To You Whom I Don’t Love That Much (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 122

122.

Something to show me? That sounded like there was somewhere to go, if she heard correctly. Lo was dragged off the bed as Nick pulled her along. After three days without a single bite of food passing her throat, her arms and legs had no strength at all. Her loose gown barely clung to her shoulders. Nick took off his officer’s coat and wrapped it around Rosetta. And then, astonishingly, the door opened!

Nick strode out of the room, gripping her forearm tightly. His stride was long, and he showed not a speck of consideration for her. Whether her legs tangled or her strength gave out and she collapsed, his pace never slowed. Rosetta was practically dragged up the stairs. The sunlight, seen after so long, stung her eyes. The fresh outside air and wind, felt for the first time in ages, prickled gently across her skin.

“Walk straight.”

While being yanked back and forth by Nick, Rosetta gradually regained her vision. The deck was fairly crowded. Everyone wore Tilsen naval uniforms, but Rosetta instantly knew they were all pirates. And Nick—damn that bastard!

She frantically took in the ship’s structure. A large upper deck for an old-looking vessel, wooden floors well-maintained, cabins clustered beneath stairs and long corridors, a spacious captain’s cabin with large windows… Much had changed, nearly beyond recognition, but this was Kirgos’s ship, Belisa. Realizing this, her eyes flared.

He was riding Belisa—Kirgos’s legacy—and pretending to be some pirate captain.

Belisa was the ship Kirgos had promised to pass down to her—specifically to Rosetta—when she turned thirty. True to how much he cherished it, the ship was famous for its sleek, large, streamlined hull and massive sails proportionate to the vessel. It could carry a large crew per voyage, and in terms of speed, it could rival even Toulon if the wind was favorable.

The feeling was not just strange but filthy. The man who had stolen the bond meant to pass from Kirgos to her was now impersonating her as well. That face—never once turning a glance her way. The same face that, at some point in the past, had sworn eternal friendship and loyalty, now looked even more shameless for not changing a single bit.

“Captain, over there…”

“Gather everyone on deck.”

To a timid remark from one of the crew, Nick coldly issued the order. He didn’t even raise his voice, yet the assembly bell began ringing noisily. Everyone on deck dropped what they were doing and vanished to arm themselves. They disappeared as swiftly as cockroaches fleeing light. Their command structure’s tight enough, Rosetta mocked inwardly. One of the few remaining sailors cautiously raised his hand.

“Captain. What should we do with the imprisoned witch?”

“Keep her barely alive. We still need to extract things from her.”

Without hesitation, Nick replied, adding with a cruel smile:

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