To You Whom I Don’t Love That Much (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 099

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Ro quickly lowered the pistol, afraid she might accidentally shoot Calypso. As Calypso sat across the table, the innkeeper approached and placed two glasses of milk mixed with alcohol before them, then vanished. Ro burst into loud laughter.

“Ah… now it makes sense.”

Since Calypso could glimpse brief fragments of the future, of course she would have known that Kyrgos’s legacy lay dormant in her vault.

“So naturally, you knew I’d come here too…”

“Of course. Calypso knows everything.”

Calypso replied with a chuckle. Ro noticed that the old woman’s presence had subtly changed in that moment—more precisely, it had become slightly less human.

The pirates of Vilbron firmly believed in superstitions, because they lived so closely with mystical daily practices. While magic and sorcery across the mainland had been gradually fading for centuries, islanders isolated by the sea still sought out rituals almost like faith.

Fueling these beliefs were sea witches who had preserved their lineage since ancient times. True sea witches could brew genuine magical potions—ones that changed appearances or voices, allowed prolonged diving, or filled sails with wind. Of course, they demanded exorbitant prices for such services…

When Ro first met Calypso, she had seemed like just another ordinary sea witch, albeit with a slightly unusual voice. Her skills were exceptional, certainly, but nothing more. Yet after Ro rescued the reclusive elder from drifting on a deserted island, Calypso became unusually lenient toward her—though she never lowered her prices by a single copper. Still, now Ro wasn’t even sure whether Calypso was truly human anymore.

“…Just what exactly are you?”

“Calypso is everything. All things are Calypso.”

So she was going to play it like this, huh? Ro narrowed her eyes, thick with suspicion.

“Anyway, good timing meeting you. I had so many questions I wanted to ask.”

“Ask them.”

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