Captain – Chapter 386 – The Lullaby

How long… had it been?

After receiving the magical box from the young woman’s hands, Isaac didn’t immediately act, but remained silent for a long time, finally sighing deeply.

Time had been too long, too chaotic.

He could no longer remember how much time had passed since he handed the magical box to Edward.

It had been so long and unbearable.

Yes, when he first received the magical box from the Lady’s hands, the first person to touch this divine artifact was never that devil, but him.

The despicable, shameless, great…

Ordinary Isaac Hedler.

He was never a hero, nor did he qualify to be Captain Edward’s opponent. From beginning to end, he was just an ordinary person.

An ordinary person who made mistake after mistake.

In his match against that devil, he had never won once. If not for the Lady’s pity and love for him, he would have long turned to ashes.

Precisely because he had made too many mistakes, lost too many times, he was willing to endure suffering for thousands of years rather than let go, just to reach this moment.

To make amends for everything, to save everything.

His pale, thin hands trembled constantly, finally resting gently on the magical box. The “old pirate” lowered his head, his expression indiscernible.

The rain suddenly intensified.

Like a waterfall pouring down, crashing onto the deck of the Mermaid and the dark sea, splashing white mist and foam, blurring everything.

The whole world seemed to be filled with only the sound of rain.

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Although only a step away, separated by that heavy curtain of rain, Roy suddenly found that she could no longer see Isaac’s appearance clearly.

Even less his expression.

She could only see him shrouded in the violent rain curtain, see countless streams of water flowing down his withered hair, endlessly striking the deck.

How could one distinguish between tears and rain?

Just for a moment, yet it seemed like experiencing thousands of years, walking through old times. When the “old pirate” finally spoke, everything felt like a dream.

“Let me… hear your voice once more.”

Isaac’s voice was very low, drifting amid the boundless wind and rain, the raging sea, making it difficult to discern whether he had truly spoken.

But Roy was certain he had.

Sudden unease arose in her heart, but before the captain could react, the “old pirate’s” hand covering the magical box had already silently moved away.

Then a sudden change occurred.

The magical box, originally antique and solemn in appearance, instantly shimmered with flowing light, shedding all adornments, its dark silver luster receding like the tide.

In its place was spotless white.

And not just that.

The scenes engraved upon it transformed into reality at this moment—sunlight and starlight intertwined, wind and waves harmonized, becoming another world.

So beautiful.

Through the misty rain curtain, gazing at the vivid otherworldly scenery on the magical box, Roy silently marveled, entranced.

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It wasn’t that she had leisure to appreciate the scenery, nor that she didn’t want to respond to the unease in her heart, but everything happened too quickly, so quickly that she had no time to do anything.

She could only watch this scene.

But for some reason, though the change in the magical box occurred in an instant, and the power within her body remained dormant, she could see the entire process clearly.

As if time had slowed, as if receiving divine favor.

As the young woman’s thoughts raced, the changes in the magical box continued.

Its octagonal lid rose slightly, separating from the box body by half an inch, connected by almost imperceptible threads.

White mist, sharing the same origin as the strange fog surrounding the Death Silence yet thousands of times fainter, gradually exuding a sense of holiness, flowed out from the magical box.

Rising with it was gentle music.

As if responding to the music, the octagonal lid began to rotate leisurely, moving up and down, reminiscent of spinning wooden horses or dancing women.

As the melody reached her ears, a dense sleepiness gradually rose in her mind. Roy felt her eyelids becoming increasingly heavy, about to give way.

Yet the unease in her heart also dissipated without a trace as the music rose.

She seemed to return to her swaddling clothes, lying in a simple cradle, falling asleep to her mother’s lullaby with each gentle rock.

Falling asleep like this didn’t seem so bad.

So the so-called magical box… was really just a music box.

This was the captain’s final thought before losing consciousness—no, before sinking into that dark, sweet dream—appearing relaxed yet helpless.

Finally, the young woman fell asleep.

She stood in the rain, her eyes slightly closed, her entire body completely relaxed, no trace of worry remaining on her face, between her brows and eyes.

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Of course, it wasn’t just Roy who fell asleep, but the surrounding world as well.

The knife-like cold wind stopped, the waterfall-like heavy rain slowed, and even the dark, raging sea gradually calmed down, its waves subsiding.

All the people on the Mermaid, the water ghosts on the Death Silence, all ceased their movements, falling asleep in their original postures, like infants.

From this point, no more lightning was seen above the rainy night, no thunder was heard, and the two warships chasing each other lost their iron-blooded intent and smell of gunpowder.

They moved forward with the waves on the calm sea surface, gradually drawing closer.

However, not everyone fell asleep.

Besides Isaac who still kept his head lowered, the young woman standing at the bow of the Death Silence remained awake, watching the First Mate indifferently yet vigilantly.

Having followed the Lady for hundreds of years, she naturally knew the secrets of the magical box, knew that what it was playing now was one of the eight melodies—the lullaby.

It was a song that could soothe countless beings, even the entire world, a divine love for all souls, a redemption for the world’s suffering.

All beings suffer, so being able to sleep without worry was indeed a blessing.

But at this time, it had become a tool for the scholar to control the situation.

Just like the melody of destruction that Captain Edward had played thousands of years ago.

The Lady didn’t worry about her lover’s intentions, and Richi had also given the same opinion earlier, but despite this, Vivian still didn’t want to fully trust that man.

By now, even though the Lady had never been willing to tell her about that man’s past, the young woman had already guessed the identity of the scholar.

So you’re not a scholar at all, but a pirate.

A completely despicable pirate.

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This was why Vivian had become vigilant. She gripped the ship’s rail tightly, watching the approaching Mermaid, the approaching man, already prepared.

If he made any unusual move, she wouldn’t hesitate to end his life.

Somewhere on the deck of the Death Silence.

Leaning against the mast, Richi, who had been dozing with closed eyes, heard the sleep-inducing melody but didn’t drift off with it, yet he didn’t open his eyes either.

If this game of chess could end in such a lullaby, it wouldn’t be bad for all the “people” on both warships.

So, please hurry, First Mate Isaac.

The youth thought silently, with no intention of interfering with the situation at all.

The lullaby of the magical box could make countless beings sleep peacefully, only those of sufficient level, or souls blessed by the Lady, could be immune to its influence.

Like the “old pirate,” like the youth and young woman on the Death Silence.

And apart from them, there was also a sleepless soul on the Mermaid.

“Meow.”

Gently rubbing its face with its paw, the Siamese cat’s eyes were no longer coldly profound, but showed more interest, as if having found a novel toy it had never seen before.

As if impatient to watch the show, after a light call as if to urge, the Siamese cat drew its gaze back from the magical box, then turned around, lifting its head slightly.

It was looking at the helm, at that slender figure no longer praying.

Is this… the hidden piece you’ve planted?

How interesting.