Captain – Chapter 689 – The Devil’s Battle

Laughing softly while asking the question and raising her blade—this naturally meant she intended to fight, just as the young woman had said.

And this was likely what the person on the throne had in mind as well.

Roy’s attitude had been expressed very clearly—she couldn’t possibly leave according to his wishes, and she had already drawn her curved blade first. So trying to persuade her to go was already futile.

Just like the hope the young woman hadn’t voiced but constantly revealed—that he would follow her back—this was nothing more than a beautiful bubble that would burst without even being touched.

There wasn’t even a need to ask.

So only one path remained: whoever had the bigger fist would be listened to.

Simple as pirates settling disputes, yet beneath the surface lay far too much maneuvering.

In fact, from the moment the candlelight lit and the man appeared, after seeing the half-hidden blade handle in his chest, Roy had already understood the true meaning of the interesting matter their ancestor had spoken of.

Not a fight to the death, not eternal separation, but one difficult choice after another—to stay or go, to fight or make peace, to choose her father… or choose the blade.

Every choice was so difficult to make, and the futures they led to were unknown and complex.

But Roy hated complications most of all, so she picked the simplest path: not to worry about the hidden meanings behind choices or the possible outcomes they might lead to. All idle talk could wait—fight first, and whoever lost would shut up.

Follow the winner’s will.

This was also the proposal the young woman could think of that would give the other party the greatest chance of acceptance.

Because she wasn’t thin-skinned and wouldn’t be persuaded by words. If he wanted to drive her away, he’d have to use force, and he’d have to beat her until she couldn’t fight back. This should also suit his intentions.

What kind of person was Captain Gerard? Her father would never be weak due to failure.

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But… she lacked an answer sheet, one beautiful enough to make him change his mind, just like how she had convinced the former Great Captain. But this time, she’d have to use her hands.

Sure enough, faced with this proposal, the man didn’t remain silent or coldly rebuke her, but very directly supported himself on the armrests and slowly stood up.

“Crack, crack…”

Countless snowflakes that had fallen on him slid down with this movement, shattering on the ground and throne with a series of light sounds, and his voice spread along with them.

“That’s right. If you can’t even get past me, then there’s no point in talking about going to see him.”

As he spoke, the man also slowly drew his curved blade.

That curved blade was equally brilliant, reflecting candlelight and snow gleam. Its form was exactly the same as the one in the young woman’s hand—undoubtedly also a creation from the same craftsman’s hands.

Also an Iskavian curved blade.

Interestingly, the reason Roy had chosen to wear this sharp but expensive blade after becoming famous was because the night curtain she admired also used this weapon.

And the reason the Night Curtain captain chose it… was naturally also following someone’s shadow.

Following her father, this legend of old.

Some coincidence, yet more like fate and destiny.

And not just the curved blade—from clothing, features, stance, and many other details, the two standing opposite each other were nearly identical, as if carved from the same mold.

Even their thinking and temperament were the same.

Truly worthy of being father and daughter.

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“Whoosh…”

And at the moment the man stood up and the curved blade appeared in the world, the wind flow in the dark sea suddenly intensified, howling loudly, with the swirling snowflakes becoming so rapid and dense they were difficult to see through.

Vaguely, that person also raised his blade, so the tips of the two curved blades pointed at each other from afar.

And at the moment they directly faced each other, invisibly, it seemed a thunderclap passed beyond perception, exploding directly in Roy’s mind. Even someone as composed as her couldn’t help but be momentarily stunned. Immediately after, blurry images began to appear before her eyes without reason.

She couldn’t see clearly, but the young woman could sense that the images came from the deepest part of her bloodline.

Just like in the past, when she had inherited the legacy in her blood and seen the slumbering Hydra before awakening, and after awakening and shedding mortality, had seen those ancient events.

But that scene, or rather that memory, wasn’t distant.

Compared to events from hundreds or thousands of years ago, it was as recent as yesterday.

In that image, the sky was equally dark, with countless static mists lurking around like paintings, roughly forming a semicircle, as if pushed aside by boundless pressure.

There was lightning at the horizon, rain below the clouds, and before her eyes was also a curved blade held horizontally.

But the blade it faced was no longer a sharp weapon of the present world, but seemed like an ancient artifact that had long been extinct, its shape strange and very similar to the one Caine had obtained.

The biggest difference was that it bore no cracks, because its entire body was dark, sunken crystal, with light flows and electric patterns flowing within, mysterious and magnificent.

The image before her eyes ended there. Under the influence of the rain curtain and some invisible force, Roy couldn’t see clearly the face of the person opposite, and naturally had no leisure to look further.

Because in the dark sea, the silver blade aimed directly at her had already broken through the snow curtain and stabbed forward!

The devils battled, and wind and snow went wild.

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In the ship’s hold of the eerie island vessel, though no snow fell, Caine, who had been sitting with slightly lowered eyelids, quietly waiting, seemed to sense something and suddenly opened his eyes wider.

Staring unblinkingly toward a certain part of the gateway, knowing that the wind and snow battle had finally begun.

Though he couldn’t see the specific situation with his eyes, he could faintly feel the cold snowflakes touching his body, and the terrifying oppression he had felt when directly facing that person seemed to descend again.

But after long contemplation, turning over the captain’s words before she left again and again, he ultimately didn’t stand up, and withdrew the hand he had placed on his scabbard.

In the end, he returned to quiet waiting, though it was unknown whether he was praying.

Though the wind and snow in the dark sea were sudden, those in the present world were greater.

The originally tiny snow grains like ice crystals had by this moment completely become snowflakes filling the sky.

Though they still left no trace after melting, when they fell on the sea surface and deck, they could still persist for a long time. But no one noticed they were avoiding one place.

Avoiding a certain spot on the main mast’s crossbeam, or more precisely, a gray-white furry ball upon it.

Beside that furry ball, a raven nearly the color of night stood somewhat shivering, occasionally shaking its feathers vigorously to shake off nonexistent water droplets.

It had been in a daze here for quite a while.

Because as the devil descended from above, the Goddess Hestia and Nightmare King took over the frontline enemy engagement duties, while the tower ship fleet was responsible for artillery suppression from a slightly farther distance. That seemingly invincible eerie ship had finally shown signs of decline.

That monster had been successively boarded by the prince and Roy, who had dropped “anchors” on it, completely nailing it to the present world and causing it to lose its greatest advantage.

Additionally, perhaps because its “lifeline” was being dragged in the dark sea, the time for bone reconstruction and revival on it had all been extended. Although there were still skeletal giants, giant dragons, and many transcendent “bone corpses” supporting it, it ultimately couldn’t break the deadlock.

Though it wouldn’t be beaten to pieces nearly to destruction like in past performances, it had also lost the power to fight back. So the previously extremely busy raven had become idle.

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With nothing to do for the moment, and vaguely fearing the bones on that ship, it could only hide here.

Hide beside the cat.

But as usual, even knowing it had come, the cat still curled up its body and completely ignored it, as if the past playfulness had never existed.

Though the cat had never actually played with it either.

And just as Alfie was stealing glances at that gray-white fur ball, thinking what nice words to say to make it stop being angry with the captain and resume its responsibilities as “head of the household,” its black feathers suddenly bristled, nearly crying out.

Because just as the falling snow suddenly intensified, the cat that had been either truly sleeping or pretending to sleep opened its eyes.

It even stood up, waved its paw to drive away the raven, paced by itself to the end of the crossbeam, the furthest point closest to the eerie ship, then looked down at a certain spot on it.

Or rather, looked at that chaotic gateway that penetrated deep into the ship’s hold, swirling like a whirlpool.

Looked at the heavy snow beyond the gate, the flickering human figures, and the absolutely stunning blade lights.

Seeing this, the raven flew back behind the cat, leaning forward to look, but couldn’t discover anything strange for a long time. Driven by curiosity, it couldn’t help but carefully ask:

“What are you looking at?”

But what made it even more bewildered, yet equally delighted, was that the Siamese cat that had ignored it for so long actually made a soft call, though it wasn’t answering the question.

“Meow.”

Be quiet. It has already begun.