Captain – Chapter 634 – The Awakening Girl, The Changing World

Darkness, darkness, still darkness.

But despite once again falling into a world without light, Roy did not feel the bone-chilling cold as in the past. Instead, she was wrapped in layers of warmth.

Like “swimming” in soft quilts that could cover an entire bed, or like the rare, thoroughly relaxing, sweet black dreams she’d had since leaving Devil’s Island.

Therefore, even though her level had changed and she, as a devil, no longer needed deep sleep for rest like mortals did, she still slept deeply and peacefully.

As if returning to her mother’s embrace, back to a cradle surrounded by lullabies.

Finally, the black gauze that had been drifting endlessly before her eyes faded away, replaced by a touch of warm red—the light symbolizing life and future.

The same warmth also truly fell upon her body, upon her quite relaxed face.

So the girl’s slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and then without much struggle, carrying only a trace of bewilderment from just awakening, she opened her eyes and saw the brilliant sunlight.

Those rays of light were like peaceful waves, coming from the east at great speed, dispelling the dark veil that shrouded the city and covered every building.

As Roy gradually awakened, this world seemed to open its eyes as well.

With her exceptional physical strength and recovery ability, a night of madness would not bring her the slightest physical or mental burden. So after staring at the floor-to-ceiling windows for just a moment, her eyes no longer showed bewilderment, only clarity.

Habitually yawning and stretching, the captain instinctively reached behind her and patted, finding as expected only the soft bedding beneath her palm.

It seemed that even though she had awakened unusually early today, she was still not earlier than that human clock.

Lightly patting her cheeks to dispel any drowsiness that might or might not exist, Roy sat up, letting the gauze-like quilt slide down as warm sunlight gently caressed every inch of her skin.

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Feeling the love and care from the world that she could sense constantly since awakening, the girl smiled in response, then rose and walked to the window.

Although the King’s Inn was not the tallest building in the city—slightly inferior to the great cathedral and the palace built for the Great Captain—its top floor definitely offered the highest and broadest view, the best place to overlook the magnificent scenery.

After all, this place had originally been prepared for that person.

But now it would belong to her—who told the old man to say he didn’t want it?

Roy thought to herself, finding this room truly excellent, countless times better than what the King’s Inn had prepared for her. Having obtained it, she was unwilling to return it.

Besides, this place held extraordinary meaning for her… for them. How could she let others live here?

Thinking of last night, when the two had wandered in the sea of love, intoxicated by that poisonous wine and unable to extricate themselves, Roy tilted her head and came to a rather crude conclusion.

However, those enchanting scenes and the fusion at the end of passionate love—described by the Holy Church as “forbidden fruit”—only occupied the girl’s mind for a moment.

Soon, she took a deep breath, the great power within her gradually rising as she returned to clear emptiness.

Extending her hand to lightly press against the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window, Roy’s mind stirred, and her perception spread outward from the bedroom like a gentle sea breeze, rapidly extending.

It enveloped the entire floor, the entire inn, and various buildings in Providence that had changed or remained unchanged, finally even reaching the Pilgrimage Strait.

The enormous sphere with her position as the starting point and the strait as the terminus, with this distance as its radius, was the current limit of what the girl could sense… could influence.

But one must know that before meeting the Great Captain, she could at most achieve only half of this.

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As she had said, she was the world’s only “newborn” in thousands of years, blessed by its love, and her growth rate was faster than anyone could imagine.

Currently, in terms of killing power and destructive force, she might still fall short of that night curtain from the past, let alone match the Great Captain and the devil who could change the weather with a thought.

But one must realize that from her awakening until now, in just a few short months, she had reached this level, and her pace of progress was becoming faster and more skillful.

If so, someday she would catch up to them, even go further.

So then, are you prepared… to face me?

Ancestor.

Her dark golden pupils suddenly blazed, reigniting the extinguished magma, and everywhere within her perception that the world could respond showed more or less change.

The wind flowing through the streets paused without reason, the waves at the strait suddenly stilled, and even the sunlight shrouding the city seemed to twist for an instant.

Within the city, the pirates who had learned urgent news at dawn and walked back onto the streets with slight bewilderment and emptiness but relief in their hearts could not detect such anomalies, only unconsciously looking up or glancing around.

They felt that something about this world seemed different.

Outside the city, in the jungle still hanging with raindrops and moisture, the giant dragon looked up in sensing and let out a responding low roar, while the cat lying on its head curled up uninterestedly.

Deep in the jungle to its very end, on open ground still some distance from that maze-like dense forest, stood a wooden house smaller than the one in the secret place.

Underground was a spacious wine cellar with a collection vast as a museum, and in the shaded courtyard leading to the cellar stood a throne.

The very one from the captain’s meeting place.

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Its former owner, or rather its eternal owner, was currently sitting upon it, listening to the persuasion of the young man before him who had not slept all night yet remained spiritually excited, leisurely drinking wine until he sensed something.

His hand holding the wine glass paused, then he smiled and placed it back on the round table before him. Under Victor’s stunned gaze, he removed the square stone ring.

Then, like discarding trash, he casually tossed it to the young man and waved his hand dismissively.

So Victor, who had been chattering in persuasion, found himself once again in the embarrassing situation of opening his mouth soundlessly. After making several frustrated gestures, he left helplessly.

In the nearby secret place, Richi and his companion, who had finally come ashore and entered the wooden house after learning the storm had ceased, exchanged meaningful glances with “Black Rose,” who had been praying for the old man to change his mind and leave the ring to her.

The specter atop the giant ship and the siren in the ship’s chapel, who was teaching alongside the ship’s doctor to the skeletons and illiterate pirates, also sensed something.

But the one who felt it most strongly and reacted most dramatically was naturally the person closest to the girl.

“Creak…”

The bedroom’s wooden door slowly opened, and the first mate, already fully dressed and carrying a silver tray for breakfast, walked in with a puzzled expression, wanting to ask what she was doing.

But before he could voice his question, he was nearly blinded by the sunlight and the girl who was more dazzling than the sun, almost unable to hold the tray in his hands.

“I say, Captain, shouldn’t the first thing after waking up be putting on clothes?”

Rather than standing so brazenly by the window doing something like surveying territory. Although this was high enough that no one could see, it was still too much.

Hearing the commotion behind her and the first mate’s rather unnatural question and suggestion after coming to his senses, Roy’s eyes gradually dimmed, and the outside world returned to normal.

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After this, she turned around gracefully with a mischievous smile: “What, doesn’t it look good?”

Seeing this, Caine quickly averted his gaze, placing the tray on the low table while saying helplessly: “It looks good, you look the best, alright? But you still need to put on clothes.”

“Oh, gentlemanly complex, I can understand that.”

Hearing the approaching footsteps and the girl’s drawn-out tone, the first mate knew she was starting to have mischievous thoughts again. He hastily relayed all the arrangements he had made and the news he had received, fearing she might pounce on him without warning again.

Although there had been promises last night, who knew if his dear captain still remembered.

Or rather, was willing to remember.

“I’ve already asked the inn’s people to notify the internal communication network about our marriage. I imagine Victor and the crew will know soon.”

“Same with the banquet arrangements, but the specific location and procedures still need to be discussed after you wake up, so I only drafted a rough guest list and sent it back.”

“To make some preparations in advance.”

“Also, there was news from that side at dawn—the Great Captain has announced his retirement, though the detailed arrangements haven’t been organized very comprehensively yet.”

After saying all this, Caine seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, feeling the arms encircling his neck and the soft, warm body pressing against him from behind. He couldn’t help but smile wryly:

“And also, my dear Captain, please put on some clothes.”

“I’m begging you.”