Super Righteous Player
Chapter 673 - 214 The Treasure Ship and the Witch_1

Chapter 673: Chapter 214 The Treasure Ship and the Witch_1

When someone mentions "sailing," it surely conjures images of a journey across the sea and sky, a miracle woven by a tapestry of azure and deep blue.

However, for the legendary adventure group that travels aboard the treasure ship "Silver," such common sense doesn’t apply.

Surrounded by a silvery-grey bubble, both the massive ship and its inhabitants were rendered ethereal; yet, from the bow looking outwards, everything appeared as usual.

Looking through the bubble from the inside, however, made the outside world seem transparent, misty, and elusive.

A teenager with blonde hair and blue eyes stood at the prow, gazing outward. She wore a pure white sundress, with lantern sleeves edged with lace. The hem of the dress was short, covering only half of her thighs, while a pair of pure white boots concealed half of her calves.

But what drew the most attention was her left eye—covered slightly by a strand of golden hair. Underneath the hair, her left eye was quietly closed, with no hint of the bulging of an eyeball.

She opened her emerald right eye and quietly observed everything outside of the ship.

Rock layers, soil, minerals, rivers, cities—

They were "obstacles" that, by all common sense, should be absolutely untouchable.

Yet none of it could slow down the treasure ship "Silver" by even a fraction.

"For ’Silver,’ those are merely food."

A cool voice sounded from behind the girl.

The one-eyed girl turned her head back.

Approaching slowly was the captain of the "Ship in Stone"—Selicia.

She seemed to have just taken a bath, her doll-like face still steaming slightly with mist and her pupils appeared clear through it. Her long pink-purple hair lay casually behind her, and her petite figure surprisingly seemed a bit seductive.

Selicia watched the one-eyed girl as she approached, getting closer.

She stepped in front of the still girl, tiptoed to nuzzle the other’s cheek, and as she hugged her gently, she sniffed the back of the girl’s neck, revealing an enchanting smile, "Aren’t you going back to your own room, Elle?"

"I saw you just came out of Ofelia’s room."

The white-dressed girl named Elle did not answer this question.

She just pursed her lips and replied softly, "Is this really okay?"

"What are you referring to?"

Selicia smiled faintly, her eyes misty as if drunk.

"I mean Arthur."

Elle glanced in a certain direction toward the rear of the ship, "Though I haven’t been on the ship for long... I should be able to tell that Arthur Burnfang is pursuing you, right?"

"Indeed, he is."

"And what about Ofelia Danisoya?"

"She is too."

"Then..."

Elle paused, inquiring, "Which one will you choose?"

Selicia looked at her with a hint of surprise.

Her smile was as radiant as a blooming flower, "Why must I choose at all?

"Not just Arthur and Ofelia—Lily and Lucia love me just the same. They should indeed love me, as I love them."

Selicia placed her hand on her chest, like a graceful lady.

But the words that came from her mouth were as free-bellowing as they were wanton: "If they battle each other over me, then it proves they love me too much... they love me to the point where they cannot bear the fact that, besides themselves, there are others I love too.

"How could I be discontent with that? I am only intoxicated by this ardent love... However, sadly, the love I hold for any of them is not enough to make me give up the others."

The exquisite and beautiful witch, when she smiled, seemed drunken, a flush on her face, "Isn’t this tragic?

"It means... they are still unable to bear my love."

"...Miss Selicia, don’t you feel this is a form of betrayal?"

After a moment of silence, Elle spoke softly.

Selicia was not troubled by the question.

"Not at all. They still love me, and I still love them... This is both the battlefield of love and the field of war. If anyone is dissatisfied or no longer loves me, they are free to leave my ship at any time, and I would not hold them back—but if they stay here, they should strive for my affection... And please, don’t call me ’miss.’"

She held her finger up like a gun, closing one eye, "Call me Mr., Your Excellency, or Captain if you like. I am someone more powerful than those titles."

It was a statement akin to that of a ludicrous king.

Despite being such a charming girl, with an intoxicating smile, the words that came from her mouth were astonishingly arrogant:

"Strange, isn’t it? But it’s quite normal, for I am the master of silver. Why must I adhere to the rules of the human world? I don’t live among people... And besides, shouldn’t laws be amended, trends changed, and customs replaced for my sake?

"The Pale Princess also has many lovers. Would people reproach her for her decadence or betrayal because she has many Specters trailing behind her?"

What she meant was—I am the next Pale Princess.

Directly regarding herself as a deity, she held herself to the standards of a True God without a trace of self-doubt... Such was her arrogance.

Arrogance that was fierce enough to twist reality itself.

Utterly self-centered, with absolute belief in herself like a zealot—her worldview was as arrogantly demonic as they come.

Even Elle couldn’t help but sigh.

And the rarest thing was...

While Cesilia uttered such mad declarations, her pupils were so bright and affectionate.

She was the most arrogant person Elle had ever seen.

But she was not stupid.

As if light danced ceaselessly within—this was the light of Wisdom.

It wasn’t that she couldn’t see the rules of the world.

It was confidence that no one could defy her—she could ensnare everyone’s mind with the poison called "love." Even though everyone knew the love she bestowed upon herself was not complete, no one could leave her side.

At times anguished and struggling, at times losing that precious lucidity, intoxicated by it.

Should it be said... she is indeed the legendary "deadly nightshade"?

—Interesting.

Elle raised an eyebrow, thinking this to herself.

"...Selicia?"

Just then, a male voice came from behind, "Where have you gone, Selicia?"

With a soft, muscular torso and wet black hair, a man with amber eyes opened the cabin door in puzzlement—

His room was opposite the captain’s quarters, the closest to the bow of the ship.

He quickly located Selicia.

But he also saw Elle.

The moment Elle’s gaze met his, he twitched as if electrocuted, his body jerking.

"Sorry!"

He quickly apologized and swiftly retreated into his own room.

Only after dressing did he finally breathe a sigh of relief and step out of his room.

"Sorry, Miss Elle."

This tall and slender young man, with features as chiseled as a philosopher’s statue, though handsome and profound, was somewhat shy as he apologized to Elle, "I didn’t know you were here..."

"Why apologize?"

Elle asked softly, curiously.

The question stumped him.

Ofelia Danisoya scratched his head, not thinking too long, "I just felt... it wasn’t quite proper for you to see a man’s body. After all, you are not yet married."

"Compared to your captain, you’re quite the prude," Elle replied coolly.

Ofelia immediately felt awkward, "The captain, she isn’t really like that... "

"Alright, the Mourning Nation is already in sight," Selicia interrupted him with a laugh, clapping her hands, "Our journey is nearly at its end."

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