Chapter 99: Both Immersed and Detached

Chapter 99: Both Immersed and Detached

Only one Black Death… Did the other ships stop outside the Rorsted Archipelago’s waters because they feared being discovered and would not have time to escape? That is good news… Klein withdrew his gaze and deliberately bit his lip lightly, showing the unrest in “Elaine’s” heart.

Glancing at Elaine’s side profile, Misor lit a torch and swung it repeatedly, signaling the flagship.

It did not take long before a small boat came over, picked up him and Klein, who was disguised as the red-haired Elaine, and returned with them to the Black Death.

As the small boat was hoisted up, Klein boarded the flagship of yet another pirate admiral. Led by Misor, he entered the cabins.

A blond maid was waiting ahead. She swept Elaine with a cold gaze and pointed toward a side room.

“Go in.”

That attitude is exactly what it feels like when romantic rivals meet… Vice Admiral Ailment really is charming to both men and women… Klein’s vigilance rose at once. Wearing handcuffs, he kept his face dark and followed the blond maid into the room.

He had originally believed he would immediately see Tracy, obtain a one-on-one opportunity, and was already prepared to strike at any moment. But the carpeted room was small, containing nothing but a wardrobe, a sofa, and a full-length mirror.

Is Tracy deliberately giving her the cold shoulder to express anger? Klein recalled the romance novels and melodramatic television shows he had seen and began guessing the “Maiden of Sickness’s” intention.

The blond maid glanced at Elaine, who wore men’s clothing but, lacking makeup, did not quite possess an androgynous beauty. Then she quickly walked a few steps forward, opened the wardrobe, pointed at the many dresses within, and said, “The captain does not like the way you look now. Change into another set.”

Fuck… Klein cursed inwardly.

He had thought that, by relying on Elaine’s men’s-clothing appearance, he could directly meet Vice Admiral Ailment Tracy and was privately grateful that he could achieve his aim without too much shame. In the end, he had still failed to escape the part he least wanted to face.

Seeing Elaine standing there in a daze, the blond maid glared at her.

“You have two choices. Change by yourself, or I help you change!”

Klein imitated red-haired Elaine’s habitual movements, inhaling softly through a small opening of his mouth.

“Unlock my handcuffs.”

He half turned, pointing toward the door with his chin.

“Then get out.”

“Pretentious bitch…” the blond maid cursed under her breath, then used the key Misor had given her to unlock Elaine’s handcuffs.

After she left the room and closed the door, Klein walked to the wardrobe and stood there blankly for nearly twenty seconds.

Suddenly, he closed his eyes and extended his right hand.

After an unknown length of time, he arrived before the full-length mirror and saw Elaine inside. Her red hair hung loose, her emerald eyes flickered, and she wore a long golden-red dress. The ribbon at her waist had been tied into flowers, cinched very tightly, emphasizing her slenderness.

Elaine’s soft, beautiful face carried a faint flush. Her lips were pressed tight, and her expression was grave, very similar to the feeling in the photograph from before.

Seeing himself changed into this image, Klein first felt a degree of shame. But during the process of changing just now, he had already adapted somewhat and survived the initial stage. Moreover, no one else was present here. Second, he gradually found a different sensation.

This was not to say he had slowly come to enjoy such things. Rather, in the process of disguising himself and overcoming a psychological barrier, his self-awareness had undergone a certain degree of detachment. It was as though his soul had floated out of his body and was looking down calmly at “Elaine” changing into women’s clothes, adjusting herself in the mirror. He considered it merely a necessary method for completing a mission. He…