Captain – Chapter 609 – “Guest”

The response from the person in the throne was still only silence.

So moments later, that legend who felt like a ridiculous solo performer couldn’t help but roll her eyes, sighing while waving her hand in irritation.

“Fine, pretend I didn’t say anything. After all, this should count as… your family matter?”

“We outsiders have no say in it.”

Seeing this, the Great Captain could continue pretending to sleep and remain indifferent, but Victor couldn’t stay silent and let the situation “deteriorate” further, so he naturally took up the conversation.

“Captain Fia, you mentioned earlier that there wouldn’t be a fight over there, so you should already know who the current master of the Nightmare King is?”

Hearing this, the legend called “Fia” glanced at him and smiled charmingly: “Of course. You should know that there aren’t many things on this sea that can be hidden from me.”

Speaking thus, she glanced again at the throne, her smile becoming even more captivating as she said meaningfully: “Even those secrets that are covered up most tightly, so old they’re about to grow moldy.”

Because she was “Black Rose,” Fia Rose.

She was the world’s largest and most dangerous information broker, and also the eyes that monitored the present world for the Southern Islands.

In a sense, she and everything under her command could be considered the islands’ Black Raven Society, but what was astonishing was that this was all created by her single-handedly.

From nothing to something, from small to vast, all of it.

“So, who exactly is on that ship?”

Knowing that if he didn’t interrupt, this legend who was the most mysterious in the pirates’ eyes would again pester the Great Captain about “information disclosure” issues, the young man quickly redirected her attention.

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“Who else could it be? Of course it’s that little lapdog raised by our Captain Roy.”

Seeming to find the young man’s impatience boring, Fia slightly curled her lip and withdrew her gaze, looking at the three rings on her hand while answering in a lazy tone.

All the while thinking about what it would take for the old man to pass that square stone ring to her instead of this questioning fellow after he closed his eyes.

Hearing words like “Captain Roy” and “little lapdog,” Victor, being a veteran of the Mermaid, immediately guessed the answer and couldn’t help but slightly raise his eyebrows.

“You mean… Richi?”

Not surprised by his comprehension, that legend hummed in acknowledgment, saying with a half-smile: “That little lapdog and his ‘master,’ oh, perhaps I should say ‘former master,’ suffered such hardship and grievance together in that wretched place…”

“Of course they’d come back to demand an explanation.”

Pausing, Fia shifted her gaze and smiled at the young man, raising a finger: “Of course, just in case, that ‘little madman’ should have sharpened his teeth quite well.”

“If not properly appeased, he might bite at any moment.”

His raised eyebrow fell back. Although his expression still showed some gloom, the young man clearly relaxed somewhat: “I’ll go see him. No matter what, there should be a negotiation phase before any violence.”

He should be able to secure this opportunity. After all, he and that young man had had a good relationship in the past.

Although this answer made Victor vaguely guess what had really happened in the Triangle that evening months ago when the Great Captain had left the house to climb the cliff, and more questions surged in his heart, he still planned to depart immediately.

First, he needed to stabilize what seemed like a dangerous situation.

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“Want an umbrella?”

But just as he shook his head, refusing that legend’s kindness while turning toward the wooden door, the man sitting upright in the throne suddenly spoke.

“No need to go.”

Hearing that person’s calm words, the young man’s steps immediately faltered, and he turned his head somewhat stiffly, seemingly unable to understand why he would make such a decision.

Don’t you always believe that stability trumps everything? Now suddenly changing your mind—do you consider Richi and everyone involved in this game a threat?

So… you want to eliminate them all, even if it means setting the islands ablaze with blood and fire?

Why?

“Victor, sometimes thinking too much isn’t a virtue.”

Guessing the young man’s thoughts, the person in the throne showed a trace of amusement, finding his reaction quite interesting. Then, before he could voice his questions, he explained: “What I mean is, you might as well go to the wine cellar now and fetch some wine.”

“Because our guest… has arrived.”

As the man’s low words fell, Victor suddenly turned and looked up toward the upper side of the wooden house.

Because there, between the sounds of rain and thunder, there was suddenly the sound of beating wings—incredibly strong and powerful, far exceeding the commotion caused by the most magnificent eagles and falcons he had ever heard in flight.

What was that?

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Following that sound, the young man’s gaze moved from that spot, over the rooftop, around the wall, and finally stopped at the wooden window beside the door.

At this moment, that window had been covered by a “dark curtain,” with shadows falling through the electric light, crossing the long wooden table and extending all the way to the base of the opposite wall.

Accompanied by a muffled sound, the wing beats ceased entirely, leaving only the wind currents stirred by the visitor, making the already extremely old and rickety door and windows creak and groan.

The next moment, the sound of landing came from outside the door, followed by footsteps.

Staring intently at the door, the young man slightly furrowed his brow, speculating about the identity of that “guest” mentioned by the Great Captain.

The answer was soon revealed.

“Knock knock.”

After two polite yet distant knocks, the wooden door was slowly pushed open. The visitor stepped in, paused slightly, then nodded at the young man.

As if he hadn’t expected to encounter an acquaintance in this foreign place.

The intermittent lightning briefly illuminated the interior, lighting up a corner of the throne’s shadow and that man’s slightly unfocused yet still profound and majestic pupils.

It also illuminated the tall figure reflected within them and the hem of that deep blue cloak.

Smiling with interest, the person in the throne slowly sat up straight while supporting himself on the armrest, giving instructions at the same time.

“Victor, serve the wine.”

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No one knew what exactly happened that rainy night when the captains guarding Providence were on high alert, but ultimately no cannon fire erupted.

That confrontation began without warning and ended just as quietly, leaving people completely baffled. But the pirates knew that ship had ultimately entered the holy land.

The islands remained peaceful.

So although the torrential rain still showed no signs of stopping, the gloomy atmosphere hanging over the islands quickly dissipated, and people returned to their daily lives.

The kind involving wine and revelry, of course.

However… the good times didn’t last long.

Over ten days later, on the reef beside what was called the “Pilgrimage Strait,” several hundred nautical miles from Providence, urgent and sharp alarm bells suddenly rang out.

Here stood a fortress that, while not comparable to Fort Haynes jointly guarded by the Empire and Federation, could still be called extremely magnificent, like a natural barrier.

Its thick walls and the ant-hole-like densely arranged cannon ports above them all displayed to visitors the intimidating power capable of crushing most warships.

But at this moment, the pirates stationed within appeared quite alarmed and tense, taking positions with hurried steps, with irritable commands occasionally heard.

This was naturally because of those incessant alarm bells and their cause—that ship slowly emerging from the rain curtain and sea fog, so enormous it exceeded all the pirates’ imagination, with a mainmast so tall it even surpassed the city walls…

A magnificent giant vessel.