Captain – Chapter 434 – Skull on the Envelope

“You said it yourself, there’s no going back on it.”

After a while, Roy came to her senses from the magnificent scene before her.

She stepped forward, leaned against the wall by the window, and turned her face slightly to gaze at the sea of stars above the mighty city, reminding him in an equally languid tone.

“There are no such things as remedies for regret in this world, Captain.”

Hearing the first mate’s deliberately rational answer, the young woman smiled and then cautioned: “That’s what they say, but I still think that when making promises, people should avoid being too absolute.”

“You say you’ll accompany me to see all the wonders of the world, but do you know how long that ‘future’ you speak of represents? Perhaps even you can’t endure it, and then you’ll complain…”

She paused, and Roy shifted her gaze slightly, looking at Caine with a stern expression: “Captain, we’ve already killed the devil and earned more money than we could ever spend. Can’t we just live peacefully?”

Seeing this, the young man was slightly taken aback, then realized she was imitating him. His face immediately darkened, losing all that languid air.

However… this possibility did seem to exist.

Seeing the changes in his expression, the captain smiled again and said wickedly: “My dear first mate, let me tell you, your captain has lived a life of storms and can’t settle for that peaceful existence.”

“Even after seeing the scenery of Devil’s Island, there are still many more unknown, fascinating seas in this world waiting for me to sail to and feast my eyes upon. How could I possibly return to an ordinary life?”

“Caine, you know, I can’t be that caged bird.”

Folding her arms, the captain tilted her head slightly, adding in a whisper: “Even if that cage is made of gold, and as big as the Empire.”

“Besides, you wouldn’t have the heart to see me dejected every day, would you?”

Seeing how the young woman, like a magician, one moment concealed stubbornness and determination in her soft words, and the next lowered her eyebrows, putting on a pitiful, aggrieved look, the first mate shook his head noncommittally.

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It was unclear whether he meant he couldn’t bear it, or that the captain’s acting was too poor.

Discovering that the young man’s resistance to her performances was growing day by day, now almost “bulletproof,” Roy clicked her tongue disinterestedly and turned her gaze back to the brilliant night view.

“Captain, according to you, if everything could end smoothly, you still wouldn’t want to return to land, but continue sailing far away?”

Hearing the first mate’s footsteps and increasingly clear question, the young woman didn’t answer, just pursed her lips, feeling he was asking something he already knew the answer to.

“But didn’t you say you didn’t want your child to suffer anymore?”

Upon hearing the word “child,” Roy didn’t immediately react. She blinked, looking at the young man just a step away with a completely bewildered face, asking: “What child? What’s the connection here?”

“Captain, let me ask you, do you remember what it felt like when you were still young and went to sea for the first time?”

The first mate didn’t answer her but changed the subject and asked her instead.

“The feeling…”

Roy pinched her chin, pondered for a moment, and said: “The first time I think I was a bit dizzy, not used to that rocking environment, but this varies from person to person. I got used to it in half a month.”

“But the quality of life and environment can’t compare to land, right?”

Feeling these questions were truly strange, the captain couldn’t help but roll her eyes at him, saying impatiently: “Just say what you want to say directly, why are you beating around the bush? I don’t remember you being like this before.”

“Alright, alright, I’ll be direct.”

Seeing signs of the young woman getting angry, the first mate quickly appeased her, though the corners of his mouth gradually curved upward, truly resembling the captain’s wicked manner: “I mean to say, Captain, we certainly can’t…”

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“Let our child be born on a ship, can we?”

Now, Roy finally understood what he was getting at. She widened her eyes slightly, pointing at his nose, saying: “So this is where you were going with this. The trouble isn’t even over yet, and you’re already…”

Before she could finish accusing the first mate of his crime, the captain suddenly stopped speaking.

The top floor of the clock tower was already quiet. Now that the two had tacitly ceased their argument, nearly all disturbances were gone. Thus, the ticking sound of the moving hands and footsteps coming from below suddenly became clear.

Someone was coming.

This was their first reaction. After hearing the composed and steady footsteps, showing no signs of turning back halfway, they finally confirmed that the person was heading to the top floor, and more likely…

Coming for them.

Because although they hadn’t deliberately observed, thanks to their ability to read people, Roy and Caine could still be certain that among the twenty-eight people who had come with them, absolutely no one would bother to climb to the top.

As for such… well-trained footsteps, there was none.

“What kind of person is it?”

Hearing the first mate’s question, the captain listened attentively for a while longer and said: “This walking habit belongs either to a thief or an assassin, and it must be a habitual sneaker, someone who kills without blinking.”

Because she had spent most of her years in the Eastern Seas and rarely dealt with the Federation, despite the Great Captain’s teachings, Roy, although aware of a secret messaging organization in the Federation, didn’t immediately think in that direction.

After all, she had more confrontations with the Empire, facing either Auran warships or those seemingly omnipresent assassins. She really couldn’t imagine that she would have any connection with the Federation Message Bureau.

Therefore, that messenger’s habit formed from long concealment in the shadows appeared in the captain’s eyes like a beast waiting to strike.

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It was a sufficiently dangerous signal.

“However…”

Pushing the first mate away slightly, Roy straightened up from the wall, looking down at the spiral staircase from her vantage point, assuming a composed posture.

“However what?”

Not showing off by standing in front of the young woman, because Caine knew that without carrying weapons, his fighting ability was truly worrisome, he merely frowned slightly and asked in confusion.

“However, I find it strange. I don’t have any enemies in the Federation, so why would an assassin come for me, and on Anderson family territory at that? It doesn’t make sense, unless that person…”

“Was sent by the Anderson family.”

At this point, Roy fell silent for a moment, then shook her head: “No, that’s impossible. That family head would never do business at a loss, let alone set up such a bloody scheme with no return.”

Those footsteps were getting closer, but seemingly sensing something unusual at the top floor, they stopped at the corner of the spiral staircase without revealing themselves.

“Is it… coming for me?”

Hearing the soft query from behind, the captain shrugged and said: “Who knows? Regardless of who they’re coming for, once they fall into our hands, we’ll naturally have answers. And I must say…”

“Sending just one person, aren’t they underestimating your captain a bit too much?”

These words, the young woman didn’t conceal, letting them drift and spread, presumably reaching the visitor’s ears, because that shadow cast by the wall candle light trembled slightly at that moment.

It wasn’t that Roy was overconfident. In such a cramped, narrow space, with the distance so close, even if the visitor carried weapons, they couldn’t possibly be her match, unless that person possessed a monstrous physique similar to hers, like Vivian.

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But bizarre existences like the Blood Craver were already miracles if there was one in the world. How could more appear out of thin air? And apart from supernatural phenomena, those in this world who could confront her…

At least in her memory, there was only one person, and given his status, it was impossible for him to penetrate deep into Hipalia, let alone come specifically to find her.

If that was the case, what was there to worry about?

“Not coming out, huh? Fine, wait…”

With this thought, the young woman hesitated no longer, cracking her knuckles as she was about to go down. But before she could show her might, the owner of that shadow stepped out from the corner, bowing humbly to the young woman who had stopped in her tracks.

“Very honored to meet you, Captain Roy.”

Hearing the other’s calm tone, Roy looked him up and down. After confirming he wasn’t carrying any visible weapons, she couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow and ask: “How strange, who are you?”

Could it be that she had misjudged, and the visitor wasn’t an assassin at all?

Thinking this, Roy observed more carefully. After confirming that the person before her was more like a messenger and had no connection whatsoever with so-called professional killers, her heart felt somewhat absurd and defeated.

What was all this about?

Unaware of the young woman’s mental activity, the messenger raised his face slightly, took out a snow-white envelope from his bosom, and said in a toneless voice: “I am a messenger from the Federation Message Bureau, coming to deliver a letter to you.”

After speaking, he stepped forward carefully, stopping three steps away from the young woman, respectfully presenting the letter, bringing it before Roy’s eyes.

And so, in the young woman’s dark golden pupils was reflected that pure, unstained white envelope without any signature, and pinned on it…

A skull clasp.