Captain – Chapter 618 – Story

An expected answer, but… there really was no need for explanation.

Firstly, from that great dream to her arrival at the archipelago and facing this mastermind, the context was too clear—clear enough that no elaboration was needed.

Secondly, whether it was the person in the throne or Roy herself, both were very clear that in this dialogue, or rather this clash of wills, any explanation would be meaningless.

He wouldn’t feel guilt because of it, and she wouldn’t accept it because of it either.

So why say more?

With inexplicably complex emotions, the girl nodded and said softly: “Yes, such indecisiveness is indeed not the style of either you or me, but I think, before discussing serious matters…”

“You should have a story to tell me—about the story of that dead ghost’s departure.”

“So speak. I’m listening.”

When saying these words, Roy didn’t give that person a chance to interrupt, so this statement carried more force, almost approaching a demand.

This was perhaps the first time since that meeting eighteen years ago that someone dared treat him with such an attitude. The man in the shadows slowly straightened his body.

Thus laziness and indifference gradually receded, and the seemingly half-asleep old man once again became a mountain.

“Thud, thud, thud…”

Whether it was because the wind and rain were truly too fierce and sudden, or because they could no longer bear the authority and great power rising in the house, the wooden windows on both sides suddenly flew open without warning.

Wind howling, rain entering, lightning flashing, thunder roaring—in this instant, this place seemed to transform into a battlefield.

But facing the storm finally upon her, facing the boundless shadow cast by that mountain, the girl at the other end of the battlefield still proudly tilted her face up slightly.

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Without fear, never retreating, just like many years ago…

The man who had sat in this same position.

The fleeting lightning illuminated Roy’s face, making those dark golden eyes shine brilliantly. Within them was no light flow symbolizing the devil’s great power being stirred, but only persistence and madness.

True madness, very much like a small wolf baring its teeth.

This scene was reflected in the man’s profound eyes.

Whether because of long-standing contemplation and arrangements, or simply because he saw the shadow of that resolutely departed person in her, he finally spoke.

“There is indeed a story, but does it have meaning?”

Hearing this, the girl was silent for a moment, then said without yielding an inch: “It has no meaning to you, but for me, it’s very important—more important than you think.”

“Perhaps it will change the direction of certain things, change the possible fate of the present world.”

Feeling her determination, the man smiled faintly and leaned back again, perhaps thinking this stance and the person in that position were both too naive.

Too emotional, too focused on reasoning, thus lacking…

His father’s boldness.

“Very well, then let me tell a bedtime story to a child who can’t sleep without hearing one.”

As his voice fell, without any visible action from the man, the wine bottle placed before him and the girl simultaneously floated up, then opened and poured wine in one smooth motion.

“You once asked me why, when the archipelago could have at most seven legends, after removing my chair, there would still be an extra seat in the house.”

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“And placed in such an arrogant position.”

Taking up the crystal cup and tasting the wine without much appreciation, the person in the throne continued in a clear, light tone: “I didn’t answer then, because such things are fundamentally meaningless.”

“But since you’re single-mindedly determined to dig out the truth from that boring sea, then this meaningless position is indeed very important to you.”

“Because eighteen years ago, the one who sat in the same chair as you and negotiated with me…”

“Was the ‘dead ghost’ you speak of—your father, Gerard Roy.”

Although by now, from that person’s attitude and hints, Roy had already guessed this, when the answer was revealed, she still couldn’t help falling into a daze.

Because of that name that appeared again and again, drawing ever closer to herself.

That man who had once made her let go and forget everything.

After some unknown time, the girl came to her senses, picked up the wine glass beside her and took a sip. But even after moistening her throat with the mellow liquid, her voice was still somewhat hoarse.

“And then? What did you discuss at that time?”

Hearing the girl’s question, the person in the throne, who had always been fond of drinking, paused and actually put his wine glass back on the table, then began stroking the square stone on his ring again.

Accompanied by the reminiscence flickering in his eyes, the square stone displayed a scene within the wooden house—the same rainy night, the same lightning, but remarkably…

Sitting in the position opposite him was not Roy.

But a man with blurred features, as if shrouded in mist. If the girl could see this scene, she would probably recognize that the mist was “forgetfulness.”

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Time flowed backward in the ring, and that person’s emotionless narration began.

“With your clever little brain, you couldn’t fail to guess the purpose of his visit to see me.”

“That’s right, it was for you.”

Hearing this sentence, Roy felt slightly dazed, vaguely sensing that the story about to surface was the reason she had pursued all this way.

It was the footprints she had walked, the fate she had experienced, the countless people and events she had encountered.

It was the origin of everything.

Time began flowing backward, continuously flowing backward, even surpassing the scene she had seen on Devil’s Island of that man waving goodbye to her and her mother.

All the way to the moment of her birth.

For some reason, even though she had already awakened and even learned many secrets from her inherited bloodline, she still had not the slightest memory of what happened before the man said “Elizabeth.”

Until today, she learned through the Great Captain’s mouth.

After that infant’s cry sounded, confirming mother and child were safe, and instructing those close to take careful care, the man had left almost heartlessly, embarking on the journey back to the archipelago.

In the words of the person in the throne, that man had discovered the curse she bore and the fate she would fall into from the first moment he saw her.

That future emanating from the devil’s will, unchangeable.

But despite facing the unstoppable torrent of destiny, he as a father still wanted to try, to stake everything on an attempt, so he sought out the Great Captain.

On that rainy night similar to tonight, the man, under the escort of his followers, crossed through layers of security and finally stepped into the secret land like a sovereign arriving.

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Entering the wooden house, “creating” this unique seat.

Roy didn’t need to guess to know that in that rainy night, the disputes and even clashes of will that occurred here must have reached unprecedented intensity.

Most likely just one step away from changing the direction of the archipelago and many people’s fates.

But regarding this, the person in the throne’s reaction was still very calm.

The words he used were even simpler, as if that confrontation was merely idle chat after drinking.

“He explained his purpose to me, wanting me to help him open a route to the Cursed Sea. Of course, I initially didn’t agree, because I knew what he wanted to do, knew what impact that would have on this world.”

“Most importantly, it had no meaning.”

The person in the throne’s fingers stroking the square stone stopped, so the images within faded away. He seemed to fall silent due to reminiscence, and only after a long time gave the reason for saying this: “Because neither he nor this world was ready yet.”

“Ready to face Edward in battle, and the old world he had rebuilt in the Cursed Sea.”

“That would be a battle destined for defeat.”

The narration broke off here, and that person didn’t speak again, as if feeling that saying this much was enough.

But Roy didn’t think so, because the truth that was about to emerge hid clues behind it that were sufficient to influence the progress of this meeting and her judgment.

So she followed his words and continued: “But in the end, you still agreed.”

“Why?”