Captain – Chapter 95 – Confession

“So, what exactly does the honorable Captain want to say to me?”

Cecilia leaned against a snow-white pillar, her fingertips rhythmically tapping the protruding relief, as if playing a melody.

Hearing the proprietress’s cold tone, Roy’s smile softened considerably. It seemed little Cecilia was still the same—always so ice-cold, as if unable to generate the slightest interest in anyone or anything.

“I believe Miss Joyce already knows the cause and process of the earlier commotion. It started with Solomon’s bastard subordinates, and we only acted in self-defense. So could the generous proprietress possibly…”

Glancing at the guards tightly surrounding them, Roy inwardly exclaimed “troublesome,” but couldn’t openly dismiss them. So she could only ramble about unimportant topics while continuously winking her left eye at the proprietress.

“If you’re trying to shirk responsibility, don’t waste your breath. The Banshee’s Eye’s rules are crystal clear: regardless of which side struck first, anyone involved in a brawl, regardless of reason, goes on the blacklist.”

Cecilia interrupted the captain’s “quibbling” and said calmly: “And if I remember correctly, Captain, you were the first to strike in this brawl.”

Looking at Roy’s embarrassed expression, the proprietress added with slight impatience: “Also, you keep winking your left eye. Is there sand in it? If you have nothing more important to discuss, I’m afraid I can’t stay longer—I have a business deal waiting for my approval.”

Seeing that Cecilia intended to dismiss them, Roy let out a frustrated “hiss” and then tentatively asked: “There is indeed something important. Could we perhaps, um, talk privately?”

The proprietress’s finger paused on the pillar. She frowned, looking the captain up and down as if observing a child who didn’t know better: “Captain, is this… your first time at the Banshee’s Eye?”

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The Banshee’s Eye’s proprietress never received guests alone, regardless of their importance—this was a universally acknowledged fact among patrons of the tavern.

“Of course not, but this matter is significant, and there are too many eyes and ears here. It’s really not the place to discuss it.” Roy hurriedly waved her hands, explaining with an apologetic smile.

Cecilia’s lips curled into a knowing, cold smile. She spoke in a tone that suggested she had completely seen through the captain: “Do you know how many invitations I receive daily, and how many use that same excuse of yours, Captain?”

Roy’s smile froze as she reluctantly nodded. As the proprietress’s “predecessor,” she certainly knew how many people planned to first gain an audience with this ice woman and then trick her into bed.

“Very well, then please.”

The proprietress nodded with satisfaction, extending her hand toward the tavern’s exit, her meaning couldn’t be clearer.

Seeing this, Roy’s eye twitched as she sighed deeply, then raised her hand to stop the guards from “escorting them out.” Looking into the proprietress’s amber eyes, her expression became utterly serious: “Don’t you really recognize me, little Cecilia?”

Hearing the young woman’s form of address for the proprietress, the guards who were about to push her out the door quickly withdrew their hands as if they’d touched burning coal.

People who dared to address the proprietress with such an intimate tone were not individuals these mere guards could afford to offend.

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Watching Cecilia momentarily stunned and then falling into deep thought, the guard sighed with relief, extremely grateful for his decision. In his view, the proprietress’s previous coldness might have just been her playing hard to get—after all, she had been the same way with that captain back then, cold on the outside but warm inside.

“May I ask the captain’s full name?”

After pondering for a moment, Cecilia’s tone suddenly carried more emotion.

“My surname isn’t convenient to reveal, but my name…”

The captain rolled her eyes slightly, thinking of the perfect way to reveal her identity without being recognized by the guards: “My name is Elizabeth. I’ve returned.”

Hearing this name, the proprietress’s delicate body trembled slightly. Her eyes reflected that incredibly familiar face as she murmured softly: “Elizabeth, Elizabeth… are you really… him?”

“Yes, I am the ‘him’ you speak of.” As if victory was assured, Roy regained her confident, composed smile.

“No, that’s impossible.”

After a brief trance, Cecilia quickly came to her senses. She looked at the young woman before her with an almost cold gaze: “Are you one of Captain Richi’s people, just putting on a show with Solomon’s subordinates for my benefit, right?”

Roy widened her eyes slightly, putting on an utterly wronged expression: “How could that be? Even if Solomon doesn’t care about his subordinates, he wouldn’t want them to die for no reason, little Cecilia.”

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This was the truth. Although the Black Emperor viewed his subordinates as pawns and could consume them without concern, he was unwilling to discard them when there was no benefit.

“I know Solomon values profit, but deceiving me would provide enough benefit, wouldn’t it? So that’s not a valid reason, Captain.”

After saying this, Cecilia fell silent for a moment, slightly softening her tone: “Although you indeed don’t seem to be with that bunch of bastards, whatever your purpose, you shouldn’t impersonate him in front of me. It’s not an amusing matter.”

Seeing the proprietress’s resolute tone, her refusal to believe his words, Roy grabbed her long hair in frustration, making one last effort: “I’m truly not an impostor.”

“Then how do you explain… this?”

Cecilia’s gaze lingered on Roy’s chest for a moment, then added: “You might be able to fool others, but you can’t fool me. My…”

The proprietress paused, not letting the word “lover” slip out, and continued with lowered eyelids: “He was a genuine man.”

Although she had always been unwilling to admit it before, now that he was gone, what meaning did her pretended persistence—the persistence meant to provoke him—still have?

“This… this is just a small accident. I can explain. I just…”

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At this point, Cecilia felt a heavy stone pressing on her heart and no longer had the patience to continue the conversation with the young woman. She coldly interrupted the captain: “Enough.”

Seeing the proprietress’s slightly reddened eyes, Roy’s voice gradually lowered, saying nothing more. She seemed to sense the sorrow and helplessness hidden beneath the other’s coldness.

“Kenny, please show these two out.”

“Yes, Miss Joyce.” The head guard responsible for the proprietress’s safety respectfully accepted the order and made a gesture of invitation to Roy and her companion.

After gazing at Cecilia for a moment, Roy didn’t linger any further. Under the head guard’s guidance, she and her first mate headed decisively toward the corridor.

“Miss Joyce, we still don’t know their names,” another guard reminded in a low voice.

Cecilia watched the captain’s retreating figure until she disappeared around the corridor’s corner, yet still couldn’t bear to withdraw her gaze, as if the one leaving was truly him.

At the guard’s second reminder, the proprietress finally came to her senses, quickly regaining her usual calmness. She said in a tone that brooked no argument: “Their names… won’t be added to the blacklist.”

For some reason, she vaguely felt anticipation—anticipation for meeting this captain again.