Captain – Chapter 390 – Two Against Two?

Using extremely sincere “sweet talk” to deceive her, then using a scheme that could threaten her ancestor to deal with her, a “little pirate” not yet twenty years old—Isaac was indeed being unfair.

Not just unfair, but shameless—a level of shamelessness that even she couldn’t match.

This was Roy’s thought.

“Child, I never intended to harm you.”

Hearing the young woman’s reproach mixed with contempt, disappointment, and faint understanding, the “old pirate” still maintained that gentle demeanor.

“Not harm me? Could it be for my own good?”

Scoffing, the captain raised her chin slightly, coldly questioning: “Do you believe that as long as my life isn’t endangered, any deception is acceptable?”

“Of course, for us pirates, breaking agreements is all too common.”

Not giving the man a chance to explain, Roy sighed lightly, her expression suggesting helpless mockery—this was just how pirates were.

Even for her, a legendary pirate, the spirit of contract was pitifully weak.

“But.”

The atmosphere was light for only a moment before becoming suddenly gloomy again with the young woman’s change in tone.

Looking at Isaac’s face, which had aged considerably compared to what she had seen on the Satin, Roy’s smile faded as she said seriously: “It shouldn’t be you.”

It wasn’t saying the “old pirate” shouldn’t break his promise, but rather that such utterly despicable actions, using his trusted descendant as a pawn, shouldn’t come from him.

Because though he seemed gloomy and terrifying, despicable and shameless, even viewed as a traitor by all pirates, deep down, he was a genuine hero.

Even considered noble.

That’s why Roy spoke these words seriously and regretfully.

But that was all.

This statement, filled with respect and various emotions, would be the last tender moment between them in this grand drama.

From this point, they were completely severed.

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“People always change, child. Of course, I know such words inevitably sound hollow to you, but this is the fact.”

Isaac stepped forward, his face showing a bitter smile: “But unlike all those who changed their hearts due to the influence of time,”

“My change of heart didn’t occur over thousands of years, but in a flash of thought, just as I once told you—it’s all about choices.”

“And this is my choice.”

Letting out a light “tsk,” clearly no longer patient to hear these grand principles, Roy laughed coldly and said: “What nonsense, at this point, do you still plan to fool me with some mystical talk?”

“I don’t care what considerations or plans you have. Since we’ve already torn the mask off, all agreements are naturally void.”

“From here on, the direction of this matter will depend on whose fist is harder.”

As she spoke, the young woman threateningly raised her fist, then grinned, enticingly saying: “But well, given the old friendship between us, if you’re willing to hand over the magical box, we can still talk.”

“Ending like this, I think, would be better than fighting with me, this child, in the rain, or even rolling on the ground grabbing things, don’t you think?”

Shamelessly referring to herself as a child, after her persuasion, Roy grinned like a mischievous child and said: “Besides…”

“You can’t beat me anyway.”

After speaking, disregarding the “old pirate’s” reaction, the captain stepped forward, her dragging curved blade touching the deck, producing a harsh and terrifying low sound.

Seeing the young woman’s approach of persuasion, threat, and action, giving him no chance to interject, the bitterness at the corner of Isaac’s mouth deepened.

“I’m very sorry, child.”

Speaking these unoriginal words, the “old pirate” tossed aside his bent silver blade, walked to a still-sleeping sailor nearby, and casually drew the curved blade from his waist.

“Not only can I not give you the magical box, but I must also take back what’s mine.”

“Yours?”

Hearing this, Roy wasn’t surprised, but smiled even more brilliantly: “That’s not right, this wooden carving never belonged to you.”

That goddess statue was the Devil’s masterpiece, and the medium within it was the Lady’s tear—no matter how you looked at it, it had little to do with him.

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“Then… just consider me a villain stealing a child’s toy.”

The young woman’s eyes shone, gradually approaching, bringing a warmth that even the cold rain couldn’t extinguish, a shadow deeper than the night.

This should have been a terrifying, even despair-inducing scene, but for some reason, when saying those words, Isaac was particularly relaxed.

Not the relief of having done his best, but the composure of having victory in hand.

Hearing the old man’s tone, feeling his gaze as if from a victorious person looking down with affection for a child, Roy suddenly became wary.

“Thud!”

Before Roy could figure out the reason for his confidence, a deep, muffled sound from behind her revealed the answer.

The lightning had just extinguished, the electric light receded, and the deck was dark.

The captain turned slightly, looking toward the source of the sound, but before she could clearly see the visitor’s full appearance, her gaze was caught by a blood-colored hue.

This abruptly appearing color wasn’t fresh blood like the flower that had bloomed earlier, but a pair of eyes, glowing like a wild beast’s.

Those were the Blood Craver’s eyes.

“Oh, look who’s here?”

Understanding the source of her wariness, Roy only now realized that after experiencing so many events, she had forgotten about her.

Vivian von Castein, that terrifying being rescued by the Lady from the Death Silence Triangle and granted the authority of immortality.

However, even though it was somewhat unexpected, the captain still wasn’t too solemn, teasing with a frivolous expression, though her steps toward the man had stopped.

Inconspicuously moving sideways a few steps to ensure she wasn’t between the two, to avoid being attacked from front and back, Roy then turned her gaze back, asking somewhat resentfully: “I say, First Mate, you’re even more shameless than I imagined.”

“Not fair” had been replaced by “shameless,” though it was the captain’s hopeless attempt to provoke, there was also some disdain.

You, an elder, using such elaborate schemes to deceive me is one thing, but finding help for a fight is too much, isn’t it?

“I didn’t arrange with her, we just happened to be walking the same path, naturally arriving at the same place. How is that shameless?”

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At this point, the “old pirate” finally removed the mask of an elder, beginning to show the malicious habits of the pirate First Mate of the past.

He smiled and spoke, coming from the side rail to the center of the deck, then casually tossing the magical box to the approaching young woman.

Vivian naturally caught it steadily.

This process wasn’t fast, but as if having calculated Roy’s maximum speed and knowing that the lead bullet in her flintlock had already been used, the “old pirate” wasn’t worried at all that she would suddenly attack.

And that was indeed the case.

The captain did nothing, just looking hatefully at Isaac, like a cheetah deprived of its food, secretly grinding its teeth.

Snatching the magical box from that monster’s hands would be infinitely more difficult than from the First Mate’s hands—it could even be said to be impossible.

“Don’t look at me that way, child. This is just a precautionary measure. I don’t want to be targeted by you as a breakthrough point.”

The “old pirate” smiled and said: “Even though I’m also very skilled in combat, I have to admit that in front of you young people, I don’t have much advantage.”

To be precise, young “monsters.”

“But despite this, after not having to worry about protecting the magical box, I can still cause you some trouble, as you well know.”

Hearing the man’s words, though Roy was displeased, she couldn’t deny it.

If it were just Isaac alone, relying on the power within her body, she could indeed easily suppress him and reclaim the magical box.

But if Vivian were added, it would be entirely different.

“Child, I know what you’re thinking.”

Gazing into the captain’s eyes, watching her flickering gaze, Isaac spoke earnestly: “But you must understand, that’s impossible.”

“If the bloodline within you fully awakened, becoming a true divine offspring, then not just the two of us, but even more people couldn’t stop you.”

Unless deities intervened, great figures joined forces, and the world’s power gathered, who could do anything to the Devil? And as his most perfect child, even if Roy wasn’t his equal, she was certainly beyond the two of them to contend with.

But the problem was… she was still mortal.

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The divine light shining in her eyes now, the great power flowing within her body, wasn’t from the deep ice in her bloodline melting, but still borrowed from the Devil.

Thus, she still couldn’t touch even a corner of the rules, couldn’t truly erase eternity.

She was not their match.

Silently cursing a few times at the shamelessness, the captain turned her eyes and looked at Vivian, asking with unusual gentleness: “Does that cut still hurt?”

It seemed like a kind inquiry, yet also like rubbing salt in the wound.

Knowing Roy couldn’t persuade Isaac and was now targeting her, or using this as intimidation, Vivian’s mind was clear, her face cold as frost.

Her words were more direct, showing no courtesy.

“Two against one, you have no chance of winning. Hand over the key.”

Meeting a rebuff, the captain sighed deeply with an aggrieved expression, knowing this path was not viable, and could only let her thoughts race to find another way.

But this was truly a dead end.

Though there were only two people opposite her, they were more dangerous and terrifying than those two hundred soldiers at Wistoga. Just relying on herself alone…

“Thud.”

As if hearing Roy’s thoughts, accompanied by a muffled sound and the splash of water droplets falling on the deck, another guest arrived on the ship.

But this time, the arrival wasn’t an uninvited guest, but a familiar face from the Mermaid.

That youth who had once served as First Mate, even Captain, on this ship.

Feeling the gazes suddenly converging on him, the youth miserably shook his sleeves, getting rid of some water droplets that had soaked them.

Then, he raised his head, his clear blood-red eyes flashing over Roy’s and Isaac’s faces in turn, finally stopping on Vivian’s face.

He spoke faintly, with some apology in his tone.

“No, it’s two against two.”