Captain – Chapter 380 – Promise

“Deities don’t care.”

Similar words had been spoken by both her ancestor and First Mate Isaac, but hearing them from Richi’s mouth gave a different feeling.

Like an unfettered youth, pointing at the starry sky and speaking audaciously.

“Deities are eternal, so naturally they can be indifferent, but we cannot.”

Roy frowned slightly, saying: “Regardless of the outcome of this matter, whatever impact it has on the world, it will at least affect us.”

“Richi, you live because of the Lady. What if she ultimately fails, loses all her power, what will happen to you?”

The failure mentioned here didn’t just refer to the Devil winning, but also the possibility of the magical box being destroyed and power leaving the world.

If losing the Lady’s divine gift would cause the youth’s vitality to disappear, then apart from the Lady’s victory, he would have no way out.

This was also something that needed consideration, at least for Roy.

“Well…”

The youth held his chin, thought for a moment and said: “The Lady never mentioned it, but if you ask me, it doesn’t really matter…”

“Doesn’t matter?”

The captain coldly interrupted him, saying: “Can you be serious? This is about your life and death.”

Feeling Richi’s slightly surprised gaze, the young woman was silent for a moment, turning her head slightly: “When that time comes, I’ll find it hard to look after you.”

Because it wasn’t just about her.

For the youth, on the current Mermaid, only she was worth caring about; the life and death of everyone else didn’t matter.

But she was different.

On that ship were people who wholeheartedly supported her, who were close to her, even loved by her.

None could be abandoned.

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Richi had returned, and she could persuade the crew for him, could compromise for him, but couldn’t disregard the bigger picture because of him.

Deities are indifferent, the Devil unconcerned.

It sounds good, but in reality, how could mortals fathom or glimpse even a fraction of such beings’ intentions?

No one could guarantee truth or falsehood, let alone bear the responsibility if wrong.

She couldn’t either.

“It seems that after I left, Captain, you’ve changed a lot.”

Richi also understood the young woman; just hearing this sentence and the emotion it contained, he understood much.

That cold barrier in her heart seemed to have finally fallen.

Because of this, she began to trust and care about those crew members, even willing to make efforts and compromises for them.

Though not much, though still primarily focused on herself, there was… ultimately a change, a good change.

This was good.

Thinking silently, the youth smiled and said gently: “Don’t worry about me. Like before, follow your heart.”

“As for me, being able to return to this world, see the familiar sea, and come to see you is already enough.”

“Captain, I’m already someone who has died once, having seen what hell looks like. Going back again doesn’t matter much.”

Hearing this, Roy turned her eyes to look at those clear, bright eyes, as beautiful as before, and couldn’t help but smile.

The Blood-Eyed Butcher’s eyes weren’t as people described—like blood fire covering the sky or a bloody sea overturning—but more like rubies.

Rubies symbolizing nobility and benevolence.

“Easy for you to say. Tell me, what is hell like?”

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“Just as we imagine, with continents made of black rock, seas full of magma, and ghost ships roaming the sea.”

Richi smiled and said: “Real ghost ships, with ghosts on board. I even saw… Captain Ilias.”

“Nonsense.”

Roy raised her hand as if to strike, but in the end, only gently caressed his cheek, trembling slightly.

There’s no such thing as hell after death, little bastard.

That was all made up when you first became a pirate and were afraid, and I made it up to comfort you.

The youth wore an expression of “what else should I say,” thinking that he couldn’t possibly say there was nothing there, just darkness, could he?

“Alright, enough idle talk.”

After an unknown time, Roy withdrew her hand, no longer trembling, as steady as when holding her curved blade.

The casual conversation had to end, for there were many things to do.

Those troublesome, frustrating things.

“Richi, this time you came to see me, are you planning to go back with me?”

The candle went out, and the two left the room, walking toward the exit.

Of course, the Siamese cat had returned to the young woman’s warm embrace.

“No, I still need to stay on the Death Silence, for now.”

“In that case, I suppose… you have something else to discuss with me?”

One after the other, they walked out of the hole that was opened in the middle of the Satin’s cabin, just wide enough for one person to pass through.

Coming to the ice stairs, Roy gazed into the distance at the “divine realm” under the starry sky, looking at those ice mountains draped in silver light, scattering starry brilliance, and asked softly.

Since the youth didn’t plan to go back with her, yet went to such lengths to see her, it must not have been as simple as just catching up.

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There was no young dragon on the Death Silence that could carry him to the mountainside, and climbing from the bottom would be quite exhausting.

Sure enough, Richi didn’t appreciate the sea-like starry beauty of the scenery, only looking worriedly at the seemingly endless ice stairs.

“Yes, Captain.”

After silently lamenting, the youth sighed lightly, then regained his composure, turned to look at Roy, and responded.

“You know, since I’ve come to see you, I’m naturally on your side. If necessary, I’ll help you do some things.”

“Of course, if a winner can be determined before that, it would be best.”

The “necessary moment” the youth mentioned was naturally when both sides clashed to the end, when identities had to be revealed.

At that time, if he had to act, he would stand by her side.

But if it didn’t come to that, that would be best.

For example, if the magical box was opened on the Satin, or if, upon returning, they found the Mermaid had already been destroyed.

In that case, there would be no need to worry.

Hearing the youth’s “jinxing,” Roy couldn’t help but glare at him, saying irritably: “Get to the point, I’m in a hurry to get back.”

“Alright, alright, to the point.”

Richi smiled and said: “Actually, it’s not a big deal. Just like the agreement I made with the Lady, Captain, I also want to make an agreement with you.”

Thinking of the agreement he mentioned making with the Lady, the captain looked at the youth with a strange expression.

“You also want to ask for someone’s life from me?”

This “asking for a life” didn’t mean taking a life, but protecting it.

“Yes, if in the end you win, Captain, I hope you can spare…”

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As if thinking of something amusing, the youth’s smile widened, his expression softening: “Vivian’s life.”

A gentle breeze passed over the mountaintop, softly stirring their hair and clothes, bringing a slight warmth.

But after a long time, still no sound arose.

Neither agreement nor refusal.

Thinking that perhaps the condition he proposed was too much, or that something he didn’t know about had happened at the lighthouse, Richi frowned and looked at the young woman.

This look, though not yielding much, dispelled the youth’s doubts.

Because Roy wasn’t cold-faced, nor was her expression complex, she just… looked at him as if she’d seen a ghost.

“What’s wrong?”

Hearing the youth’s question, the captain somewhat unnaturally cleared her throat, lowered her voice and asked: “I say, Richi, you wouldn’t happen to…”

Though her words weren’t finished, anyone could hear the shock in them, and the undisguised teasing.

“You’re overthinking.”

Richi responded coldly.

For some reason, Roy’s former and current First Mates both seemed to like this phrase, especially when dealing with her.

“Fine, let’s say I’m overthinking.”

Roy walked down the ice stairs, drawing out her words.

The cat that had been lazy to make a sound in her arms, seemingly finding this matter interesting, also drew out a “meow.”

Seeing this, the youth’s eye twitched slightly. After thinking for a moment, he still followed and asked: “So it’s settled?”

“Mm, it’s settled.”