As I was about to leave the room and head to the captain's cabin, I couldn't help but wonder about something.
"Hey, System! You call yourself the Assassin System, but isn't the Sequence 0 of Assassin Pathway the Demoness? Then why not call yourself the Demoness System?"
[The System's creator has decreed that the Host is too puny to know the true essence of the system, hence the Host shall be kept in the dark until they grow up.]
This… is your creator fuck*ng Medici? Why do you have to provoke me with everything you say?
I couldn't help but curse this little piece of work of a system.
Of course, I had read multiple novels with different types of systems, some of them were bullies, some were real rude ones, but I didn't expect to be granted one such as well. I wouldn't even know whether to call having this thing a fortune or misfortune.
May the goddess bless me, and clear me of my misfortune.
I hurriedly drew a messy crimson moon over my chest. Although Lorenzo the Boatswain was a believer of the Lord of Storms, I was a born believer of the Empress of Horror and Repose the day I had first read the part where "She" revealed her Epoch old conspiracy against the God of Combat. If I were to become an Iron-Blooded Knight, and digest the previous potions of the Red Priest pathway after switching, it only made sense for me to worship one of the greatest conspirators in this world!
With the exception of that Spectato-
I quickly put my thoughts to a stop and forced myself to think of something different.
Yes! Different! Think of someone else, not a blonde man, not a priest in a simple robe, not a cross, no! Think different! Think of Tracy! Yes, captain Tracy! Think of her voluptuous breasts, yes! Yes! Very good! Now you're clear!
Heaving a sigh of relief, I calmed myself down. Fortunately, I was wary enough to do so beforehand, and didn't think much about 'that' person.
"Hey, System! Can you also shield me from, let's say, the gaze of an Author? Let's say, if Hermes were to advance to Sequence 1, and I thought of him while reciting something in the Ancient Hermes, would he know?"
[The Host should definitely be careful about thinking and speaking of the Spectator. Although the System can shield you from the corruption brought by the knowledge of the Cosmos, that is only because it directly harms you. Something as unpredictable as a Spectator's gaze cannot be quantified as harmful, hence, it cannot be defended against. But, if a Spectator does cast "His" gaze on the host, the System will know, and will be quick to notify.]
"Aha! I see, so you're not so useless after all, huh?"
I couldn't help but be a little joyful at the situation. Of course, the best thing would be if the system could entirely shield me from an Author's omniscience, but I was happy by having the next best thing possible.
Feeling relieved, I decided not to delay any more, and go to see Tracy as soon as possible.
I just hope nothing awkward happens after what I did to get rid of the thoughts of a certain Spectator from my head.
...
"So, you are officially a beyonder now?" she asked rhetorically.
Although I heard her words, they passed into one ear of mine, and flew out of the other. At that moment, even I knew that she would be able to see my barely focused, blatantly glazed eyes. I tried to use the Sequence 9 Assassin's ability of night vision, to try and overwhelm my eyes with light in this relatively bright cabin, just so I would appear less charmed.
As she stared into the depths of my soul with her calm eyes, I unconsciously stared back into the depths of her flesh, as if both of us were trying to come to terms with what we were seeing.
This truly is crazy. To think that at some point in her life, she was a man...
At this moment, there was only one sentence that was repeatedly ringing in my head:
"The taste of a Demoness ain't bad."
This... Emperor Roselle really was onto something when he said those divine words.
As much shaming as it might have been to admit, I was in fact completely unashamed in admitting the fact that I was completely and absolutely charmed by my Captain's beauty. Even though I had seen many beautiful women in my past life, met some of them due to my work, none could ever even dream to compare to the lady casually sitting in front of me.
She sat on a wooden chair, crossing her thick and soft looking legs, wearing tight, black, leather pants, in which was tucked her white shirt, that was buttoned up all the way up with the exception of the last two buttons. A healthy amount of her bosom's shadow spilled out, offering a tantalizing view to the viewer.
Above, her pale white, yet exquisitely shaped neck was highlighted by her smooth collar bones. Her face was cut like the most beautiful sculpture that artists could only ever dream of, and her shapely, full, red lips, long eyebrows, and sharp blue eyes only did more to highlight the beauty of this otherworldly woman. And lastly, her head was adorned with long black, smooth flowing hair, currently tied in a bun behind her head. She was truly otherworldly.
Indeed, she was worthy of being called one of the most dangerous, yet the most beautiful Pirate Admiral. The future Queen of Ailment, the Vice Admiral of Ailment, the lady who took over Qilangos's fleet, and made them feel grateful for it; the lady who encountered the greatest hunter Gehrman Sparrow twice, and lived to tell the tale, the captain of the Black Death, Tracy.
Damn, I'm simping hard!
Controlling my emotions, I stopped myself from getting affected too badly by my dear Captain's charm. Albeit a bit late, I still responded to her rhetorical question with a sincere nod.
"Good, it seems like you were not a waste of supplementary ingredients." She smiled in response to my node.
What a beautiful smile…
Although her words seemed condescending, her eyes seem to contain a very tiny bit of warmth, and a minuscule amount of pride that was otherwise invisible to the world. She truly exuded the vibe of a hero whose emotions were hard to read.
Nodding her head, she continued, "Now that you are a beyonder, you'll need to digest the Assassin potion. For that, I have several missions for you. Tomorrow, you are to disembark the Black Death at a private harbour near Bayam, then do the certain tasks you are supposed to do. Since all the people you'll be assassinating have some amount of bounty on their head, you'll have two options, either run away from there after the mission, or have the courage to collect the bounty, and have the guts to face the fame that shall come from them. I know you are not stupid, so make your choice when you leave."
While she was briefing me about the mission, Tracy stood up to walk to her desk, and pick up a small dossier, giving me a view of her bountiful bottom tightly defining the shape of her leather pants.
It was hard to focus on both things at the same time, but I did my best to persevere.
Handing me the notes, she sat down on her chair again, crossing her right leg over her left, and crossing her arms below her impressive chest. Indeed, she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. I wasn't sure how much of this was my true feelings, and how much of it came from the memories of ol' Lorenzo, but I didn't mind accepting that.
Accepting the papers, I answered with a nod, "Understood, captain."
"Good, now go back, rest, and prepare yourself for your mission. Good luck."
Tracy's lips curled up just a tiny bit again, like an elder sibling sending off their younger sibling to school.
"Thank you captain! I will not disappoint you."
Bidding farewell with a bow, and a last glance at the overflowing sensual beauty of my dear Captain, I walked out of her cabin and headed back to the room I was given for the time I was off the boatswain duty.
Laying down on my rug, I picked up the dossier, and started reading through it to get an understanding of the difficulty and the circumstances of my mission.