Captain – Chapter 384 – The Blade of Curse-Breaking

Even the greatest person is not a deity, and the most boundless love eventually has its limits. This isn’t some universal truth, but simply a fact.

“What you say may have reason.”

After hearing the youth’s explanation, Vivian’s furrowed brow relaxed somewhat, though uncertainty remained in her eyes: “But the problem is, he gave the magical box key to Roy. How is that explained?”

Regarding that mystical wooden carving, Vivian, as someone close to the Lady, and Richi, her lethal chess piece, naturally understood more than those on the Mermaid.

It was a key.

The key that would determine whether the great power returned to the Lady or flowed to the Devil.

As Edward had said, the tear within it was his medium to the magical box and its power. Only through this did he have a glimmer of hope.

From this perspective, if that “scholar” still cared for the Lady or harbored remorse, there would be no reason to hand over the divine statue.

How would that be any different from handing a blade to the Devil?

This was the true reason for the young woman’s worry after learning of the Lady’s thoughts.

“Perhaps he had his considerations?”

The youth shrugged, not changing his view: “You know, these old people always overthink things, whether in calculations or schemes.”

“Who knows if this might be another trap?”

A trap aimed at… the Devil? But is that really possible?

Vivian didn’t respond, only thinking silently.

Although she had never met Captain Edward face to face, through the Lady’s accounts and what she had witnessed over thousands of years, she still feared him vaguely.

Because he was truly terrifying, unforgettably, almost despairingly terrifying.

His strategies were unmatched, nearly perfect.

He viewed deceiving deities as sport, using great individuals as pawns.

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Apart from that shocking, world-shaking sealing battle of old, he had never been defeated.

Even in this long game of chess.

Would such a person, no, such a devil, truly fall into a mortal trap?

“So what do we do next?”

Taking a deep breath and dispersing the increasingly deep shadow in her heart, Vivian looked at the youth and asked softly, clearly treating him as her guide.

This trust was interesting.

But for Richi, this feeling was quite unfamiliar.

In the past, he was more often a knife, not a lighthouse guiding others forward.

Moreover, at this time, his stance and intent had likely already drifted to the Mermaid ahead, so it was inevitably awkward to hear this.

Of course, none of these emotions showed on his face, as this was a required course for being and playing the part of a good pirate.

After thinking for a moment, the youth said: “Catch up to them, then watch and wait.”

Though his heart was with the captain, to say he would be so ruthless as to not care about everything here at all would be impossible; otherwise, he wouldn’t have come back.

Nor would he have made that agreement.

Therefore, his previous analysis and judgment weren’t misleading, but all cut to the point, directly indicating the truth.

And in this matter, the youth’s insight was even clearer and more accurate than Roy’s.

Because he didn’t care about this matter, standing on the edge of the game from beginning to end, watching coldly.

This is the so-called “bystander sees clearly.”

As for his current plan to stand by and observe, it was only to avoid disrupting the situation, thereby buying some time for those on the Mermaid.

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Whether Roy or the scholar, whether negotiating or falling out, do it quickly and cleanly, preferably without requiring him to act.

This was his thought.

Regarding the term “watch and wait,” the young woman considered for a moment but didn’t raise any objections.

Seeing her tacit approval of his decision, Richi glanced again at the approaching Mermaid, then as if feeling tired, yawned and turned to leave.

“Where are you going?”

Hearing the question from behind, the youth waved as usual, without looking back, saying: “Tired, going to find a place to lie down for a bit.”

Pirates aren’t nobility raised in luxury, needing to lie on a large bed with goose feather pillows to sleep. Any place on the ship could be a place for peaceful slumber.

So the “place” the youth mentioned might just be somewhere on the deck.

Without trying to keep him or following him, Vivian just quietly watched that thin figure, watching him walk further and further away, as if about to disappear into the rain.

Not leaving was because she needed to be ready at any moment to respond to changes on the Mermaid.

Not trying to keep him was because…

Lightly clenching her fists, the young woman forcibly turned around, looking toward the Mermaid, focusing her attention on the gradually approaching scholar and Roy.

Because she wasn’t actually that easily fooled.

Whether it was the concern she had shown earlier or her seemingly indecisive questions, it was all just to get his answer and see something from it.

Now it seemed the result wasn’t good, but not too bad either.

At least she could… not give up hope so early.

Emotion, ah emotion, truly complicated.

How will you choose in the end?

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This was Vivian’s final thought, and also Roy’s question as she gradually approached Isaac.

“Tap, tap…”

Responding to Isaac’s gentle welcome was the captain’s unhurried, heavy footsteps.

At this time, all her attention was on the person before her, on the question in her heart, and she hadn’t noticed the abnormality between the wooden carving and the First Mate.

If she could turn around and look, even just a fleeting glance, perhaps she could understand something and find her way out of the vast maze.

Unfortunately, there are no “ifs.”

Finally, Roy stood before Isaac.

The waves were restless, beating against the Mermaid in waves, causing the bow to rise and fall, making the “old pirate” and the young woman sometimes at eye level, sometimes at different heights.

Ever-changing, endless.

Like fate.

“Now, you can finally tell me how to destroy the magical box, right?”

Roy looked at the “old pirate’s” gentle, profound brown eyes and asked softly.

First Mate Isaac’s appearance had changed, his temperament had changed, but those eyes, after weathering thousands of years, apart from being more weathered, remained as before.

Still so gentle, with firmness hidden within that gentleness.

Just like the great heroes in epics.

No answer, only a soft sigh.

Isaac said gently: “Child, it’s not that I’m unwilling to tell you, but even if you knew, you couldn’t accomplish it with your own power.”

“Not even the Devil could.”

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Seeing the young woman’s disbelieving expression, the “old pirate” added with a smile.

“Why?”

For some reason, Roy could feel that this First Mate wasn’t deceiving her, but she still couldn’t help asking, wanting to know the truth.

“Because the magical box is the Lady’s creation, a true divine artifact in the world, beyond a mortal’s ability to shake. Even Captain Edward could only infiltrate and assimilate it, with no other method.”

Hearing this, Roy frowned slightly: “Doesn’t that mean there’s no way in the world to destroy the magical box?”

“No, deities can.”

Isaac said seriously: “A creation is ultimately just a creation. Its master naturally has ways to control and destroy it. Fortunately… I know that method.”

“Have you heard of a dagger, a dagger that can break all curses in the sea and end all undead false gods?”

Without keeping her in suspense, the “old pirate” continued his narrative: “That is, the legendary Nethergate Dagger, created by Goddess Hecate.”

“If it could be found, there might be a possibility of piercing the magical box.”

Hearing this, the captain, whose eyes had been flickering with other thoughts, blinked, then said with some resentment: “So you don’t have that dagger.”

Knowing her thoughts just now, Isaac smiled indifferently: “That’s why I said you can’t destroy the magical box on your own.”

“What about you? I imagine you should have a way?”

Still somewhat dissatisfied, Roy pursed her lips and asked peculiarly.

The “old pirate” telling her about that dagger was probably to completely dispel her notion, but it must also have some connection to destroying the magical box.

“Yes, although I don’t have that curse-breaking blade, I can…”

Isaac looked at his own sickly pale, frail hand unlike a pirate’s, his eyes revealing complex emotions, gentle and remorseful.

“Create one.”