Captain – Chapter 625 – Not Seeing Bubbles, Not Separated by Life and Death

When the girl’s gaze shifted over, that old wooden door had already been fully pushed open.

Accompanied by the wind and rain entering the room, stepping on the shadow cast by lightning that extended all the way to Roy’s feet, the young man walked slowly forward, finally stopping before her.

So close, yet as if separated by an ocean.

Separated by life and death.

Unconsciously turning around to face the newcomer directly, the girl quietly gazed at that familiar face and those blue eyes that were usually stern but seemed forever gentle when looking at her, saying nothing for a long time.

As if worried that what she saw before her was merely a mirage born from excessive longing.

One that would distort and shatter at a touch.

It wasn’t until the invisible great power shrouding the wooden house completely dissipated and her connection with the world strengthened again that Roy confirmed from the rain falling on him and the wind blowing through his silver-white hair and dark blue coat hem that this wasn’t some old man’s prank.

Only then did she finally wake as if from a dream, knowing he was truly still alive and standing right before her.

In her dark gold pupils reflected her first mate’s gentle face, tinged with a hint of apology. Roy pressed her lips together, still not speaking any touching words of affection.

Instead, she slowly raised her hand, trembling slightly.

Perhaps the next moment, a crisp striking sound would break the silence of the wooden house.

Even the cat, who had witnessed countless partings of life and death and read others’ fates like storybooks, couldn’t help but turn its face slightly aside and raise a paw to cover its eyes upon seeing this scene.

As if unable to bear watching the upcoming “shocking” scene.

Wind suddenly rose, even carrying a slight but clearly forceful “whoosh” sound.

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If this blow landed solidly, leaving a mark on that face would be putting it lightly.

Let’s just hope that boy doesn’t get his face ruined.

The Siamese cat thought silently. No one knew better than it what terrifying power those “monsters” of the devil’s lineage possessed. Who knew whether the girl could control her strength in her anger and resentment.

But just as it rose suddenly and sharply, that wind sound disappeared equally decisively.

And during this time, no other sounds arose.

Roy’s hand ultimately didn’t fall on the young man’s face, but stopped very close to it.

Then that pale palm trembled slightly as it turned down, silently falling on his shoulder, then moving to the back of his neck, embracing him with slight force and not letting go.

Roy stepped forward, lowered her head slightly, her somewhat cold forehead resting against the young man’s chest, her other hand also embracing him, holding him silently like this.

Not saying a word, yet seeming to have already expressed everything—the torment and sorrow of these past months.

Harboring slight hope yet nearly heartbroken—such feelings certainly weren’t pleasant.

Feeling the girl’s hands and forehead that had grown cold from rain or emotion, Caine, who had remained motionless from that initial call to walking close to her, not even blinking to avoid when the fierce wind approached, finally could no longer remain silent.

He raised his hand to gently embrace her in return, then said without hesitation: “I know I was wrong.”

Unlike the past when they could argue for half a day and exchange barbs over trivial matters, this time his admission of fault, or rather submission, was exceptionally swift and straightforward.

As if wanting to block her path before her longing ended and anger arose again.

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Just like a big cat that knew it had done wrong but absolutely wouldn’t guarantee it wouldn’t do it again next time.

“No, you don’t know at all.”

Hearing this, Roy, who had buried her face in her first mate’s chest, only said quietly, somewhat displeased but more resigned: “Otherwise you wouldn’t have appeared here.”

Appeared before this abyss that even she wasn’t confident of escaping from.

If a “divine war” truly began, could he, positioned on the front line, possibly leave?

“Don’t… let there be a next time, Caine.”

Without waiting for the young man to explain or make excuses, the girl’s soft words sounded again from within his embrace.

Although these words didn’t use the more severe “absolutely not allowed,” even the Siamese cat that scorned human emotions could sense the determination within them.

And the “dangerous” implications.

In such a situation, it seemed there was no other option but to agree, unless Caine wanted the cat in his arms, caught up in emotions, to turn into a furious tiger.

“Of course, I promise.”

Just as expected, the young man agreed.

But just when Roy’s mood had relaxed somewhat, feeling that with his past style of keeping his word, this matter was settled, a sudden change occurred.

Because her first mate solemnly added: “I swear by a pirate’s name.”

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By… a pirate’s name?

Hearing this, Roy’s body stiffened, then she straightened her arms somewhat, slowly raising her face, her expression showing the astonishment of having seen a ghost, wondering if she had heard wrong.

But seeing her first mate’s smile, his demeanor far more natural than before, even carrying a hint of carefree ease, she realized there had been no auditory hallucination.

Yet this way of speaking, along with that “utterly wicked” smile, somehow didn’t match up with the officer from the past who was rigid in his thinking and even seemed somewhat inflexible in her view.

“Are you… suffering from some kind of shock?”

With some displeasure, the girl released her arms from around him, stepped back half a pace, and looked him up and down with concern, not even addressing that “oath.”

His expression freezing, Caine somewhat sheepishly withdrew his smile and spread his hands innocently: “No, Captain, I just figured things out. I think being a pirate isn’t so bad. Life changes in an instant—who knows, it might end the next moment.”

“Being that way, rather than being constrained by rules and regulations, it’s better to live more freely.”

“Just like Richi often said, freedom is paramount.”

After hearing her first mate’s explanation and watching his manner, Roy couldn’t help but twitch at the corner of her eye, feeling that in certain aspects, that opportunistic ancestor of hers really had some ability.

The person she had tried so hard to persuade with “earnest words” had actually come to his senses after being provoked by his schemes.

After confirming that these were indeed her first mate’s sincere words, and not the result of shock or brainwashing by that little troublemaker who was obviously fine, the girl’s eyebrows that had risen in surprise finally fell back down. But seeing this scene made Caine somewhat anxious.

“Captain… don’t you like it?”

Seeing her first mate, who was somewhat self-doubting and whose previously lively expression was evolving back toward rigid ice, Roy quickly shook her head: “No, no, no, this is quite good.”

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As long as you don’t keep obsessing over those rigid principles or trying to make yourself a moral exemplar.

Speaking thus, Roy also caught sight of purple light mist entering through the window with her peripheral vision. After a slight thought, she discovered the pitch-black giant dragon crouched outside watching her.

Although she had predicted this, upon suddenly “seeing” the giant dragon that could probably break through the wooden house if it stood up, the girl was still inevitably amazed. But before she could fully process her emotions and wave to Nidhogg, a question arose in her mind.

“That’s not right. If Nidhogg brought you here, how come I didn’t hear any noise?”

Seeing her first mate shake his head, also without a clue, Roy furrowed her brow slightly, secretly grumbling that if she hadn’t been completely unprepared, she wouldn’t have been so flustered earlier…

Flustered?

Silently repeating this word, the girl suddenly remembered her earlier scene of asking for help, her mouth twitching as a definite answer formed in her mind.

Seeing Roy look over with an expressionless face, the Great Captain, who had just finished catching wine from his flying bottle, raised his glass to her, the smile at the corner of his mouth incredibly irritating.

Gritting her teeth and muttering “old scoundrel,” the girl walked to the table in a few steps, picked up the cat, and headed for the door, saying “let’s go” as she passed her first mate.

Leaving the wooden house, after a “reunion ceremony” with the giant dragon, the two people and one cat climbed onto it and flew toward the harbor, disappearing into the gradually softening rain curtain.

Only two routine questions and answers drifted away.

“Captain, where are we going?”

“To the cathedral.”