Captain – Chapter 696 – Falling Toward Another World

In that visible future, Roy had thrust the black blade into the devil’s chest and naturally achieved victory, only no one could ensure that scene would definitely occur.

Could she obtain the black blade and return to the lonely island?

How would the beginning of that wind and snow battle develop, and the process before the end?

Even more, would that seal still be waiting for her? If not, were there still people or things in this generation who could drag the devil on the path to godhood back to the mortal world?

Everything was without answers. The wind, snow, life and death in the dark sea could all be nothing but emptiness.

She could only place her hopes on fate, but so-called fate was actually nothing more than choice.

It was the path paved by countless decisions interweaving together.

And now, the power of choice was in Roy’s hands.

Upon the dark-colored short dagger gripped firmly between her hands, just as in that future.

Only this time, what it pierced was not the devil’s heart, but her father’s.

If not for the girl’s unwavering grip without the slightest tremor, it would have long since sunk into the man’s chest, completely becoming one with him, and would perish along with this legend.

But even if she could prevent that scene, what about afterward?

What should she do?

The wind and snow had ceased, with no more danger surrounding them. The captain’s thoughts naturally freed themselves, no longer needing to forcibly maintain clarity, only now they were somewhat excessively chaotic.

Because she no longer knew what to do.

From the moment she gripped the blade hilt and returned to reality, Roy understood everything.

She understood that her ominous premonition had indeed come true. Even though she had passed through the doorway and broken through the wind and snow, in the end, she still couldn’t change anything. Everything was already beyond redemption.

Because this black blade, though it was the culprit that had stolen away the man’s emotions and caused him to fall into this state, was also the wall that sealed away his life force.

If the blade moved forward, his life would be extinguished, and the person before her would naturally die.

But if she moved away that barrier, the life force that should have long since departed would similarly flow out.

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He still wouldn’t survive.

The only difference was that if she chose the latter, at least she could still obtain the black blade?

Were these two paths that inevitably led to sorrow the choice the devil had given her? But what was the meaning of this, or perhaps even earlier…

When her father had advised her to leave, had she already given her answer?

What exactly was this supposed to be, ancestor?

The more she thought, the more the girl lowered her head, letting her pale golden hair half-cover her brows and eyes, also concealing all emotions. From beginning to end, she never responded to the man’s praise.

Thus this place fell into complete silence. Though the two faced each other at close distance, both fell into silence.

As if unwilling to mention the inevitable parting.

Drifting and floating in the dark sea, that royal throne also formed by the man’s will gradually became blurred, and the extremely stable candlelight upon it also began to flicker and fade.

It could only dimly illuminate the two curved blades that had fallen nearby, pointing in completely opposite directions from the dagger tip, along with that father and daughter whose faces, like those blades, were close yet dim.

But no matter how long the silence, no matter how unwilling to let go of time, there would still be a moment when it ended.

After an unknown duration, the man spoke gently.

“You truly did it, child.”

That person had his back to the candlelight, his face more shrouded in shadow, only that pair of bright and gentle dark gold pupils clearly reflected in the eyes of the girl looking up at him.

“You accomplished what I never could. This is very good, just as I once said, how could my child possibly be inferior to me? You perhaps truly have hope…”

“To end the devil lineage’s destined tragic fate.”

“No, I believe you definitely can.”

Hearing the man’s voice full of weariness, Roy seemed to guess what he wanted to do. After her pupils trembled and flickered slightly, they became brilliant again, stubbornly pursing her lips.

Though she said nothing, she displayed her attitude without any concealment.

You’re not allowed to do that.

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But that person acted as if he hadn’t seen anything, his gaze still gentle as water, only in the depths within, guilt and apology rippled, hidden very deeply.

After a brief pause, he finally spoke his intention.

“So take it, Elizabeth, for you and me, and also for this world…”

“End the devil’s history.”

Hearing those words, Roy’s lips pressed even tighter, the warning meaning in her pupils growing stronger.

After a long silence, she still did nothing.

But the man took action.

He raised his left hand, gently pressing it against his left chest, on the girl’s hands that tightly gripped the black blade, then gradually applied force, pushing it along with the short dagger outward.

An astonishing scene immediately occurred.

The man, who had already been nearly completely eroded by death intent and had exhausted his last ember during the previous wind and snow battle, still possessed unimaginable great power in his palm.

He actually resisted the black blade’s advance, moving it outward along with the girl’s hands that refused to compromise no matter what!

Slowly, but unstoppably.

Accompanied by a chilling cutting sound, the black blade moved outward bit by bit, yet brought out not a drop of crimson blood. Perhaps many years ago, all life force had already left the man.

His blood had long lost vitality, or had all flowed away, persisting only through a thread of obsession.

He had waited for twenty years.

“No, there must be another way…”

Seeing that scene, the girl who hadn’t cared much and thought that he, now exhausted of oil and lamp, had no ability to force her to choose, immediately became flustered.

She lowered her gaze slightly, then cast it back to that person’s face, gently shaking her head in persuasion, only her voice grew lower and lower as she spoke, until at the end it was nearly inaudible.

Because she actually understood very clearly that there was no method left in this world to resolve this death trap.

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She understood even more clearly from the other’s eyes that any words or even acts of opposition couldn’t make him stop. This dead ghost father of hers was equally stubborn.

What he decided would never change, just like her.

Thus knowing the outcome was difficult to change, the girl’s voice finally carried some sadness. She no longer had the heart to look at the other’s eyes, only lowering her head slightly to say.

“If you do this, I will never forgive you.”

“Never.”

The words were very light and faint, with no discernible emotion, yet one could sense the immovable determination.

Only it was no longer persuasion, but more like a declaration.

“I know, child. I’ve always known.”

The black blade continued outward. That warm yet powerful palm pressed against the girl’s hands showed no intention of stopping. What responded to those words was only apologetic language.

At the same time, Roy felt that person’s other hand reach past her face, falling upon the back of her head, falling among the waterfall-like hair, then gently guiding.

Thus the already close distance between the two was drawn even nearer, until even the girl’s forehead lightly touched against the man’s gradually cooling neck.

“Do you know? When I was trapped here, most of the time I wasn’t awake, but was like dreaming, dreaming a long dream that didn’t belong to me.”

“In the dream, I could vaguely see some fragments, including both you and your mother, so I knew what kind of life you lived after I left.”

“Therefore, I never dared to hope for your forgiveness, but could only hope you wouldn’t come.”

“But… that hope was still shattered.”

Knowing he spoke of that accidental meeting when she was in the ice sea, Roy said nothing, only lowering her eyelids further. In her pupils containing countless emotions, only the short dagger that had already been withdrawn by more than half was reflected.

“It was from that time that I was awakened by Edward, learning many things about you, and only after that did I truly see clearly what his intentions were.”

“Only then did I agree to make a pact with him, and only then did I have the opportunity to meet you this once.”

“To persuade you to leave, though of course, it should also count as bait, only I don’t know what he wanted to lure.”

If it were normal times, hearing these words, the girl’s mind would surely race and guess something, but now, all her thoughts were on the person before her and the black blade.

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She had no desire to think about more troubling matters.

“But none of that matters anymore. No matter how terrifying that fellow is, he can’t possibly truly control everything, especially here, in this world that doesn’t belong to him in the first place.”

“So during this time, I prepared that gift for you, and also for him.”

“I hope he’ll like it.”

The “gift” naturally referred to those previous teachings and that wind and snow battle.

As the black blade gradually departed, the man’s voice became increasingly weak. The hand that pulled out the short dagger and embraced the girl also gradually grew cold, yet remained steady, paying no mind to approaching death.

Similarly, he continued to whisper in Roy’s ear, only his words had long since ceased falling on those boring struggles for worldly dominance, replaced instead by undisguised guilt: “I said before that I don’t hope you can forgive me…”

“But there are some words I still want to tell you.”

“That is, Elizabeth, I’m truly sorry for everything you’ve suffered, and as for your mother’s share… when I reach hell, I’ll atone to her.”

At this final moment, the man’s words finally carried a trace of relieved ease.

As if after saying it, no matter how many regrets remained, he could close his eyes in peace.

It was enough that she heard it, even if she still hated him.

When his words ended, his hand embracing the girl gradually loosened, and thus the two slowly separated, because the words that needed saying had nearly been finished, and also because that blade had nearly left his body.

Only at the very end, before separating and parting, he still lowered his face, lightly kissing the girl’s forehead, then meeting her slightly unfocused gaze with a gentle smile and low words.

“I love you, daughter.”

Along with those words came the sound of a light, muffled impact. The black blade had finally broken free.

In the residual force transmitted through the blade hilt and the invisible fluctuation that suddenly erupted from the hollow wound in that person’s left chest after losing its “wall,” the two were separated toward opposite sides.

One standing in place, one retreating in lost spirit, like falling toward two different worlds.

Never to intersect again in this lifetime.