Captain – Chapter 647 – Final Instructions

Whether he didn’t want to acknowledge that questioning, or had misunderstood the girl’s intent, the man didn’t look up at her, only gazing at the empty wine bottles on the round table.

“Is there any need to be so irritable? Those bottles of wine were just used to provoke you.”

Just as Roy knew that if she didn’t return to this old “home” before leaving, didn’t clear up the doubts embedded deep in her heart, she would regret it for life.

The person on the throne naturally could guess that she would definitely see him once more before boarding the ship.

Therefore, the bottles of wine he had deliberately selected and drained were all treasures she had coveted in the past but could never obtain, wanting to tease her one more time with this.

Like… teasing a cat? Only now it seemed the effect wasn’t very good.

As for why the girl would return, and why she would feel that missing this meeting would be regrettable, in his past view, it was nothing more than weak emotions.

Only now he couldn’t help wondering—without emotions, could one still be called human?

Just like that devil who took heaven and earth as his playground, and himself who valued duty far above personal feelings.

Really was… a boring and lengthy life.

“Don’t worry, these aren’t the last of the stock. In fact, that wine cellar has more than one level—you could drink for a lifetime and not finish it all. In the future, those wines will…”

“I’m asking you a question.”

The man’s lazy words were unfinished when Roy finally couldn’t bear it and interrupted, her voice very soft and very cold, yet still containing a slight tremor in its depths.

It was equally hard-headed to the extreme, could even be said to show no respect whatsoever in this confrontation, yet it was completely different from the scene in that meeting room several days ago.

It was nothing more than the difference between public and private matters.

“Oh, yes.”

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As if he hadn’t expected her attitude to be so “awful,” when his wine glass was snatched away earlier and when his words were interrupted now, the person on the throne paused both times.

Then after a brief silence, he answered indifferently.

So the courtyard fell silent again.

Until the man who already found life boring could no longer endure this boring silence, and glanced at Roy, who at some point had clenched her fists and stood like a wooden sculpture.

Then he said lightly: “You heard it from its mouth once, then saw it yourself once—what reason do you have not to believe? Asking when you already know is rather pointless.”

“Of course, if you want to cry, I won’t stop you.”

Whether or not she was angered by the man’s malicious teasing, the captain finally stopped standing rigidly, glared at him fiercely, then after a moment lowered her eyes.

Yes, she really had no reason not to believe.

The “it” the person on the throne spoke of was naturally Mango. As an incarnation of fate, it might misread human hearts, but would absolutely never misread matters of life and death.

Moreover, in the meeting room, even now, she could sense that touch of twilight from his surging ocean-like aura, just like the increasingly red sunset outside.

When the sky neared twilight, so too did the person.

But…

“This makes no sense.”

Roy finally spoke her heart’s words. Compared to the mountain-like facts, the matter of the person before her dying, aging and decaying like an ordinary person, made no sense in itself.

Because if one removed the human leaders who had fought alongside the gods in the Dark Calendar, he was undoubtedly the strongest in history, the person closest to the end of that path.

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An existence on the same level as the devil Edward.

The power he possessed, the form of life he represented, had far surpassed the legendary so-called eternal species, and could even approach specters like the giant serpent.

As long as he didn’t want to die, he could live forever.

Unless… he wanted to.

“Birth, aging, sickness, and death are the greatest truths.”

Seeing this, the man leaned back into his throne. With a slight movement of his mind, the wine glass that had been taken away spun around the girl and obediently returned to his hand.

Having asked for the answer—no, having extinguished the last bit of hope and learned that he indeed didn’t have much time left, Roy would naturally no longer deprive him of his right to drink.

“Birth, aging, sickness, and death? But all these years, you haven’t aged at all. So what’s the reason? Surely it’s not to verify whether hell truly exists?”

Hearing the girl’s murmur, the man took a sip of wine and said leisurely, “That’s all stuff to fool children,” then explained: “I didn’t age because I didn’t want to age—it would be very ugly. As for not wanting to violate natural law…”

After pausing a while, he chuckled: “Would you believe me if I said I’m tired of playing?”

Even you don’t believe it yourself, and you’re asking me.

Thinking silently, Roy said nothing in response to this evasive answer, showing her attitude.

“Alright, if you must ask, that’s the answer.”

The person on the throne shook his head, put away his smile, and said: “Don’t think everything is complicated, and don’t think you’re too important. There’s no conspiracy waiting for you.”

“I’ve simply fulfilled my responsibilities, honored my promises, and incidentally grown tired of this world.”

“After all, whether it’s the Lady, your father, you, or anyone else in the world, there’s no reason for me to carry those troublesome responsibilities forever.”

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“It’s that simple.”

Hearing this, Roy understood his meaning, understood that many things in the world were just this simple yet irreversible, and no longer tried to change anything.

She only asked softly: “How much… time is left?”

The man looked at her with some surprise—after all, this question itself seemed meaningless—but still answered: “Perhaps a few months, perhaps a year or two?”

“If you move fast enough and your actions go smoothly enough, I might still get to see it.”

“See the new era that belongs to you.”

As those light words reached her ears, Roy’s somewhat unfocused gaze finally solidified considerably after a deep breath, then she nodded to the person on the throne and pressed further.

“What about your will… final instructions? You knew I would come, so you must have things to instruct me about, right?”

“Speak. I’m listening.”

Not caring about the captain’s unnecessary change in wording, the man lightly tapped the rim of his glass with his finger, thought for a moment, then said: “I really hadn’t remembered if you hadn’t mentioned it.”

“There are indeed things, but just three matters.”

“First, everything I leave behind goes to you, though it’s just this broken house and the wine in the cellar. Oh right, that square stone ring isn’t mine.”

“It’s a gift from the Lady. If you want to snatch it, you’d better let her know.”

Hearing this, Roy pressed her lips together and said lightly that she had no interest in that.

Ignoring her statement, the person on the throne continued: “The second matter is a bit troublesome, though not difficult for you—just take care of that loach.”

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Blinking, it took the captain quite a while to understand that the loach he spoke of should be that specter called “Hydra.” She said with both amusement and annoyance: “Even if you hadn’t said so, I would have done this. The question is, where is it now?”

“If it’s determined to hide from me for a lifetime, I really have no way to deal with it.”

After speaking, Roy stared directly at the man, seeming to know he definitely had an answer.

“That fellow slipped past right under my nose—of course I know where it is.”

Faced with this nutritionless answer, the girl didn’t immediately ask about the giant serpent’s hiding place, but raised her eyebrows slightly: “Then why didn’t you just directly destroy it?”

“Don’t tell me you can’t do it. In my view, there’s nothing in this world you can’t accomplish.”

Acknowledging with an “mm,” the person on the throne smiled and said: “Of course I could do it, but the question is, don’t you think you should most want to… finish it off with your own hands?”

To this, Roy was silent for a moment, then nodded.

This matter should indeed be done by her, whether for the sake of Enzo and the deceased crew members’ revenge, or for the hatred from being chased for who knows how many miles, fleeing for their lives.

She had to, must personally repay it.

“So then, where is that abomination now?”

For this question that finally got to the point, the man only said a place name clearly and lightly—just three words, yet they made the captain involuntarily widen her eyes slightly.

Surprised by that answer, even more surprised by how that specter could be so foolish.

Because those two words were…

“Storm Corner.”