Captain – Chapter 614 – Clues and Phrases

At least ten years?

Then she would wait ten years, until her claws were sharp enough to face that man directly and stand as an equal, before going to demand an answer from him—to seek real justice.

Roy very much wanted to decide this, to do this, but the current situation simply wouldn’t allow it.

This had nothing to do with that pirate emperor, nothing to do with his supporters or those who backed her, and couldn’t even be connected to any factor in the present world.

It was only because of a wager—that wager that had accompanied her since Devil’s Island.

Captain Edward had won the ice sea battle, thereby seizing the magic box and all of the Lady’s divine power, even faintly touching the thin veil at the end of the heavenly tier.

Standing before that great gate that distinguished gods from mortals, separating the mortal world from the other shore.

He only waited for the ancient seals to shatter and the overwhelming fog to recede completely, then he would regain his freedom, ascend to godhood, and realize the greatest vision he had pursued for countless years.

When that time came, whether he honored his “promise” and disappeared before the star curtain leading to the other shore, or basely broke his word and once again ruled over the entire world, settling all old grudges and new enmities, no one would be able to stop his steps.

Even if Roy could reach the heights of his past, facing him at that level, she couldn’t possibly have the slightest power to resist, let alone protect those she loved.

Rescuing her father would be nothing more than delusion.

Before such a desperate ending, before the ocean-deep hatred between her and that ancestor, the storms she faced in the present world were truly just minor skirmishes.

Though according to the Lady, that process would take time, even that divine personage couldn’t determine more specifics, so Roy absolutely had to race against time.

She had to push forward the journey to the Cursed Sea to find that island as much as possible.

Therefore, she absolutely couldn’t wait here for ten years.

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This made it almost a dead end.

She had to face, one after another, the greatest existence from each of the new and old worlds. There was no avoiding it, and she had no intention of fleeing—there was only one path: breaking through.

As for the second sentence the cat had “said,” she couldn’t understand it and could only set it aside for now.

After several disappointing meows, the captain’s quarters fell quiet.

Roy propped her elbows on the table, fingers interlaced as she contemplated, trying to find a ray of light from the boundless shadows before her—a path that could lead out of the darkness.

In this process, her dark gold pupils glowed faintly, the flickering radiance within indicating she had activated her great power and begun analyzing existing intelligence or reviewing the past.

She didn’t even overlook the stories her mother had told about that dead bastard, nor did she ignore the various details from her years of interactions with the Great Captain.

Countless clues flew past and intertwined, gradually forming a complex web.

The young woman stood within countless threads, sometimes walking, sometimes stopping, her pupils growing ever brighter. Gradually, a deduction—or rather, a feasible method—surfaced.

But…

Thinking of that deduction, Roy couldn’t help but frown, knowing it had a fatal flaw.

That was, until now—or rather, without facing him—she could never verify whether the intentions of the one sitting on the throne in Providence were as she thought.

So this nearly perfect method of breaking the deadlock became another gamble.

If she won, she could forge ahead with the power of the present world. But if she lost…

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She would lose everything again, even her life.

However, speaking of gambling…

Her pupil light dimmed, the flowing thoughts gradually slowed, and Roy squinted slightly, blooming into a confident smile, thinking that this captain had never lost a bet.

“Meow!”

The cat let out a startled cry, all its gray fur standing on end.

Because just then, Roy had suddenly reached out her hand without warning and struck down at it forcefully.

With drooping brows, the cat turned around with an expression of “you better have something important,” looking at the young woman who was smiling wickedly with no intention of reflecting, then called out faintly.

“Meow.” If you have something to say, say it—don’t get handsy.

“Mango, if I remember correctly, when you were talking about the odds against the Great Captain earlier, you used ‘you all,’ right?”

Though the cat had an ominous premonition seeing her like that, it still called out in agreement.

At the same time asking what was wrong with that?

“Doesn’t that mean you haven’t counted yourself in yet?”

Seeing this, Roy smiled and said: “Come clean—can you take him down or not?”

Thinking “as expected,” the cat sighed helplessly and turned its head back around.

“Meow.”

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Then said, please, I’m just a cat.

Faced with this statement, the captain raised an eyebrow, still not giving up in the slightest. After drawing out an “oh,” she fanned the flames by saying: “So you can’t beat him then.”

But this time, the usually face-conscious cat remained unusually silent.

Taking on an attitude of “think whatever you want.”

“Alright, alright, don’t be angry.”

Seeing this, Roy quickly coaxed like comforting a child, while regardless of whether it was willing, she pulled it into her arms: “I know, you spent a lot of energy because of that dream, and just after waking up you faced that serpent—you definitely haven’t recovered.”

“So fighting the old man would be very taxing, right?”

Though the cat was quite dissatisfied with the captain’s somewhat childish coaxing method, considering she was being rather attentive, plus this embrace… was soft enough, it burrowed forcefully inward and called out contentedly, saying you know it too.

But the next moment, its body stiffened because of Roy’s triumphant laughter.

“But no matter what, if the situation goes wrong, I think you could still carry me away to safety.”

“Right, Mango?”

What responded to that conclusion was the cat’s resigned low call.

In the most spacious and luxurious room in the Auran Goddess’s cabin—a room that should have housed some high-ranking military officer in the past—sat a youth.

Naturally, this was Victor.

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After being carried away from the captain’s quarters by skeletons, he hadn’t immediately embarked on the return journey to relate the young woman’s will to those in the wooden house, but had somewhat reluctantly stayed behind.

And like Roy, he began considering this predicament, trying to find a way out.

He didn’t possess the great power of the devil’s lineage, so his thinking naturally couldn’t reach that speed. The process was extremely laborious, and he could only try to start from the Great Captain’s side, paving the way with secrets the young woman didn’t know and stories he hadn’t personally experienced.

But precisely because his direction and perspective were different, some things the young woman couldn’t be certain of, he could see clearly to the end, and finally reached a view similar to hers.

He even had vague clues that he knew would definitely be useful—clues that could even help Roy make her decision.

So he knocked on the door, asked the skeleton who entered for paper and pen, and after quickly writing the letter’s contents, solemnly handed it to Wyatt.

After that, he left the massive ship and returned the same way under escort by the three-masted warship.

And that letter reached Roy’s hands not long after the youth left the ship.

When the captain opened the envelope, took out and unfolded that folded letter paper to see its contents, her ongoing muttering that considered the youth’s efforts unnecessary finally stopped.

Because on that snow-white letter paper, there wasn’t the earnest, lengthy discourse she had imagined, but vast blank space with only a phrase left in the center.

The phrase was only four characters, extremely simple and clear, yet it left even the young woman momentarily stunned.

Shocked and emotionally complex beyond the ability to speak.

Because those four characters were…

“He’s going to die.”