Captain – Chapter 612 – The Devil’s Heart

Kill… the Great Captain?

No, forget attempting assassination—in nearly a century, there hadn’t even been anyone who dared challenge his authority.

Even formidable figures like Devil Gerard and Night Curtain Enzo maintained sufficient respect for him, and even that one in the Cursed Sea regarded him as the only existence in the present world who could stand as his equal.

Such a towering, unshakeable mountain—now someone actually wanted to try pushing it down?

And it was the young woman he had personally raised.

This made no sense at all.

But despite his reason telling him that such a deduction was absurdly laughable, the youth still forced himself to believe it. After a moment of silence, he said reluctantly:

“This is just the worst-case scenario, isn’t it? You could just explain everything clearly to her.”

Faced with the youth’s suggestion, the figure in the throne only smiled noncommittally, as if to indicate that it would be meaningless, and that he also… didn’t care.

Knowing he wouldn’t find any solution from the man, the youth sighed habitually and turned his gaze to Captain Fia Rose, who acted as if she hadn’t heard anything.

“Don’t look at me. I’m just an outsider.”

Feeling the youth’s gaze, “Black Rose” spread her hands, unhesitatingly distancing herself: “You saw it yourself—I can’t even persuade the old man, let alone that little captain. Old sentiment doesn’t count for much in this kind of mess.”

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“However…”

Though she said this, the legendary figure’s eyes shifted, glancing across the table before changing her approach: “Nothing is absolute. You could try seeking… ‘outside assistance’? Consider it a last-ditch effort.”

At this, Victor raised an eyebrow slightly and followed her gaze toward the newly promoted legend who had remained silent throughout and had only occupied a seat here a dozen days ago.

“So what’s your take on this? After all, you already know quite a bit about those old matters.”

Seeing the two looking at him, the legend thought for a moment before calmly answering: “The past is the past, present matters are present matters. They ultimately can’t be conflated, so…”

“I think her choice is correct.”

Of course you’d think she’s right, no matter what kind of storm that person plans to stir up.

After hearing this, Victor sighed again, feeling that placing hope in him and having him step forward would be less likely than expecting the sun to rise from the west tomorrow.

“Fine, fine. In the end, none of you can be relied upon.”

After complaining helplessly, the youth pointed to himself: “I’ll go. I’ll go—that should work, right?”

With that, Victor left the wooden house.

Soon, a three-masted warship departed from Providence’s harbor, passed through the channel cleared by the guard fleet, crossed the tense “Pilgrimage Strait,” and finally, under the watchful eyes of pirates in the fortress, approached the massive vessel.

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After the warship came to a stop, Victor declined his crew’s offers to accompany and protect him, boarded alone the small boat lowered from the massive ship, and was hauled up to deck level by the thick rope tied to its bow.

Climbing over the ship’s rail, the first sight that met his eyes was the strange spectacle of pirates and skeletons coexisting.

They worked together, or simply gathered in sheltered spots, playing cards of unknown vintage. It looked quite harmonious, but to a visitor’s eyes, the scene was inevitably somewhat unsettling.

Seeing this, Victor was somewhat surprised but only frowned before beginning to search for the person in charge—or rather, the young woman he had come to see.

The skeleton crew was indeed frightening, but the youth had studied under the Great Captain for so long and understood many monsters far more terrifying. Combined with intelligence gathered from the fortress before boarding, such a reaction was only natural.

Perhaps knowing the visitor’s identity was different, those who came to greet him this time were Ben, Wyatt, and a military officer who held the highest rank among the skeletons.

The moment he saw the former first mate of the Ghost Scythe, Victor understood the hidden meaning—understood what the young woman wanted to show him. His already gloomy mood sank further, though he didn’t show it on his face.

“Creak.”

The captain’s quarters door slowly opened, revealing two neat rows of skeleton soldiers standing inside, arranged from the doorway all the way to both sides of the front of a newly replaced long table.

Behind and to the side of the long table stood a young woman holding a Siamese cat in her arms.

And at the end facing the youth, across from the old wooden chair prepared for him, sat his former captain—that truly transformed devil.

An unprecedented sense of oppression rushed toward him. Only by facing her directly did Victor finally understand that what he had considered absurd was actually not absurd at all.

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Because the young woman he had parted from less than two years ago seemed to truly possess the ability to shake the Islands, to shake that great mountain. And if one added the Nightmare King and those standing behind her in the Empire and Federation, she might truly have…

The confidence to contend with the Great Captain.

It was truly incredible.

After stepping forward to greet him and express a certain attitude, Ben and Wyatt stopped at the doorway and closed the wooden door after watching the youth enter.

“It’s been such a long time, Victor.”

After saying “sit,” Roy smiled and spoke, as if this were truly just a reunion of old friends.

Taking a deep breath, the youth sat in the wooden chair pulled out by a skeleton, watching as they began silently and efficiently fetching cups and pouring wine, saying in a low voice: “It has been nearly two years.”

“About that long. Speaking of which, how have you been lately?”

Picking up the crystal goblet before her and taking a light sip of wine, the captain squinted with satisfaction and asked: “The news of you being chosen by the old man is spreading everywhere now.”

“Just from the taverns along the coast that I passed by, I’ve heard it no fewer than twenty times.”

At this, the youth frowned, unable to find any clues or intentions in Roy’s utterly indifferent expression, and could only continue along with her: “I was completely unprepared for being chosen, but I’ve been doing well enough.”

“As for those spreading the news everywhere, you know it’s for building momentum. Though it may not be the old man’s intention, someone will always consider things for him.”

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After hearing this, the young woman nodded seriously: “Yes, our Great Captain never needs to do anything—he only needs to show a little attitude.”

“Sometimes he doesn’t even need to make a gesture to pronounce someone’s fate.”

“An irrefutable fate.”

Hearing the young woman’s tone grow lighter, Victor could guess the reason she would say such things, but he also understood that this conversation couldn’t continue in this direction.

Otherwise, he would definitely have come in vain.

But before the youth could speak up—before he could mention any secrets or bring up those who had gone to the island to “demand justice” before Roy—the captain’s tone suddenly shifted.

She gently swirled her wine glass, looking at the clear amber liquid within, and smiled: “You don’t need to think too much. I have no interest in that position. It’s better that he chose you—after all, our relationship isn’t distant.”

Hearing that laughing tone, the youth’s expression had begun to relax somewhat, his furrowed brow gradually smoothing, but before he could truly relax, he was shocked by Roy’s next words—words that hid great storms beneath—causing him to suddenly raise his head.

The look he gave her was full of incomprehension, and one could vaguely catch a trace of unfamiliarity.

Because that sentence was…

“In the future, discussing and negotiating matters… will be more convenient.”