Captain – Chapter 370 – Mending the Fold, Is It Too Late?

“So, I am your most perfect child?”

After a while, Roy finally recovered from the Devil’s ideology and asked with lowered eyelids.

“Yes, you are the endpoint that can be reached as my descendant.”

The Devil moved his mind slightly, and the wine bottle moved on its own, refilling their glasses.

At the same time, he nodded slightly and said softly: “This process was very long, continuing for hundreds of years, spanning countless generations, until it finally reached completion with you.”

To transform descendants with incomplete bloodlines into beings approaching divine offspring was naturally an immense goal, almost impossible to accomplish.

Even if Edward’s lineage continued unbroken, each newborn could only carry extremely little magical power, and the changes would be minuscule.

The time required was comparable to water dripping through stone or seas turning to mulberry fields—beyond human imagination.

Yet the Devil succeeded.

With deity-like power, extraordinary patience, and that terrifying will as immovable as bedrock.

Truly remarkable.

Feeling that hopeless length of time, even Roy couldn’t help but feel admiration, silently praising him, but… that was all.

“But Ancestor, whether planting agents or altering bloodlines, everything you’ve done is ultimately for yourself, never considering us.”

The young woman looked at the Devil, a bitter smile at the corner of her mouth: “You never cared whether we truly wanted to accept your gifts and live such a life.”

Such a bleak life.

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The captain’s cabin fell into silence, with no words spoken for a long time.

Yes, being the Devil’s descendant was good, with a face and physique that could “command the world”—life should be quite pleasant.

If not for those partings and deaths.

“Meow.”

After who knows how long, the dead silence in the room was finally broken.

The Siamese cat, originally lying on the Devil’s leg, lightly jumped onto the table, carelessly knocking over the wine bottle, clearing a space large enough for itself to lie down.

The Siamese cat comfortably settled down, positioned right between the two, then looked at the Devil and “meowed” again, as if urging him to speak.

Although this matter was indeed your fault, you still need to offer some explanation, even if it’s deliberately embellished.

Isn’t this what you’re best at? Speak.

“For this, I am very sorry, child.”

Finally, the Devil spoke.

But hearing those words, the Siamese cat, before it could feel satisfied, widened its eyes in astonishment, then regarded its “servant” with an extremely unfamiliar gaze.

This didn’t sound like something he would say.

It had followed the Devil for a long time and had participated in countless negotiations with him, witnessing his negotiation techniques that could be called art, and his most thorough control over the human heart.

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That could truly deceive even a cat.

So the Siamese cat was confused, thinking that if he had used those tactics that could deceive deities and persuade the First Mate, coaxing this young girl would be effortless.

Why put on such an act?

“But contrary to what you think, trapped on a lonely island, with stature inferior to deities, most of my actions rely on past preparations. Let alone manipulating someone’s life, even my vision is narrow.”

The Devil apologetically said: “So, I don’t have the ability to influence your life.”

“Of course, I’m not shirking responsibility. Cause and effect cannot be severed. Your life and everything I’ve done certainly have an inseparable connection.”

“Therefore, all I can do is apologize and make amends.”

Just as the Devil said, cause and effect are difficult to separate.

If Captain Gerard hadn’t left Roy and her mother out of concern for his child’s future, none of those tragedies would have happened.

“Forget it.”

After a long silence, Roy finally just said these two words faintly.

Of course, these two words didn’t represent her willingness to forgive or understand, but rather a feeling that dwelling on this issue had no meaning.

Her ancestor was ultimately different from Robert, both emotionally and in his actions.

He wasn’t like that Governor who, for his own grand cause, for what he thought was good, arranged those hardships for her. On the contrary, he was mostly helping her.

In desperate situations, in deadly places, when she was confused and ignorant, unclear about the path ahead.

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It was precisely because of this that she was willing to sit here and talk to him sincerely.

“But, Ancestor, how… did you know about my past?”

With a flicker in her eyes, Roy asked a question that seemed reasonable out of curiosity.

Since you admit to being inferior to the Lady, with obstructed vision, unable to see across the entire sea, how did you learn of my past?

Or rather, could you actually see me all along?

“Of course, through deduction.”

How could the Devil not see through the young woman’s thoughts? He calmly explained: “On that lonely island, I told you I had been watching you for three years. Do you know why?”

Roy shook her head in slight bewilderment.

“Think carefully, what did you do on that day three years ago? What changes occurred in your body?”

Hearing this, the young woman began to seriously recall, and after a moment her eyes brightened as she remembered something.

Going back three years from the day she landed on the lonely island, at that time, due to Red Beard’s death and his will being torn up by Algernon, she was contending with that First Mate and the little bastard.

That was truly a fierce battle. Not many were willing to support her as captain. What truly determined the outcome in people’s hearts was when she took Algernon’s life among nearly a hundred people.

It’s worth noting that she was only fifteen at the time. Even with her exceptional strength and battle experience, it was difficult to withstand the pirates’ siege, let alone capture the king.

But she did it, and with that campaign, she raised the curtain on the legend of the Golden-Eyed Devil.

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What did she rely on? Or rather, what else could she rely on?

The Devil’s power.

“That was the first awakening of your bloodline. I sensed it on the lonely island, and so I saw you.”

The Devil said gently: “However, although I said I watched you for three years, in reality, I could only see clearly through your vision at such moments.”

Such moments naturally referred to times when the young woman’s bloodline erupted.

Like when she and the little bastard were trapped in Wistoga, when she was surrounded and exhausted on the Mermaid, and many other life-threatening, near-death moments.

With the Devil’s guidance, she remembered it all.

“Based on those glimpses, I could deduce everything. You shouldn’t disbelieve this.”

A mischievous smile appeared on the Devil’s face, as if hinting at something.

As the existence closest to divinity, as the most remarkable person in the world, he could see the essence of most things from mere traces.

Like the young woman’s past, or perhaps…

The choice she had made.

With a troubled sigh, Roy put down her wine glass, raising both hands on either side, pitifully pleading: “Ancestor, if I surrender now…”

“Is it still not too late?”