Chapter 416: Entering the Stage

"Miss Yvonne, we can't go any further now."

At the edge of the Calamity Sea, a deep-sea fishing boat slowly came to a halt on the undulating surface.

Inside the wheelhouse, the captain looked at the woman beside him with a troubled expression—the 'Blood-Eyed Angel' Robert·Yvonne, who had shaken the entire continent of Antolia with her own power.

She still wore a black-and-white maid's uniform, holding a feather fan in her hand. Though she had a beautiful face, there was not a trace of feminine softness. She gave off an impression of extreme hardness, as if she were a machine, a weapon, full of sharp edges.

Unlike two months ago, a faint red glow now flickered in her eyes, and around her, green wind blades occasionally formed, slicing and cutting everything nearby.

"Miss Yvonne, we don't fear the storms or the icebergs and ice floes scattered across this sea, but the waters ahead are infested with pirates. A lone ship has no chance of surviving in this area. We can only take you this far."

Robert did not speak, merely casting a faint glance toward the captain. At that moment, an invisible pressure suffocated everyone in the wheelhouse.

The captain's face looked as if he might cry, but he also showed some stubbornness: "Miss Yvonne, I won't go any further. If you're not satisfied, you can kill me now. If we go on, it's just a matter of dying sooner or later. Falling into the hands of those pirates would be worse than death."

He spoke earnestly: "After leaving the Calamity Sea, you don't really need our boat anymore, do you? We can give you a yacht, towed behind our ship—the one you saw earlier. It has a top speed of 53 knots and a range of 2,000 nautical miles. Miss Yvonne, we've helped you, haven't we? We've wasted several days, a lot of fuel and labor, to bring you here. You wouldn't repay kindness with enmity, would you?"

Perhaps the persuasion worked; Robert·Yvonne finally withdrew her gaze: "Fine. Prepare the yacht for me now. I said I would pay you for the passage."

Everyone in the bridge was overjoyed, and some rushed out without waiting for the captain's orders.

Ten minutes later, after Robert·Yvonne left a suitcase of cash and sailed away on the small yacht, the crew erupted in cheers, then collapsed weakly to the floor.

But the captain's expression gradually turned cold and grim. He then took out a satellite phone and dialed a number.

"Cassari, the target is in position. Her current heading is northeast, right to the north of the Adrian Islands. I must mention that I gave her no assistance; she seems unfamiliar with using charts and navigators."

"You did well."

The voice on the other end laughed heartily: "Thanks, Captain Delaro. Fifty million gold shields will be transferred to your account shortly. Also, consider this a favor from me."

"A favor from the Battle Axe Pirate Crew—more precious than gold."

The captain smiled contentedly: "I could have helped you send her to wherever you wanted."

"No need, no need, really no need. If you harbor strong hostility, she would sense it."

Cassari·Gates shook his head slightly: "The Battle Axe Pirate Crew doesn't put its friends in danger. Delaro, all I want to know now is her current condition. That would be the greatest help you can give me."

"Condition?" Delaro pondered his words: "Her eyes are very unsettling—they remind me of dark creatures, beasts, or vampires. Wind blades appear around her from time to time, extremely sharp, capable of cutting through steel and destroying everything around. And Miss Yvonne seems to be struggling to suppress something, as if there's a beast inside her."

At that moment, on the sea surface outside the Adrian Islands, Cassari·Gates, seated in the bridge of the Battle Axe, had already hung up the phone. He said with a sigh to those around him: "That one's judgment was right. Her intuition is terrifying. Without any intelligence support, she can directly sense her master's location by instinct."

The few present perked up: "Captain, the battle is about to begin, right?"

"It's begun!"

Cassari·Gates stood up: "Robert·Yvonne should arrive in about two days. Notify our friends to surround her first and wait for Miss Yvonne to step onto the stage we've prepared for her."

After giving the order, he walked alone to his captain's quarters. With a casual wave of his hand, a magic mirror rose from a corner of the room. Cassari tapped the mirror's surface with his finger, and within twenty seconds, a figure appeared in the mirror.

It was a young man—his friend Cagare·Colin.

"Cagare, are you sure that applying near-demigod-level pressure on her will force Miss Yvonne to self-destruct? Don't deceive me, Cagare. You know how much I've invested in this!"

"Of course. I never deceive my friends. I can swear it, even sign a Styx contract."

Cagare·Colin smiled: "You must have already investigated the War Angel's Heart, haven't you? A year ago, the Li Chunchu couple died because of it. And now, if you observe Miss Yvonne carefully, you can notice some anomalies."

"Then there's no problem. Her current condition is exactly as you described—all symptoms match."

Cassari·Gates looked expectantly out the porthole: "Then wait for good news. In at most two days, this woman will be buried here."

"Don't be too confident. You still need to be careful. I know you've made some extra preparations to seize divine authority from her, right?"

The young man in the mirror shook his head: "You should know that before they died, the Li Chunchu couple jointly killed a demigod. They might have already reached the demigod rank by then. You have to be wary of her desperate last stand—it's very dangerous. The War Angel's Heart is one of the most terrifying creations of the Maya civilization. It can elevate an ordinary person to a high-rank demigod and even grant initial mastery of the divine authority of Battle Wind. It's simply mind-boggling. I think the Maya's enemies must have driven them mad."

"It is indeed dangerous, but you don't need to worry about that. I know my limits. If I can't do it, I won't force it."

Cassari smiled: "This is still an opportunity, isn't it? The risk is much lower than many other ways to obtain divine authority."

Cagare·Colin raised an eyebrow but didn't press further: "Also, watch out for that Andrei. That guy managed to repel the Dragon Witch Cult, prevent the return of the Calamity Fire Dragon Girl Adriana, and has Michelle's favor—that's no small feat. I'm not sure if Conshuri helped him."

This time, Cassari didn't bother to reply. He knew his friend meant well, but the forces he had gathered this time were enough to force back even a demigod.

As long as he killed Robert, what did a young scion from an American family matter?