Captain – Chapter 676 – Cat Makes the Choice

The worries didn’t last long.

Roy wasn’t the type of idle person who liked to constantly fret over things that hadn’t happened yet, so after a brief complaint, she changed the subject and stopped mentioning that devil.

“Forget it, thinking too much about such things is useless.”

She loosened her grip on the boat’s edge, pillowed her hands behind her head, and looked over Caine’s shoulder toward the small boat that had left the island with them but was now approaching the fleet.

“What we should be considering first now is how to fish out that dead ghost.”

“With him leading the way, I imagine this expedition will have much better odds of success.”

Having been companions for so long, her first mate naturally knew that the “dead ghost” she spoke of was her father, that former myth he had glimpsed across the great sea in the Death Silence Triangle.

The golden-eyed devil of the old era, Captain Gerard Roy.

Thinking of that father’s destined enemy he had learned about through military reports and elders’ accounts, recalling the heart-stopping pressure he felt when facing him directly—even with an invisible barrier separating them—Caine nodded in agreement after a moment of silence.

If this battle could truly awaken that greatest figure among the previous generation of pirates and bring him back to this side of the present world, this expedition would indeed be much easier.

But… this seemed like an impossibly difficult task.

That devil would never let go easily.

“Captain, how confident are you about this matter?”

Though the first mate never doubted the young woman’s current strength, the situation they would face this time wasn’t simple combat, but something a hundred times more complex.

Therefore, after thinking for a moment, he couldn’t help but inquire.

After all, if they failed, facing one of the world’s only three remaining devils would be a small matter—the real horror would be father and daughter shedding blood in mortal combat.

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“How can I say until we actually face off?”

To this, Roy also couldn’t give an answer.

She only tilted her head back slightly, letting the shadow cast down from the giant ship cover her body, making her eye color appear even darker. After a long while, she said lazily: “I only know…”

“As long as that dead ghost is still alive, still has a breath left, then no matter what strange curse my ancestor has placed on him, I’m confident I can beat him awake.”

“But that’s all.”

The final whispered words, the captain didn’t speak aloud.

What Caine heard and saw was only her optimistic and confident side, thus assuming she was still full of confidence about rescuing Captain Gerard.

Naturally, he said no more.

But…

With two light sounds, ropes dropped from overhead. The first mate stood up and began tying them to both ends of the small boat, failing to catch the emotion in the young woman’s eyes.

Though still calm and resolute, hidden in the deepest part was a trace of extremely faint timidity—the timidity of one near home, except the object was a father she hadn’t seen for twenty years.

And what she feared… was naturally that everything was already too late.

Only the worst outcome awaited her.

At this moment, she seemed to finally vaguely grasp the source of that bad feeling, guessing the most open and honest…

Yet also the most cruel corner of her ancestor’s oceanic schemes.

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Yes, no matter how you thought about it, her ancestor had no reason to hand that dead ghost back to her, especially since years ago, it was that man who had personally destroyed his dynasty.

And later, through her actions, she had torn to shreds the reconciliation agreement he had offered—whether sincere or false—during the ice sea incident and that shared dream journey.

From then on, they were completely severed, with no room for reconciliation.

Being so, how could he let her have her way?

When the ropes at both ends pulled taut and the small boat was lifted slowly upward, and Caine sat back down opposite her, the captain had already lowered her arms and straightened her posture somewhat.

In her dark golden pupils, no trace of timidity could be found.

She smiled at the young man, indicating her appreciation for his hard work.

In her heart, she calmly thought that things had reached this point—there was no other path but to continue forward.

Then let’s keep walking, until we face the outcome directly.

Time passed like sand, and it seemed as if in just a blink of an eye, the morning sun had turned to evening glow, then completely faded away, replaced by a starry curtain. During this period, both sides had held several large and small meetings, temporarily settling on the route and plan.

Thus the two sides that had been tense and confrontational in the morning were traveling together by nightfall, with the Goddess Hestia and Nightmare King entering the center of the fleet.

Sailing side by side with the Crown Prince’s ship.

Heading toward the northern mists.

Without incident, in a few more days they would enter the planned combat zone.

To face that amalgamation of all filth and resentment directly.

Late night, in the captain’s cabin of the Goddess Hestia.

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Though due to the hidden matters in their hearts and the approaching battle, Roy and her companion had no leisure for their usual intimacy, they hadn’t spent the entire day staring at sea charts with burning eyes either.

Instead, they still shared a pillow and slept facing each other.

As the young woman put it, once they entered the mists, it would surely be days and nights without sleep or rest, and even to guard against the devil, they might not be able to close their eyes for months.

Naturally, she herself would serve as the sentinel.

Though she no longer needed sleep and rest like ordinary mortals, it was still good to indulge in more sleep before those hard days arrived—at least until they entered the fog.

But tonight was slightly different.

The raven that had served as sentinel and messenger in the morning, then played in the sky with the giant dragon for a long time, had fallen asleep early on its perch due to excessive fatigue.

But the cat on the table had not.

From beginning to end, it paid no attention to that confrontation, that easterner with somewhat strange bloodline, or the youngsters’ plans. It hadn’t even gone outside all day.

Instead, it lay on the table in one position, unusually not sleeping but thinking.

This state had persisted for a long time.

Since over a month ago, when the giant dragon began roaring at the ghostly ship that suddenly appeared in the distance, it had been thinking about that ship, thinking about Edward’s most likely intentions.

Naturally, it thought with its eyes closed.

With its skill at pretending to sleep, even the perceptive Roy hadn’t noticed anything amiss.

Until tonight, it seemed to finally understand.

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So in the darkness, the Siamese cat opened its eyes, silently stood up, and turned its usually deep and calm but now rather weary blue eyes toward the large bed.

Looking at the young woman sleeping on the inner side, who had not yet fallen into dreams, it stood silently for quite a while.

But even until the end, it didn’t speak.

Instead, the captain seemed to sense something, opened her eyes, and happened to meet the cat’s emotionless gaze. After a slight start, whether misunderstanding its intention or deliberately teasing it, she actually half-sat up and lifted the blanket toward it.

As if saying, want to sleep together?

If this were any ordinary time, seeing this scene, the cat would definitely show emotions like disdain or contempt, then turn around, lie down with its back to her, and ignore her.

But tonight, after quietly thinking for a moment, it actually leaped lightly onto the large bed.

Under Roy’s obviously somewhat surprised gaze, it landed right between the two of them.

Though surprised by Mango’s choice, the young woman didn’t say much or tease, but only pulled up the blanket and lay back down, incidentally drawing the cat into her embrace.

After some unknown time, Roy’s breathing gradually calmed, suggesting she had fallen into deep sleep as usual.

But at the same moment, the cat nestled in her arms slightly raised its head and lifted its eyelids, gazing at that nearby pretty face for a long time without looking away.

“Meow.”

Finally, it called out softly in a voice only it could hear clearly, saying sweet dreams, young woman. Those choices you can never make…

Let the cat make them for you. At least…

There will be fewer heartbreaking processes.