Captain – Chapter 732 – Following One’s Heart, the Night Ring Falls from Heaven

Deep fog and misty rain, natural changes arose.

Even if the fog remained light as before, it still represented the pure divine majesty. No one could see through it to witness the seal that was collapsing and falling.

But at least those with exceptional perception, along with the soldiers and pirates near the fog wall in the storm sea, all saw the fog’s eerie and rapid transformation.

As if in an instant, it changed from a dreamy fairyland in a fairy tale into a deadly maze.

All to trap the girl who entered the fog to death.

At the stern of the Goddess Hestia.

After welcoming back the giant dragon, this massive ship had turned its bow and returned along the route it came. Before long, it rejoined the ships responsible for support that had stayed behind.

During this time, Gerard had been standing at the stern of the giant ship, gazing into the distance at the mist.

He was the first to notice the anomaly.

Even after Nidhogg broke through the fog and returned to the ship, he continued watching the thin fog, and was the first to capture the changes in its retreat and entanglement.

He felt the divine will that had symbolized majesty since ancient times but had no real substance…

Suddenly become subjective.

Still high above, still coldly indifferent, but as if it had changed “people.”

Changed to a vile ghost.

So Gerard suddenly understood in an instant, comprehending his ancestor’s thoughts.

He knew that the reason that person let him live, besides forcing the Siamese cat to choose, had this intention. Now thinking back, those nightmarish twenty years were all for today.

Everything he had seen was an illusion that person had prepared for Roy.

Now that the girl had fallen into the trap, how could it be broken?

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During the return journey, this was what the man had been thinking about.

But cruelly, in fact, moments after awakening, he knew this trap was unsolvable.

Because this was an objective factor, not even qualifying as a puzzle, so how could there be an answer? Even if he spared nothing, even if he entered the fog again, it would be useless.

That was something truly left by a divine being, a manifestation of rules that would not be affected by great power.

To break through the fog… one could only rewrite the rules.

But who could influence the rules?

Thinking this, Gerard’s thoughts inevitably returned to the cat his daughter had mentioned, which was the embodiment of fate and had once shared joys and sorrows with Edward.

If it was still there, perhaps it could dispel the fog, but there were no more “what ifs.”

The devil’s calculations, one link connecting to another, were truly profound and terrifying to the extreme.

Then there was only one candidate left.

The Goddess Hestia rejoined the fleet and began returning south. They would serve as the main resistance force, rejoining that vast naval battle. The man at the stern also turned back.

He looked at the sky illuminated by lightning and cannon fire, his gaze seeming to penetrate everything.

Going to the Victoria, still anchored under the blue sky, quiet as if it were departed history.

Landing on that throne, on the person in the throne.

Could it be now, Great Captain?

Gerard silently asked himself, thinking: Will you come? Could it be that you foresaw this scene?

Two equally ancient giant ships, separated by the vast ocean, naturally could not convey answers.

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Of course, mainly because that old man was unwilling. He still kept his eyes closed as if entering a dream.

Beside the throne, someone else was also looking at him.

It wasn’t Victor coming to change the wine – the wine glass on the throne’s armrest had never been touched.

The one looking at the sleeping man was that graceful figure, Lady Annisdora.

This was also the first time she had looked at him since boarding the ship.

During that peaceful journey of several months, they had never even conversed or reminisced, not even making eye contact, as distant as strangers who had never met.

Until this moment, until the fog flow suddenly changed, that shocking hidden trap appeared before their eyes.

Just as the devil had thought, although that fog and that seal were set by the lady, after a thousand years, everything had changed. She could no longer influence anything.

She couldn’t even see through the thin fog to witness the seal’s current state.

Because they could even isolate the world’s response.

So she could only look at the person beside her, to see how this chosen one would react.

The answer was no reaction – the man continued sleeping peacefully.

So the divine being withdrew her gaze and continued looking north. After picking up the crystal glass to sip some wine and putting it back, she temporarily suppressed her slightly disturbed mind, knowing it wasn’t time yet.

It hadn’t reached the moment he was waiting for, so this fog could only be broken through by that child herself.

But how could she break through? That wasn’t even a real wall.

The same question had also appeared in Roy’s mind, but there would be no answer.

In the fog, on the ghost ship beside the thorned ghost vessel.

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Complete silence. On the deck where all ghosts slept, that graceful figure could no longer be seen, but there were also no traces left by any great power or will.

Obviously, although Roy was unwilling to wait pointlessly, she hadn’t chosen the method of carpet searching either ¹ To search the entire place by hand for a lost item . But besides that, what else could she do?

From when the girl leaped down from the giant dragon, crossed over a dozen warships, broke through on the ghost ship, to when the “white tide” surged and swallowed everything, only a few minutes had actually passed.

At this moment, the waters near the nameless island had only pale white remaining, like another sea.

This “sea” was incomparably peaceful, covering thunder and lightning, covering cannon fire and screams, leaving only tranquility, the monotonous falling rain, and occasional wind currents.

And those wind currents in the sea like foam were stirred up by Roy.

At this time she had completely lost direction, all paths were cut off. She could only follow the only compass – intuition, leaping between one dead silent warship after another.

This certainly didn’t mean that she, who didn’t blindly follow divine beings, had suddenly become a believer of the goddess of luck, firmly believing that following intuition would lead her to find that island.

In fact, she held no hope for this, not even a trace.

In this battle of minds, as complex as the sea in divine warfare, there was no room for the slightest element of luck. Although her intuition was nearly divine, it ultimately wasn’t that moonstone.

It couldn’t possibly point toward the destination she yearned for.

But Roy firmly believed that wherever her intuition led, there must be an extremely deep connection to herself.

Just like when she left Hipalia and entered the dream, the final destination she reached, at the seemingly randomly chosen top of the clock tower, she found an anchor point.

So this time, whether it was intuition or fate, where would it ultimately lead her?

Who would it lead her to find?

Whether it was because her thoughts stirred invisible threads of fate, or because she had already walked far enough on this path, far enough to establish a connection with somewhere deep in the fog, during another unremarkable leap, Roy suddenly lost focus.

When she came back to her senses, the deck of the target warship covered in ghostly light was already close at hand. The captain instinctively stretched out her hand and slapped toward the ground soaked by rainwater.

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“Smack.”

A light sound broke the quiet in the fog, and rainwater splattered and flew before the girl’s eyes!

At that moment, change suddenly occurred.

Roy blinked lightly and actually saw a scene in those scattered, flying raindrops…

That scene first appeared only on the surface of the water drops, but then spread like paint, occupying the girl’s entire field of vision. She seemed to be transported to a different realm in an instant.

Vision, hearing, even the slightly smaller but colder raindrops falling on her body compared to reality – the sensation was so real, nothing like an illusion.

The different realm was still a stormy night, with lightning tearing through the distant sky and thunder exploding by her ears.

Roy supported herself with both hands on the ground in front, kneeling forward in the wet, cold wilderness, her damp hair hanging down to half-cover her eyes. She felt as lonely as a small beast.

A small beast with no kin and nothing at all, who might fall asleep in the rain tonight.

And never wake up again.

Whether due to the atmosphere or the mood of the “small beast” in the scene, amid the constant despair and sadness, something suddenly flashed in Roy’s rain-blurred vision.

With a “tap,” something fell from the sky and landed in front of her.

When she saw clearly what that thing was, the girl’s dark gold pupils and body couldn’t help but tremble.

Not from fear, not from sadness, but from excitement, from the shock of dawn breaking after eternal night.

What fell lightly before her eyes was a dark gray ring.

The ring resembled three twisted, fierce claws tightly gripping the black stone in the center.

The black stone had no light, like the deepest night.