Captain – Chapter 367 – A Cat Hard to Distinguish as Real or Fake

No, he could choose.

The answer Roy received from Isaac was identical to what Caine had given her and what she had anticipated, so she wasn’t surprised.

However, she disagreed with his final statement.

Because no matter how one looked at it, her ancestor had made a choice, only his gaze had never lingered for a moment on those he loved, those close to him, or the myriad souls of the world.

He had only chosen himself.

This was the truth built upon countless skeletons and tragedies, but Isaac at this time did not know it.

“Although this world isn’t simply black or white, if you insist that I choose, or rather, if there comes a moment when we must make a choice, then…”

As if guessing the young woman’s thoughts, Isaac didn’t wait for her to ask again, but continued on, finally smiling and saying: “Listen to the voice deep within your heart.”

The voice deep within your heart—this was an overly vague and romantic way of putting it. In other words, it meant intuition.

Follow your intuition in that final moment.

Having thoroughly confirmed this elder’s intent, looking at the gentle smile on his face, Roy silently exhaled, feeling suddenly much lighter.

Yes, it should be like this.

If you can’t choose, don’t choose. If you can’t guess, don’t guess. Just wait until that final moment when everything becomes clear before responding.

“You’re right. Whether it’s these troublesome choices or Captain Edward’s intentions, in the end, how I choose still depends on myself.”

The young woman lowered her head slightly, looking at the Siamese cat in her arms, smiling lightly as she said: “Just as you said, listen to the voice deep within your heart, feel… that momentary flash of thought.”

In fact, she had already made her choice.

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Captain Roy was never indecisive, nor did she need others’ thoughts to strengthen her resolve.

She presented this similar question to the young Isaac merely to confirm her suspicions, to see if she could gather some clues…

To judge how he would choose this time in the current world.

Now it seemed there was no answer.

Although this proved her guess was correct, it also indicated that the path ahead remained unclear, and she and this First Mate might not necessarily walk together to the end.

But what of it?

As she had thought earlier, if she couldn’t guess, then she shouldn’t try. When the box was in hand and the curtain rose, whether human or ghost, identities would reveal themselves.

“Thank you, I feel much better. I’ll go see Captain Edward now.”

The young woman thanked him sincerely, and after seeing the man smile and nod, she left the stern with the Siamese cat in her arms.

Walking through the still lively living quarters and various open rooms, then climbing up the ladder level by level, before long, Roy arrived at the wooden door leading to the deck.

The wooden door was wide open, with faint cold starlight visible.

At this point, Roy released her hold.

The Siamese cat in her arms leaped swiftly, bouncing up the wooden ladder in a few jumps, disappearing behind the wooden door.

The young woman also climbed up the ladder, arriving on the deck.

She looked up, seeing not a layer of deep blue ice, but a clear starry sky.

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This was the New Year from hundreds of years ago, and the Satin was anchored at some shore in the Southern Islands, not in the “divine realm” amidst the ice sea, so naturally there was no frozen ice layer.

Roy briefly looked around, observing the deep sea surface, the quiet deck, and those sailors who had passed out on the ground, before silently turning around.

She wasn’t interested in these idle scenes, but was confirming whether she was calm enough.

Calm enough to face him.

Before her was the captain’s cabin of the Satin.

At this time, the wooden door of the captain’s cabin was slightly ajar, with soft candlelight spilling through the gap onto the deck nearby, intertwining with starlight like a gently undulating sea surface.

That gap must have been made when Mango pushed through to enter.

Thinking of that restless Siamese cat, Roy couldn’t help but smile, lightly patting her slightly flushed cheeks from the alcohol before stepping forward.

Passing around the wooden door, it was just a few steps to the wooden door of the captain’s cabin.

Without hesitation, and of course without knocking, the young woman pushed open the door, as naturally as if returning home, as if the person behind that door was truly a kind elder.

Silently, the wooden door closed.

Drawing her hand back from the handle, this time, Roy’s turn paused for a moment, her speed also slightly slower.

“Tick, tick…”

There was an old clock in the room, somewhat aged, the sound of its pendulum slightly sluggish and jarring.

As the young woman turned around, the pendulum happened to sound three times, though it surely wasn’t just three seconds.

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Though objectively brief, it felt like hundreds of years had passed.

She finally saw him again.

That man with short chestnut hair and dark golden pupils nearly identical to her own, wearing an old pure black formal suit.

That handsome, elegant, terrifying devil.

Seeing his visitor, the Devil’s lips curved upward slightly, revealing a charming smile. As he used his eyes to indicate for the young woman to take a seat, he said: “We meet again, Captain Roy, or should I say…”

“Child.”

Roy slowly stepped forward, taking a seat at the wooden table, listening to this common term an elder uses for a younger generation, feeling somewhat strange in her heart.

Because the man sitting before her was different from all the elders she had encountered.

In terms of closeness of relationship, neither Robert, with whom she had deep feelings, nor the Great Captain, whom she regarded as a father, could compare to him.

Because his blood flowed in her veins.

He was her ancestor.

Blood is thicker than water—this was an undeniable bond.

That’s why it felt so natural when the Devil called her “child,” and though it felt strange, she silently accepted it.

When was the last time she was called this?

It must have been seven years ago, though Mom usually didn’t call her “child,” but rather “Lisa,” a nickname for Elizabeth, as if calling a little girl.

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Roy’s emotions were in turmoil, her thoughts chaotic. She involuntarily lowered her gaze, letting it drift aimlessly across the tabletop, momentarily unwilling to meet the man’s eyes.

During this process, she noticed some familiar objects.

That tricorn hat with gold-trimmed waves and sails, symbolizing the status of the Pirate King.

That moonstone skull pendant Enzo had given her, which had led her to Devil’s Island.

And… that gray-black tail.

The Siamese cat called Mango must be comfortably lying on the Devil’s lap, using its soft cat tail to lightly brush against his black formal suit.

“What, do you like it?”

Seeing the young woman staring at the cat’s tail, unable to look away, the Devil’s eyes glinted with amusement as he asked softly, almost in a whisper.

“It’s alright…”

Roy replied somewhat absently, her thoughts focusing on Mango due to his question.

Regarding this cat that was outwardly cold but inwardly warm… well, to be precise, it was only nice to her, she couldn’t say she was particularly fond of it, but to say she had no interest at all…

“Huh?”

Her thoughts suddenly broke off. Roy widened her eyes slightly as she raised her head, looking at the Devil’s smiling expression, and after a while, she stammered: “An-Ancestor, according to what you’re saying…”

“Could this cat be real?”