Captain – Chapter 459 – Child, Haven’t You Mistaken Me?

To call them deep sea was not accurate; those bottomless abyss-like eyes were actually more like mirrors, because through them, Roy could see herself and those brilliantly glowing devil’s eyes.

Where… is this?

That mirror receded until it completely disappeared into the darkness.

Only then did the young woman come to her senses, but somehow, the surroundings had completely changed. It was no longer that spacious yet warm room, but a world without light.

In this world, apart from the extremely low temperature and the churning, surging black fog, there was nothing else.

This sense of desolation was completely different from the rarely visited far north. It was more like a place that was once full of vitality but had suffered an unprecedented catastrophe, causing all things to wither.

It was like…

Withdrawing her bewildered gaze, Roy took several deep breaths to calm herself. When she observed this strange world again, a strong suspicion suddenly surged in her heart.

The all-encompassing black fog, the world where all life had perished—considering everything, it strongly resembled what she had learned from First Mate Isaac about the devil’s monumental crime. Nearly a thousand years ago, he had released the calamities from Annisdora’s Box, turning the entire Auran coast into a land of death.

Wasn’t that scene exactly like what was before her now?

But the question was, why was she here, and where was this ghostly place?

After making this judgment, the captain began to consider her situation. She had merely exchanged a glance with that man across the vast sea, and she had been transported here. This made no sense at all.

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Even a true deity or an unrestrained devil couldn’t arbitrarily move someone thousands of miles away, let alone bring them back to a world from nearly a thousand years ago. Therefore, according to her judgment…

This must be another illusion.

Roy prided herself on having experienced countless strange events, with a heart as cold as iron.

As for illusions, counting the dream trap on Frans Island, the divine path she had trodden on the northern ice stairs, and the frozen time she had entered when boarding the Satin, she had experienced far more than once.

So after a brief moment of confusion, the captain suppressed her inner restlessness and pondered ways to escape.

To solve a predicament, the simplest and clearest method was to deduce the intentions of the one who set it up, trace its source, and find the general path to break through—just as when she had fallen into that divine path, it was through understanding the devil’s intentions that she had resolutely moved forward.

So now, she had to guess the thoughts of that lazy man whom she regarded as a father.

It had to be said, this was truly a sad thing.

Generally speaking, illusions don’t affect the body but only imprison consciousness. This meant that to people outside, she probably appeared to have suddenly fainted or become motionless like a puppet.

For some reason, as Roy thought about this, her mind gradually drifted away from the right track, beginning to imagine the anxious expressions of her first mate and those two little creatures. Her heartstrings unconsciously trembled.

No, no, no, now was not the time to worry about this.

She shook her head, trying to shake off these chaotic thoughts, but for some reason, whenever the young woman tried to calm her mind and find a way to escape, Caine’s image would always appear before her eyes.

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As if it were some extremely important reminder.

“Alright, alright…”

After multiple unsuccessful attempts, Roy gritted her teeth and muttered, turning her attention to this first mate of special identity, while secretly complaining why she didn’t think of him like this usually.

This omnipresent feeling truly made one think that if she didn’t see him for a moment, she would forget him.

Wait, forget…

Blinking hard, the captain was extraordinarily surprised to find that the familiar figure before her eyes suddenly became much blurrier, as if gradually being obscured by the surrounding black fog, becoming only a vague outline, and finally leaving only a gaze.

Those azure eyes, as blue as the sea, were now full of panic, like the panic of losing a precious treasure forever.

Vaguely, he seemed to reach out his hand to her.

Across the endless darkness, she faintly heard his call, heard the raven’s alarmed cries, the young dragon’s anxious growls, as well as the sound of doors opening, footsteps, and increasingly complex voices.

Well, it seemed she was going to make a big fool of herself.

Roy smiled bitterly in silence, reaching out toward him, though she knew the distance between them was so vast it was nearly despair-inducing, and it was drifting away like a torrent with time.

Finally, all sounds disappeared.

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“Tap, tap, tap.”

Slight sounds gradually approached, becoming clearer.

Roy felt something hitting her body—wet, not cold, but rather cool.

The hand reaching toward the distance slowly withdrew. The captain wiped her eyes, which had teared up and felt somewhat sore. The source of the slight sound finally became clear—it was rain, and it seemed to be the cool rain of summer.

Lowering her hand, the light and shadows before her, though still gloomy, were no longer like before, full of churning black fog that obscured all light. What entered Roy’s eyes now was an ordinary rainy day.

To be precise, a pasture on a rainy day.

The vast pasture was covered with green grass. In the distance, sheep were lowering their heads to graze, children from nearby homes were running happily, and docile dairy cows were waiting to be milked by the worker.

Roy stood not far from those dairy cows, so she could easily see the profile of that worker, see her drenched light brown long hair and that dress full of patches.

See that face she had longed for day and night but could never see again.

“Mo… mother?”

Instinctively stepping forward, the captain was certain that with her eyesight, she couldn’t possibly be mistaken.

She murmured involuntarily, her body trembling rarely, walking quickly toward that worker, completely unaware that her voice had become much deeper than usual, much more childlike.

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Only when she came to the worker’s side did Roy realize somewhat bewilderedly that she had somehow become much shorter, having to look up to see the woman. But soon, she realized that she wasn’t in the real world—upon arriving at this pasture, she had turned back into a child.

As if time had reversed, taking her back to childhood.

But now, the captain didn’t care about so-called illusions or her own transformation. Even knowing all this was fake, she still couldn’t resist the palpitation in her heart, wanting to talk more with the person before her.

Even if just to hear her voice.

“Mother.”

After waiting obediently for a long time, until the worker finally finished her work and stood up to wipe the rain and sweat from her forehead, Roy called to her softly, with a rarely seen expression of anticipation and nervousness.

Hearing someone call her, the woman’s movements paused. She turned around, looking at this child who had suddenly appeared behind her. After a moment of stunned silence, she knelt down and gently stroked his head.

Despite having endured life’s hardships, with her face bearing some signs of wear, it couldn’t hide the woman’s pearl-like beauty and the brilliant light in those amber eyes. She smiled slightly, a smile that, besides gentleness, also revealed a deeply hidden, gradually disappearing dignity.

Wouldn’t anyone looking at such a smile feel as if bathed in spring breeze?

But Roy was different. She felt no warmth, only coldness—a bone-chilling cold that nearly froze the hope on her face, because she heard words she had never imagined.

“Child, haven’t you mistaken me?”