Captain – Chapter 393 – Too Late

A numb sensation spread from the back of her hand.

The young woman’s previously powerful hand, which no one could have moved, now quietly dropped, silently opening, no longer able to hold the magical box.

“Clack!”

With a crisp sound, the magical box still emanating threads of light and playing its melody fell straight like a withered leaf, hitting the ground.

As if having been waiting for this moment, Richi gave Vivian no chance to react, directly kicking the magical box away, letting it slide across the deck.

And as if by coincidence, when the youth sent the magical box away from him, the Mermaid was affected by a huge wave, falling into a stern-high, bow-low state.

So the magical box slid downward, advancing straight toward the captain’s direction.

“You…”

Without turning back to look at that scene, Vivian spoke through gritted teeth to the youth, her whole body trembling, not from fear but from anger.

“Vivian, you must remember, when you’re trying to scheme against someone, you should also consider whether you yourself have fallen into a trap.”

As if sensing the young woman’s emotions and that the poison’s effects were rapidly weakening, that colorful poison insect swiftly flew up, not returning to its master but disappearing into the darkness.

It seemed to know that at this moment, its master could barely protect himself, let alone care for it.

Hearing the young woman’s angry tone, Richi’s face grew even paler. After a series of rapid breaths, he finally smiled and lectured.

Now, he was “nailed” to the “cross” by the “nail.” Any movement, even just the trembling caused by the ship’s rise and fall, would pull at his flesh, bringing terrible pain.

“If you considered me an enemy from the beginning, then you should have been fully prepared, even eliminating me before the confrontation.”

“At least in terms of ruthlessness, you’ve shown far from enough.”

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Richi recited softly, his ruby-like eyes already warm, as if he had never viewed her as an enemy, as if it were another rainy night on the Mermaid, making a farewell confession to Roy.

As if preparing to leave.

“You…”

Sensing his intention, Vivian’s voice also began to tremble, but no longer from anger, but from sadness: “Aren’t you afraid…”

“What do I have to fear?”

Without waiting for her to finish, the youth grinned, answering with a rhetorical question.

Indeed, what did he have to fear? He was already someone who had been to hell once; being chosen by the Lady was already fortunate enough.

Now that he had betrayed the deity, at most he would fall back into that darkness.

He didn’t care.

As if to confirm this, the sea wind suddenly grew stronger from the front, lifting one side of the cloak, from which a small box fell.

As it fell, the ribbon tied to the small box fluttered and scattered, and the lid made of unknown animal skin also separated.

Like an iron cage opening, the beings confined within flew out.

They were butterflies, glowing with a light pale golden color.

They gently flapped their wings, circling past the young woman, advancing against the fierce wind and heavy rain, like fire flickering in the night.

This was an extremely beautiful scene, but the mood didn’t last too long.

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The clashing of blades from the bow direction gradually diminished until disappearing, replaced by hurried footsteps and faint cursing.

As for what was being cursed and why, it was nothing more than things like “little bastard” and “no releasing insects on the ship.”

Even at this time, they still had the mood to care about such things.

Because of the divine gift, the youth’s perceptual abilities far exceeded ordinary people, and his hearing was also like this, allowing him to hear the cursing without missing a word.

Silently complaining, Richi’s gaze passed over Vivian’s shoulder, looking toward the source of the cursing, seeing the situation there.

Everything was as planned.

As the magical box dragged along, sliding down the incline of the deck, Roy also took the opportunity to repel Isaac, running toward the wooden box.

After that, the fire-like butterflies passed by her, seemingly fearless warriors, flying head-on toward the “old pirate.”

Even knowing they would be cut by the curved blade, they were still willing to sprinkle their final scales.

What had been a situation created by the Blood Craver and the pirate First Mate, in an extremely short time, had suddenly changed, instead being utilized by Roy and Richi, becoming a fatal link in their plan.

If Vivian and Isaac’s decisions could be considered decisive enough, then Roy and Richi’s adaptation to the situation could be considered perfect.

Whether in judging and guiding the situation, or in controlling hearts and executing plans, they had already reached the limit.

But… where did the plan come from?

From leaving the ice mountain until the curtain rose and they reunited, they hadn’t discussed such a situation, let alone prepared in advance.

Or rather, when it came to the final showdown, it was too late to prepare, because someone as decisive as Isaac would never give them a chance.

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Just now it seemed that Roy had launched a sudden attack, but if she had hesitated a bit longer, even just for a moment, she might have lost the initiative.

With no advance arrangements, and once on the scene, no opportunity to prepare—after all, though Roy and Richi each had their uniqueness, they couldn’t communicate telepathically in an instant—could it be… there was actually no plan?

Just like the captain’s past approach to major events, simply adapting to circumstances?

No, that’s not it.

Before the sudden change, Roy had said “surprise” to Vivian, and had a brief exchange of glances with Richi, and that…

Was everything.

It was the tacit understanding of those who lived and died together, as close as twins, with everything understood without words.

It was the legend of the Mermaid.

As First Mate Isaac had once sighed, even looking at the entire history of pirates, even at the beginning of the golden age thousands of years ago, this Golden-Eyed Devil would surely shine brilliantly.

So he had never underestimated her from the beginning.

In this major event, he was even determined to first eliminate the threat of that youth, then join forces with Vivian to jointly deal with Roy’s offensive.

This led to the previous situation.

But clearly, he had greatly underestimated the threat Richi brought.

If the title of Devil’s descendant hadn’t been so heavy, if that youth hadn’t been like a ghost shadow from the beginning, if they had known…

That he was also a pirate legend, perhaps all this wouldn’t have developed this way.

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They wouldn’t have been defeated so neatly, so unexpectedly.

Since ancient times, those crowned as legends have all been extraordinary people.

And having two legends on a single pirate ship, looking at the entire history of pirates, there was only one: the Satin.

Now, perhaps the Mermaid should also be added.

With the Golden-Eyed Devil and the Blood-Eyed Butcher standing together, unless Edward and Isaac joined forces again, who could outshine their brilliance?

Footsteps disturbed the sound of rain. When Vivian turned around, the captain and the magical box were already within reach, and even she couldn’t stop it in time.

No, if including that unusually long rapier, perhaps there was still a chance.

She could still pierce Roy’s throat at the moment she obtained the magical box.

Without any hesitation, even if it ultimately ended up empty-handed, Vivian had to try. She no longer cared about the youth, gripped the sword hilt again, and almost resolutely pulled it outward.

But the rapier couldn’t be pulled out.

Hearing that teeth-grinding cutting sound, the young woman turned her face in slight bewilderment, then saw Richi gripping the blade tightly.

Blood flowed like a stream, soaking through the scarlet cloak. The youth’s fingers were deeply embedded in the blood grooves of the rapier, white bone faintly visible.

“It’s too late.”

He spoke with extreme gentleness and affection, his eyes full of guilt.