Captain – Chapter 613 – Ask Him to Abdicate

This sentence alone had no problems when heard in isolation.

When that old man abdicated and Victor ascended the throne, the decision-making power for all major matters in the Islands would naturally fall to the younger generation—or rather, to the two of them.

But the key point was that Roy didn’t know about the changes that had occurred with the Great Captain, so she couldn’t possibly deduce when he might approximately abdicate.

In that case, the meaning of these words had to be reconsidered.

It was no longer about waiting for the old man to abdicate before authority would fall into their hands, but rather…

After asking him to abdicate.

Though he was already certain of the young woman’s intentions, the impact was simply too great—so great that even Victor, whose will was as strong as steel, this marksman who could keep his gun steady under any circumstances, couldn’t help but lose his composure and stand up.

Then he asked her as if he hadn’t heard clearly.

“What do you mean by that?”

At this point, the warmth of old friends reuniting suddenly dissipated, and the confrontation of wills between the two sides began to surface openly.

Faced with the youth’s questioning, Roy naturally had no interest in pretending anymore. Her smile remained, but with added coldness.

“What could I mean? I just think the old man has been sitting in that position far too long—it must be over a century now. Whether looking at matters or people, his eyes have inevitably grown somewhat dim. So why continue laboring?”

“Better to step down and enjoy his twilight years.”

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Hearing the captain’s explanation, Victor’s brow gradually furrowed, as if he didn’t understand why she would have such thoughts. Of course, it wasn’t that he didn’t understand her resentment toward the Great Captain.

Rather, he felt this was impossible.

Because that man, from the moment he sat upon the throne, had already regarded this world as his own domain, and had manifested his will into unwritten yet irrefutable law.

How could such a figure yield due to a few words of persuasion or some old sentiment?

As for force… that was even more unthinkable.

Recalling fragments from pirate history books, or those past deeds of the Great Captain that even the history books hadn’t described, Victor was certain this was simply a dead end.

It absolutely couldn’t work.

Having lived together day and night, fighting side by side, Roy understood the youth extremely well. She saw through his thoughts at a glance and spoke first to block his words.

“How to proceed, what possible results it might cause, and how to quell those storms—these are all things I need to consider. You needn’t trouble yourself.”

“After all, this is ultimately between him and me, and only we can resolve it.”

“Isn’t that right, future Great Captain?”

Though he knew the young woman was right—that whether it was this oppressive standoff gripping the Islands or the storm it might trigger, it would ultimately fall between the two of them, with outsiders having little power to change anything—Victor still wanted to try to do something.

Like telling her about certain past events, or about those close to her who were waiting for her on Providence, having temporarily accepted the Great Captain’s explanations and arrangements.

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This might not change her mind, but it would at least make her consider more.

But he no longer had the chance to say these things.

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. The youth was slightly stunned and instinctively touched his throat, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t make it produce sound.

It wasn’t until the bewildered man looked up and saw the mischief on Roy’s face that he realized this must be her doing. His expression darkened as he pointed to his throat.

Signaling her to quickly undo it.

The young woman naturally had no intention of withdrawing this small trick. She simply waved her hand carelessly and explained: “Alright, Victor. I don’t want to hear all that unnecessary nagging.”

“You rushed over here in such a hurry—you must be quite tired. Go rest first. Don’t worry, I had them prepare the best room for you.”

“Of course, if you don’t want to stay long, just tell Mr. Wyatt and the others.”

“Now, take our guest to rest.”

Seeing the young woman give the order, the skeletons standing on either side of the youth immediately sprang into action. One pulled out his chair while the other, ignoring his resistance, hoisted him up.

They carried him toward the wooden door, with the two rows of “honor guard” following behind.

Soon, only Roy remained in the captain’s quarters, along with the raven perched obediently and quietly on her shoulder, and the young woman holding the cat behind and to the side of the long table—that is, the Siren.

Oh, and there was also the ghost who had quietly appeared and sat on the table after the wooden door closed.

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The captain watched that old friend leave until his figure disappeared behind the door, then withdrew her gaze with a melancholy sigh, disappointment surfacing in her eyes.

Ever since learning he had become the Great Captain’s successor, Roy had anticipated that given his position and character, he would definitely seek her out and try to mediate from the middle.

Even knowing such efforts would be essentially useless.

And though she had anticipated this, and had deduced from the youth’s behavior that this reunion was definitely his own decision and had nothing to do with the Great Captain…

Even after truly confirming this point, she was still disappointed—indescribably disappointed.

Because facing such a situation, that man who had once… been treated as a father by her, still had no response whatsoever—not even a perfunctory word.

This could prove much, and left her feeling deeply cold.

She understood just how heartless a person he truly was, though he had never worn a mask.

This was fine too—it saved her from being emotionally confused.

Taking a deep breath, Roy’s expression grew solemn, showing no trace of frivolity.

She looked toward the sea maiden who had come to sit at the table and asked in a grave voice: “If he wanted to directly manipulate this sea, and you sang, how confident are you that you could resist?”

At this, the Siren thought seriously before gently shaking her head at her: “Captain Roy, your opponent is too terrifying. I have no confidence I could still soothe the sea under his will, but I can guarantee tranquility within a hundred meters.”

“Unless he gets really too close.”

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After hearing this, the captain nodded slightly, saying “that’s enough,” then turned her gaze to the ghost: “Though the possibility is very low, I still want to know…”

“If he were willing to come aboard the Auran Goddess, then with the divine grace left by the Goddess, could you suppress him, even if only for a moment?”

After similarly thinking and sensing for a while, the ghost girl finally nodded at her.

But before Roy could breathe a sigh of relief and make some plans, the cat in the sea maiden’s arms jumped onto the table, found an empty spot to lie down, and delivered a crushing blow with a meow.

“Meow.”

Don’t harbor delusions. With your current state, even if that person were willing to lower himself and risk boarding the ship despite the danger, you would at most have… no more than a ten percent chance of victory.

In a certain sense, he is a god.

Hearing the grave meaning contained at the end of that meow, Roy couldn’t help but feel deflated. She irritably ruffled her hair and asked: “Then tell me, how much longer do I have to wait here before I have a chance to truly threaten him?”

“Meow.”

The cat called out faintly, saying at least ten years.

But after silently sensing for a while, the emotions in its deep blue eyes grew more complex, and with some sentiment, it called out again, causing the young woman to change her answer with great confusion.

No, perhaps it won’t take that long after all.