Captain – Chapter 692 – I Believe in You

Facing the wind and snow, the “little beast” charged forward again and again, only to retreat each time without exception.

Each time she was wounded all over, yet she refused to give up.

Under the multiple pressures of life and death, the future, and the man’s life flowing away like sand in an hourglass, she began to improve, began to break through the situation in ways that defied reason.

Her perception, thinking, body, and the speed of the great power that, though providing limited help, still flowed within her—all climbed to new heights each time she gritted her teeth and retreated.

Gradually approaching her limits, then miraculously surpassing those supposedly unbreakable boundaries.

Under this progress that could be called transformation, that supposedly impassable dangerous path seemed to gradually gain invisible sunlight, gain hope. The girl walked further and further forward.

Ever closer to the man whose face was hidden by wind and snow.

But even so, even though Roy now had the strength to think about more things when her opponent didn’t apply pressure or interfere, she still didn’t feel relaxed for a moment.

Because in her view, it was still too slow.

Whether it was her progress from squeezing out everything, or finding a way out among the ever-changing great power.

If there had originally been thousands upon thousands of possibilities for breaking through this dangerous path, then after her relentless attempts and eliminations, there should only be hundreds left now.

But forget this uncertain number—even if there were only dozens of possibilities, there wouldn’t be enough time.

The death intent on the other side of the snow curtain was growing heavier and heavier.

Under such considerations, the “little beast’s” frequency of attempts naturally multiplied. Sometimes she would throw herself back into the wind and snow before she had even finished “licking” her wounds.

Time flowed on, the wind and snow remained, and the girl still couldn’t succeed.

But she wasn’t discouraged, because the furthest she had walked, she was only two steps away from that snow curtain, from that black blade continuously sinking into the man’s heart!

As if she could reach it with an outstretched hand.

And when she retreated from that close distance, forced to stop and rest due to severe injuries, Roy finally heard the first words that person had spoken since his cold advice to retreat.

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Whether it was because he saw real dawn, or because he felt too much heartache?

“Neither you nor I, nor the Great Captain, have ever truly reached the end of that path. Even if we caught sight of it from afar, we were still far from actually setting foot on it.”

“In other words, once the seal collapses, no one knows how strong Edward will be.”

“And if you still fantasize about gambling, gambling that he’ll still bleed and can still be killed…”

“Then you will definitely lose.”

Knowing that the Great Captain and path mentioned by the man referred to that old man from the islands and the heavenly stairway leading to the other shore, Roy didn’t find these words particularly obscure.

And because she knew this must be part of his teaching, although she was habitually defiant, she didn’t retort or make sarcastic remarks, only lowered her head slightly to rest.

Without waiting for all the bloodstains and burn marks on her body to fully recover, only until she calculated she could barely withstand a few more rounds, she raised her head again and crashed into the wind and snow without hesitation.

That person’s words also continued.

Only because facing the knife-like snow flakes and blazing electric light required concentrating most of her mind, Roy failed to detect the subtle change in the man’s tone.

Though still calm, it was no longer indifferent, as if all the cold snow in the sky had melted into water.

“So, if you want to see a chance of victory—or rather, just to see the opportunity that could give you the chance to find the only correct path—you need to drag him down.”

“From heaven, back to the mortal world.”

Just then, Roy took another wrong step and was forced back to her original position by successive lightning flashes. But she didn’t immediately charge forward again as before. Instead, she raised her eyes toward the snow curtain.

Toward where the voice came from, a crimson drop of blood trickled from her forehead and slid into her eye.

But she paid it no mind, only panting while asking in a deep voice: “How should I do it?”

After asking, she moved forward again, facing the electric light.

As if to ensure she wouldn’t be unable to resist asking out of curiosity midway, causing her attention to drift and waste the opportunity. As for the previous failure…

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It had nothing to do with that person’s “interference.”

On the contrary, that peaceful narration made her perception of great power even clearer, and she even vaguely found the key to taking another step forward.

“I don’t know.”

Just as the girl’s words fell and she moved forward again, the man’s answer followed immediately. He gave a negative response, paused for a moment, then added: “Because when I faced him back then, the old seal was still intact.”

“He was still in the world, just standing higher than me.”

Just like the current girl and himself.

“Therefore, the answer to this question can only be found by you yourself.”

“Of course, the prerequisite is that you can get the knife.”

The knife, of course, referred to the Nethergate Dagger.

This black blade that could end eternity was probably the only thing now that could threaten the devil.

If she couldn’t even do this, all further talk would be empty.

After saying this, the area beyond the snow curtain fell silent again, as if somewhat weary.

When life was about to be extinguished, one would naturally grow tired.

Hearing the implication at the end of that person’s words, hearing that fatigue that wasn’t obvious but seemed as glaring as a torch to her, Roy’s eyes had never been as blazing as this moment. Drawing on countless calculations, experience, and previous insights…

This time, she actually managed to take another step forward.

She could even “smell” the deep, genuine death intent emanating from that black blade.

Having come this far, it could truly be said that reaching out would allow her to attempt grasping it.

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But the captain didn’t. Though the path ahead seemed clear with no wind, snow, or electric serpents blocking the way, she still retreated, retreating again and again until she stood back at the starting point.

Because just as she felt that impulse, a will more terrifying than the wind, snow, and lightning pressed down on her, telling her this was not a rescue.

Don’t think about breaking the “rules” and forcibly withstanding the great power—if she really did that, she would definitely die!

Because the curved blade in that person’s hand had lifted slightly.

Poised to strike.

Faced with this cold warning and the danger that made even her breath catch, she had no choice but to retreat.

However, this was only one aspect.

She was not a hesitant person after all. When she got serious about gambling, she truly wouldn’t hesitate to stake her life. And from the bottom of her heart, she really didn’t believe that person would strike her with that blade.

No matter how cold and stern he appeared.

What truly made her decide was those fleeting images that had disappeared long ago, as if announcing the end of theoretical lessons and the beginning of practical combat.

Just as she was about to reach out, they appeared again.

And without pause, not like static pictures, but more like scenes of time flowing backward.

They completely revealed that moment.

Still the torrential rain, still the electric light. Merging as an observer into… her father’s body, she watched him wield the curved blade, avoid danger, and successfully reach their ancestor. But facing this potentially “correct” strike…

The devil responded with a smile that was hatefully almost arrogant.

Accompanied by a muffled sound that rang out almost simultaneously, the bright curved blade pierced through the devil’s body, but an even more terrible knife stabbed into the man’s chest.

The image stopped abruptly there.

So Roy knew this path was still wrong, and thus retreated without reluctance.

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But…

The wounds on her body healed quickly and didn’t hurt much. Her violent breathing gradually calmed, but the girl didn’t move forward again. For the first time, she hesitated.

Because that cold yet still intimate aura was now extremely faint.

Like a candle flame stirred by a gentle breeze, it might be extinguished at any moment.

He didn’t have much time left.

Naturally, she also had no time to attempt as frequently as before. Everything would be decided in the next two or three tries, and it was more likely that the next attempt would be the last chance.

Could she really do it? What if…

“Come, child. You should always believe in yourself, believe that you can grasp the future. Otherwise, how could you have completely ignored my words and come before me?”

“At least… I believe you can do it.”

The low whisper from beyond the wind and snow, heavy with extreme weariness, interrupted Roy’s thoughts. Only at this moment did she sense the emotion contained within it.

How passionate, how tender.

So approaching death liberated not only that power, but also released emotions?

Why didn’t you say this earlier? You really are a bastard.

Just like what I heard from mom.

As the gentle whisper reached her ears, the captain pressed her lips tightly together. Her fists and the hand gripping the knife trembled slightly from being clenched so tight, but the hesitation that had existed in her eyes was now completely gone.

Only clarity remained—clarity that thought of nothing else.

She emptied her mind of everything, then resolutely moved forward to meet the destiny that belonged to her and him.