emotion, because when he first learned these things from the Lady’s mouth, he had been equally at a loss.

At that time, he even felt that everything was like a play, and life itself was meaningless.

But the Lady had said just one sentence, which nimbly pulled him back to reality, no longer pondering those profound philosophical questions.

Now, that sentence appeared again from his mouth.

“Because this is our world.”