Captain – Chapter 748 – Right and Wrong (End) New Era

At this point, everything seemed to truly be over.

Only when she had truly thrust that black blade—the Nethergate Dagger—into the devil’s heart did Roy’s heartstrings, taut for an entire night, finally relax.

But it was precisely because of this that tide-like fatigue and drowsiness suddenly surged up, making the young woman’s already heavy eyelids even more unsteady, ready to fall at any moment.

As if there was a seductive voice constantly whispering in her ear: sleep.

Sleep, sleep, this play is about to end.

Yes, it was indeed time to sleep.

The gods had departed, the devil would die, and the long, oppressive old era was about to end.

And to accomplish all this, she had truly given everything—her future, her life, even her soul. Now that the great work was complete, why couldn’t she sleep?

She was already so tired, so weary.

But no matter how alluring that temptation sounded, no matter how enticing the dark, sweet dreams were, the young woman still struggled to stay awake, forcing herself to keep alert and telling herself she absolutely could not close her eyes.

Because along with the fatigue and drowsiness came a shadow deeper than night itself.

A shadow named death.

She knew that the starlight she was in, and the flames enveloping her body and soul, were far more terrifying than the cold arctic ice plains. If she fell asleep, she would truly never wake up again.

Oh, that might not be certain either.

After all, there was still Mango’s promise—maybe after a few hundred years, she herself…

Her thoughts suddenly broke off. Roy’s eyes, gradually becoming unfocused due to weakness and cold, refocused, driving away all the wishful thinking in her heart and the drowsiness that was taking advantage of her weakness.

No, she couldn’t sleep. Even if what the cat said was true, who would still be alive after a few hundred years?

She still didn’t want to… didn’t want to leave right now.

Otherwise, everyone would be heartbroken. Not to mention her father, and Caine especially…

Pressing her lips together, which were so pale they were gradually losing all trace of blood color, thinking of the people who might lose their souls after she fell asleep, she suddenly felt very sad and afraid.

But at this point, any emotion seemed meaningless.

Burned-out life force would never return.

This was truly the greatest crisis the great Captain Roy had ever encountered in her entire existence.

In every past crisis, even when about to fall into the abyss, even when falling from a collapsing heaven, she had never been so close to that shadow, never felt it so clearly.

As if she could reach out and touch it, then sink deep into it and never escape again.

This was perhaps because in all those previous times, no matter what happened, there was still a way out, someone who could help her—because those life-and-death struggles were all within the rules.

But now was different. The fire she had ignited—how could outsiders possibly extinguish it?

This was a gentle yet utterly despairing, irreversible death trap.

Even she felt sorry for herself.

Thinking this, perhaps because it was too cold, Roy gently embraced herself. The black blade she had been gripping had already sunk into the devil’s heart earlier and slipped from her hand.

Now she seemed to have no strength left to change anything except to do this and gaze at the cold starlight, quietly waiting for that shadow to fall.

Like a small beast curled up helplessly in a storm.

And perhaps because her thoughts were too rapid, only now did the young woman hear that ethereal sigh.

Only now did she remember there was still a soul about to fall asleep floating beside her.

Perhaps it was fellow suffering, or perhaps in this kind of moment, compared to the bad memories that person brought, Roy feared more the loneliness and deathly silence of the approaching shadow. So after some internal struggle, she softly spoke tentatively.

Wanting to see if she could speak a few more words with that mortal enemy at this time.

“Ancestor, this time… I should have won, right?”

Hearing the young woman’s timid question, another sigh came from the starlight just inches away.

After a moment, that person’s ethereal voice sounded: “Yes, my remarkable child. But I never thought I would lose for such an absurd reason.”

“What reason?” Roy asked curiously in a low voice.

When answering, that person’s tone was even more helpless, even carrying some weak annoyance: “It’s just that I could never have expected that behind that door, not only was there no divine kingdom, but there was such a long corridor of homesickness.”

“Could it be that the other shore thinks those who step onto this path will still have a change of heart?”

Hearing her ancestor’s complaints, the young woman couldn’t help but laugh softly. Her timidity and alienation faded considerably, and the two seemed to return to that period when they hadn’t yet turned against each other.

Even though that was due to long deception.

After laughing, Roy organized her thoughts and explained: “That really is possible.”

“Think about it, ancestor. The gods who departed in old times, including the Lady who left not long ago, all resisted returning to the starry sky and were more or less unwilling, right?”

“If that’s the case, if in earlier times there really were humans or other beings who ascended to godhood and had regrets at the final moment, it’s not impossible.”

Saying this, the young woman paused and said uncertainly: “Of course, these are all just guesses.”

“Maybe… it’s just for fun.”

After patiently listening to Roy’s analysis, the devil couldn’t help but fall silent for a long time—so long that she became a bit panicked and called out several times, afraid she would be left alone.

Being alone in the boundless starlight—how terrifying would that be?

Only when she heard her ancestor speak again, hearing him say lightly “That’s also possible,” did the young woman breathe a sigh of relief. At the same time, she felt that the two of them were truly pitiful at this moment.

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They had been fighting to the death just moments ago, both seriously ill patients, still gritting their teeth to fight for that golden apple.

But now what? They had a strong sense of depending on each other for survival.

She just didn’t know if it was the other shore’s mercy, or just because of illusion—the eve of death was being dragged out very long. By logic this should be torment, but fortunately there was someone to keep her company.

In this boring, sad time, what else could they do?

Nothing but talk.

So Roy, who had struggled through countless hardships and barely managed to win a victory from the devil’s mouth, blinked and then tentatively called out “Ancestor” again.

“Speak.” The devil indicated she shouldn’t drag it out—who knew when she wouldn’t be able to ask anymore.

“Ancestor, tell me… why were you so slow?”

“I thought you’d definitely be faster than me, or at least we’d meet face to face at the finish line.”

Roy asked her most puzzling doubt. In her view, even if he was entangled by attachments, the devil whose great power was still vast as the sea and who hadn’t ignited himself couldn’t possibly be slower than her. Yet the final result was completely reversed.

After she brushed past the faint light, she could even intercept him on the opposite divine path.

This was very unreasonable, an illogical thing.

As if this question struck a soft spot in his heart, the devil was silent for a long time.

Finally, he didn’t sigh, just said plainly: “Didn’t you also walk that path? I encountered many familiar faces too, and they were all desperately blocking me.”

“Though, well, they were all completely dead.”

This explanation was good, but the young woman wasn’t satisfied.

“That’s not right, ancestor. Although your injuries are severe, your foundation is still nearly intact. No matter how troublesome those attachments are, no matter how many ghosts come at you, they couldn’t stop you.”

“This doesn’t make sense.”

Hearing his descendant’s sly, somewhat unreasonable words, the devil rarely laughed bitterly: “Fine, fine, I’ll tell the truth. Because at the very end…”

“I saw her again.”

In Auran grammar, “him” and “her” are not the same. After the young woman distinguished this, she immediately guessed that what her ancestor was talking about should be the beloved he hadn’t seen for a thousand years.

Because he saw his lover, he spent more time with her, just like she had with her mother?

After guessing what the devil meant, Roy thought about it again and still felt this didn’t make sense.

So she asked slyly: “There’s another reason, right? You’re so cold-hearted, your mind nearly godlike. Even if you really were nostalgic, you couldn’t possibly delay too long for this.”

“I didn’t guess wrong, did I? Don’t get angry if I got it right.”

Hearing this, though the devil didn’t express anything, his tone became somewhat colder.

“It seems being a bit stupid isn’t a bad thing for descendants—at least they won’t expose my shortcomings at a time like this. Even if you’re right, I indeed only sat with her for a while.”

After speaking, the man fell silent again.

Whether it was because of what he had said, or because he was unwilling to remove that final mask.

But in the end, perhaps feeling that at this moment, further deception and concealment was meaningless, Edward sighed lightly and said: “Actually, it was because I was afraid.”

“Afraid?” The young woman didn’t mock, still just curious.

“Yes, I was afraid you were right, that the vision I’d pursued for a thousand years was just wishful thinking in the end, just an old porcelain vessel with only the appearance.”

“So I hesitated, hesitated and hesitated, and in the end you gave me that piercing chill. Tell me, isn’t that ridiculous? But it’s also good—no need to choose anymore.”

The devil’s second half was very soft, so Roy only heard up to “ridiculous.”

“I was just lucky. It can’t always be you winning, ancestor—you’ve been winning for a thousand years.”

To this, the young woman casually deflected, attributing the reason to luck that neither of them believed in.

“If I’d really never lost, how would I have been schemed against? There wouldn’t even be your business.”

Hearing the devil’s cold words, Roy didn’t mind, just hugged herself tighter. Her eyes had long since dimmed—being able to hold on until now was already a miracle.

No matter how much the other shore pitied them, no matter how slowly that shadow fell, having said so much, it should be near. So the young woman, trembling slightly and looking quite pitiful, persuaded:

“It’s all in the past, ancestor. Don’t pick at my words. Although the ending proves I bet right, neither of us can see the right and wrong you wanted to see.”

“Thinking about it is really regrettable.”

Hearing his descendant’s farewell-like words of regret, the devil was speechless for a moment. When he spoke again, his tone was much gentler, like returning to the beginning, like becoming that projection in the sky city who didn’t know the truth but still loved her deeply.

“No, child, we can see it.”

“Open your eyes wide and look.”

As Edward’s words began, the starlight floating before them, which seemed like it would never disperse, actually showed signs of separating. And when he finished speaking, the curtain truly opened—the hazy light mist scattered in all directions, leaving not a trace.

What appeared before their eyes was a different world, vaster than the ocean, vaster than the entire present world, yet also much more empty and desolate, nearly pitch black.

Looking around, it was like an enormously large, pure black canvas that made one’s heart panic.

The only decorations were countless stars separated by extreme distances that seemed eternally still except for occasional twinkling—the nearest one was entirely blue, dotted with white clouds, land or vegetation. It was also their home.

Though not as brilliant and magnificent as other stars, it was full of life and felt so close.

This world with darkness as canvas and stars as scenery…

This was the true divine kingdom.

So the starlight that had been embracing them all along was indeed out of love for them, delaying death’s arrival, so that the two could understand everything before departing.

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As for whether there were regrets, that depended on each individual.

Though she had once approached the door and glimpsed a corner of this painting, when she could truly see the full view and be within it, Roy was still shocked for a long time and couldn’t speak.

This world was truly beautiful, and being one of its inhabitants would be very, very good.

But, just as she had once thought, this place was perhaps… a bit too desolate.

She still didn’t quite like it.

After an unknown amount of time, the young woman came to her senses, then looked at the devil with his complex expression and asked weakly: “So now, ancestor, have you found your answer?”

“Is it regret, or remorse?”

This time, he was silent longer than every previous time, so long that Roy thought she might never get an answer until she burned out or he was swallowed by death intent.

“You were right…”

But in the end, he still spoke bitterly, whether answering the young woman or saying it for himself to hear, for that person who would never return to hear.

“This truly is a boring world, far from the one in my vision. Here, besides existence itself, nothing else has any meaning.”

Not to mention emotions—any doable thing, even time and space had no meaning.

Because all stars and all gods and rules—their existence was eternal, truly eternal. Even the concept of death didn’t exist.

All meaning in mortal eyes was less than smoke to them. Any so-called unforgettable past, even lasting tens of thousands of years, was just an insignificant splash before the endless length of life.

Maybe beautiful beyond words, maybe thrilling, but in the end it all returned to blandness.

What great yet tragic fate was this?

The Edward of a thousand years ago, the betrayer Jacob from even earlier, who had exhausted his entire life and abandoned everything he pursued—the future could never have been like this.

So the answer to right and wrong was very clear.

But how could this have been foreseen?

He had yearned for the magnificence of gods, yearned for the supreme brilliance of their life form, and thus stepped onto this path of no return. How could he have imagined the truth of the end?

You must know that the starry sky seen through the door, though cold, was ten thousand times more brilliant.

But that light and heat had been completely diluted by distances where even space had no meaning.

Who could have expected…

After saying those words, the two fell quiet for a long time, as if until life’s end, no one would speak again, because everything that needed to be said had been said.

Right and wrong had been determined. The devil had received his deserved, even cruelly hundredfold punishment.

What else was there to persist in? Sleep.

The whispers that had been repeating at her ears became louder again, seeming to want to block out all external disturbances and drag Roy into a truly deep abyss.

And in her vision, where countless stars overlapped in extreme blurriness, she seemed to catch sight of extremely clear black streams of light that almost merged with the background.

Coming from an immeasurably distant place, the source was also a completely dark star surrounded by countless black streams of light, with an aura identical to the black blade.

So Roy recognized that star as the Death Goddess who had forged the black blade.

Those death intents floating over like black gauze were going to send her and the devil into slumber.

Eternal slumber.

But just when even the young woman had given up and prepared to follow the whispers and close her eyes, the devil, who had been silent for so long, spoke again. Though his tone was neither high nor passionate, somehow it pressed those seductive words so they dared not emerge.

Even the tide-like drowsiness was “drunk” away by his single word, and Roy gradually became clear-headed.

But what that person said had absolutely no connection to her.

He was just sighing: “What divine kingdom—it’s just a boring banquet of guys who never age or die, constantly raising cups and never stopping their song and dance.”

“I’ve had enough of that kind of life a thousand years ago, not to mention in this godforsaken place, even pouring a cup of wine or changing a tune takes great effort—probably a hundred years.”

“I really do regret it.”

Hearing her ancestor’s sigh after speaking, Roy rolled her eyes at him, thinking that making such a fuss and interrupting her solemn journey over such a thing was too much.

So though she wasn’t “sleeping,” she scolded him with the grumpiness of someone woken up: “Look, look, look! If it weren’t for someone’s Arabian Nights fantasy, behavior more absurd than a madman’s, how would we have ended up in such a state?”

“It’s all your fault. You didn’t think it through yourself and dragged others down with you.”

Hearing the young woman’s childish, completely illogical resentful complaints, Edward shrugged at her without any elder dignity and replied: “Please, child, if I hadn’t gone down this wrong path, you wouldn’t even have been born.”

“Even if the me from back then had really changed and left bloodline, it might not have reached your generation. Taking ten thousand steps back, even if it could, that person might not be you.”

“So you need to find the right point to blame me.”

To this argument, Roy just sneered coldly and completely ignored it, being adorably arrogant.

But in her anger, arguing with her ancestor, she didn’t notice that at this moment the devil not only wasn’t weakened by death intent, but seemed to be growing ever more imposing.

As if even the approaching will of the Death Goddess wasn’t taken seriously by him.

This scene was actually very strange.

Because although the black blade that had once pierced his chest had long since shattered into fragments and dispersed due to the irresistible causality of having to kill such a great person.

Those death intents should not disappear, but should have already occupied his body and soul.

But… what was this scene?

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“Alright, I know you hate me to death. How about this—I’ll compensate you, that should work.”

Even though Roy’s thinking had become sluggish due to anger, sadness, and deep weariness, when she heard these words and saw the devil flying toward her with a wicked smile, and the flames igniting in his eyes and on his body, she also understood his meaning.

She gritted her teeth, used her remaining magic power to retreat some, and said fiercely like a small wolf: “Stay away from me! This captain doesn’t need your disgusting charity!”

But no matter how unwilling she was, being near the end of her lamp oil, how could she escape the devil?

Especially him, still burning gently.

If he were still at full power when she saw this scene, the young woman would have run away long ago. Even true gods still in the mortal world would probably find it hard to challenge his edge.

How powerful would the devil be if he destroyed himself regardless of everything, and how glorious would that scene be?

Exhausting all unknown and known history, there would be no answer.

The him now smiling wickedly, though not beyond imagination, was also not someone the young woman could escape from. So after some futile resistance, she was finally gently embraced, with teasing laughter in her ear: “This isn’t up to you to decide.”

The next moment, Roy’s flames that were about to extinguish merged into the “attacking” noon-sun-warm fire like rain into sea, no longer distinguishable between you and me.

Then they extinguished—extinguished without reason.

At this moment, Roy finally understood from the scene where the Lady departed and the devil’s ascension was interrupted that even with First Mate Isaac’s help, even though she had erased her ancestor’s curse, awakened, emerged from her cocoon and become the only newborn.

No matter how hard she tried, how much she rejected him, tried to convince herself she had no connection to him whatsoever, in the end her bloodline and great power ultimately shared the same source as his.

Their fates had been firmly bound together hundreds of years ago when he decided to place his hopes in her. How could they be severed?

So at the very end, when even gods could only watch coldly, he could save her.

Using his final tenderness in exchange for her new life.

Even if she didn’t want to accept it, it wouldn’t work.

Truly domineering, bad to the extreme.

“Stop making a fuss. That wind is coming—if you’re not careful, you might be blown away.”

Feeling the unwillingness and struggle of the young woman in his arms, the devil stopped teasing her and said softly: “I know on the way here, Mango must have promised you something, but I thought about it and guessed that was just protecting your soul.”

“That wasn’t just to comfort you. Unlike me, it always keeps its word. But child, you know in your heart that’s not much better than death.”

“You really would sleep for a very long time. Even if you could wake up in a hundred years, how many of the living old friends would still be around? Not to mention your anchor point—after losing my ‘protection’ and bloodline grace, even your father wouldn’t last until then.”

“So be good, stop biting me.”

After the devil finished speaking, the girl who had buried her head in his embrace, with no strength left to hit him and could only bite a few times to vent, finally loosened her bite sheepishly and became much quieter.

After a moment, Roy said sullenly: “Even so, I won’t forgive you.”

“Then consider it some trivial compensation for the wrong things I did, just mending the fold after the sheep are lost.” The man laughed, and at this time he had already welcomed the death intent that was supposed to take away two great beings, yet remained as composed as before.

As if the Death Goddess’s divine grace and majesty were just passing sand in his eyes.

Not even a sandstorm—why should he care?

“No one will forgive you.”

But in the boundless starry sky, amid the silent death intent, what responded to him was still the young woman’s cold words.

“Child, do you think…”

Hearing these words, the devil couldn’t help but fall silent for a while. He paused mid-sentence, as if weighing his words, or as if truly hurt by this cold statement.

But just as Roy felt very satisfied and wanted to mock him a few more times, saying that cold-blooded animals like you can get hurt too, laughter suddenly sounded in her ears.

The devil’s wicked laughter after toying with her.

“Do you think I would really care about these things?”

She felt the devil shake his head and say again: “Not to mention you and those unrelated people—in this world, besides her opinion, I’m too lazy to even listen to anything else.”

“You’re charmingly naive.”

Realizing she’d been played, the young woman hated him thoroughly and couldn’t help but bite hard on his shoulder again. But she quickly let go because she felt the warm fire burning on his body was nearly extinguished, and he was slowly loosening his embrace.

The wind symbolizing death had stopped, so the devil let go, and the two gradually separated.

And continued to drift apart.

Roy, like weightless gauze, slowly fell toward that blue planet. The firelight around her gradually dimmed. The man, flickering and about to extinguish, remained in place.

Like two people about to part forever and walk separate paths.

Gazing at his descendant, whose eyes were full of hatred but who, when about to part, still couldn’t help but show complexity, not knowing whether to continue silent or calmly say farewell, the devil smiled wearily and lazily: “Live on, child.”

“With my glory and the name of devil.”

Hearing these annoying words, the young woman’s internal struggle immediately disappeared. She gritted her teeth and drew a clear line: “In your dreams! I’d rather die than become your successor.”

“You’d better take your sins and be forever buried in this boring world!”

Seeing that Roy was easily angered by him again, Edward smiled smugly. Even at the end, he didn’t forget to make her angry: “Captain Elizabeth, even if you don’t want to, your bloodline and your power will explain everything.”

“My history has ended, but it won’t be forgotten, because…”

“Your story is just beginning.”

After saying this final line, the great Pirate King, the devil feared by all spirits—Edward Roy—truly bowed elegantly like taking a curtain call.

With that blue planet as audience, with the endless starry sky as stage, he turned and bowed.

When he rose again and spread his arms slightly, he dispersed into tiny streams of fire and countless stardust, surging toward Roy and finally gently enveloping her.

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Carrying the young woman, whose momentum was nearly spent and whose emotions were unclear, falling toward their homeland.

Amidst the warm radiance, the young woman finally couldn’t resist the approaching drowsiness and fatigue, falling into deep sleep. Then she had a dark dream, gentle and sweet like when it all began, when she was cursed by the devil, yet much shorter.

When she woke again, she was sitting on the marble that had once caught rain but remained dry, showing no dampness or cold, leaning against the throne that had returned to darkness behind her.

After sitting bewildered for a while with slightly lowered eyelids, Roy understood that the terrible devil she had exhausted all her efforts chasing had closed his eyes in the divine kingdom.

He would never wake up or return again.

It was truly… over.

Looking up at the black clouds, mist, and night rapidly dispersing overhead, Roy murmured silently, feeling everything was like a dream—whether the pitch-black childhood where she couldn’t see her fingers, or the incredibly exciting yet extremely bitter journey.

Then her mind filled with her first mate’s face, her father’s face… She remembered one after another the people who loved her and were waiting for her to return.

So after recovering some strength, with a muffled grunt, she supported herself on the throne’s seat and armrests, struggling to stand up and walk with difficulty toward the dense forest she’d come from.

At this time, the distant sky was returning to clarity. Brilliant sunlight was rapidly spreading, occupying the gaps between branches and leaves that had belonged only to lightning in that terrifying place. The mottled sunlight, cut into countless small pieces, filled the forest.

And the young woman was step by step laboriously walking from deep darkness toward a vista full of hope.

But after struggling to walk only a dozen meters or so, she stopped without warning—not because she was too tired or weary, but because she suddenly sensed something. So she turned slightly.

Looking along the ground where lava was no longer visible toward the dusty throne.

It couldn’t possibly be that the devil who had already taken his curtain call had strangely returned and sat back on his own throne, smiling at her.

What fell from heaven was just a magnificent pirate tricorn hat gilded with gold edges.

A token symbolizing the Pirate King’s identity.

It floated down, undisturbed by wind, and finally landed exactly right…

In the center of the throne.

In this moment, time seemed to flow backward rapidly. Roy seemed to return to many years ago, when she first came to Devil’s Island. That time, it had also rested there quietly.

And when she had wanted to pick it up and claim it as her own, she heard in her ears…

“Sorry, that’s my hat.”

So she met that convenience ancestor, that detestable pirate, her destined enemy.

But thinking about it, taking it away now wouldn’t be so difficult.

Though she knew this, Roy, looking at the tricorn hat, just looked at it. In the end she had no intention of turning back to take it away. She just smiled silently.

Then she left, plunging into the dense forest without looking back.

Like bidding farewell to the past, and bidding farewell to him.

The young woman shuffled through the forest, not knowing how long she walked before finally seeing the ocean.

There were still countless ghost ships on the sea, but perhaps because their people were also ghosts now, and the most troublesome Captain Enzo at that, they had scattered far to both sides under his command.

The position they vacated wasn’t empty either—the vanguard fleet led by the Auran Goddess and the Pilgrimage had stopped at the near sea, with small boats launching one by one.

And the fastest one had already stopped at the beach.

The silver-haired, dazzling, military-uniformed, blue-eyed great lion was rushing over in great haste, fortunately arriving before the young woman could collapse from weakness, steadily supporting her.

“Ow, ow, ow…”

Feeling the young woman’s trembling when supported and the words she unconsciously muttered, Caine’s brow immediately furrowed tightly, his silver-white “mane” instantly “standing up,” unable to contain his worry as he asked: “Are the injuries severe? Should we have the ship’s doctor take a look?”

Though he knew the captain’s constitution was extraordinary—even the young master Anderson could hardly help, let alone the military doctor—but if even she was crying out in pain…

Knowing that if she didn’t speak up, her first mate would finish imagining the entire fierce battle she’d experienced and would become like an ant on a hot pan, though it really had been the hardest fight of her life…

But to avoid unnecessary trouble, and also to spend more time alone with him, so that people and political matters would come a bit slower, Roy still hastily indicated she was fine after taking several sharp breaths.

If he didn’t believe her, she didn’t have even a single wound on her body.

Being burned by brilliant flames, how could there be wounds? As for the blade scars left from fighting with her ancestor, they had healed long ago when vitality surged on the divine path.

Even if the young man didn’t believe it, he could only accept it.

Seeing the young woman smiling with her pretty face seeming to say “this is a scam,” but really unable to find any flaws from the outside, Caine had no choice but to let her be.

Who told him that she who had seemed pitiable and weak before now had an arm around his that felt like it was made of iron? Really a complete little monster.

But forget it—it was good that she was back.

Looking at the captain who was immediately full of energy, the furrow in Caine’s brow finally relaxed.

The deep gloom that had shrouded his heart due to her words transmitted through their bond—that this time she might really have to break her word—finally dispersed.

Of course, Roy didn’t know that the silent “responses” to loved ones at the end of the divine path would actually reach them, and Caine and the others didn’t know she was completely unaware of this.

This misunderstanding might become a permanent secret, or it might “explode” soon.

Who could say what would happen in the future? Even that devil had gotten everything completely wrong.

But Roy, who was intimately holding her first mate’s arm and waving at her father, the little rascal, and others on the approaching wooden boat, and all the people traveling with her, and the people of the world who would learn the truth or the disguised facts, would all understand one thing clearly.

That the era belonging to the Pirate King, the devil Edward, had become the past.

And the era belonging to the Golden-Eyed Devil, Elizabeth Roy, who loved and was deeply loved by the people as well as all spirits in the world, especially humans, and the new era…

Had just begun.