The Room That Could Not Be Opened

"So, these are all the cannons on your ship?"

"That's right."

"Roselle is supposed to be the emperor of Intis, yet he's so stingy with his Flagship, unwilling to equip it with any decent gear..."

"Did you forget something?"

Antiya glanced at Luther. "The equipment on this ship is from 152 years ago. Back then, cannons were novelties. A ship carrying multiple cannons was top-tier firepower; other ships would have no choice but to flee if they encountered it."

Oh right, I almost forgot about technological advancements.

Luther suddenly realized, took a few steps along the ship's side, and said, "Would you mind if I equipped the ship with some new cannons?"

"It doesn't matter to me whether I pretend or not."

Antiya waved the long sleeve of her right hand, trying to attract the black cat lying on the deck. "As long as there's the fact that I'm going to fire, even the most ordinary cannon and the crudest shells can cause terrifying damage... so let's not bother."

As Sequence 2 Angel, she no longer needs to rely on these things for her combat power.

But compared to Luna, her allure seemed to fall short. The black cat simply sat upright, its tail curled up to cover its two front paws, its azure eyes fixed on the exquisite black-haired beauty, showing no intention of approaching.

Antiya tried a few more times, then gave up and raised her hand to try and Distortion the distance between them. But Luna seemed to have anticipated the danger and nimbly jumped into the shadows beneath Luther's feet.

"Let it out."

"Antiya said."

"You're Angel, so don't make things difficult for a cat."

Luther glanced at her, but instead of pulling Luna out of the shadows, he turned and went into the cabin.

This was his first formal inspection of the Black Throne.

"I don't mean to make things difficult for it, I just want to pet it." Antiya followed him into the cabin, still thinking about the black cat. "Such a small thing, so fluffy, it must feel so nice to touch."

It was probably your obsession that made Luna wary.

Luther thought to himself, looking around the cabin.

Upon closer inspection, one can discern a striking decorative style within the ship: asymmetrical, enormous black candlesticks hanging from the ceiling, with even the number of candles on each side differing; walls adorned with haphazardly slashed patterns resembling blade cuts; a wide floor; and furniture with sharp, distinct lines.

Overall, the interior of the ship gives the impression of being chaotic and heavy.

"To be honest, I'm a little surprised."

Luther laughed, "Roselle didn't even bother to decorate it."

In his mind, this emperor, like that mysterious man trying to make the country great again, had a strong fondness for luxurious gold. He had expected to see all sorts of golden objects as soon as he entered, but to his surprise, the flamboyant emperor had kept the ship as it was, instead of imposing Intis's luxurious style on it.

"Of course he added it."

Antiya said coldly, "I just threw them all away... For the past hundred years, every time I thought about how he made me endure such loneliness, I got angry. So I crushed all the things he left behind—a golden toilet, a cushioned silk armchair, painted wallpaper, a self -Portrait... and threw them into the sea."

"Besides, those things really don't match. They're either vulgar and gaudy in color, or they're too shiny and dazzling. I really don't like them."

That's understandable, but it's a bit of a shame, considering it's an antique and contained gold and other valuables.

Luther thought to himself, then suddenly remembered something and hurriedly asked, "Where is his study? Did he leave any writings or anything like that? You didn't throw this away, did you?"

Based on his understanding of Roselle, this guy would never help subsequent transmigrators out of pure kindness. There must be some other purpose behind leaving this ship behind. If he could find his diary left on board, or the original intention behind creating this Angel, perhaps he could find the answer to this mystery.

Antiya frowned and thought for a moment.

"He should have a Captain's Cabin, yes, he should have one... Strange, I don't remember where it is?"

Her expression was somewhat puzzled. Although the ship was her Spirituality home and she had been on it for over a hundred years, she seemed completely unaware of this.

There was indeed a problem.

Luther became alert and began to walk quickly through the cabins, checking each one. The bewildered Angel followed behind, her long dress rustling against the floor.

The ground floor was a warehouse with nothing particularly noteworthy. The first floor contained a restaurant, meeting rooms, Lounge, and dormitories, all of which he had inspected without finding anything. But when he reached the second floor, he immediately noticed something amiss in one of the rooms.

This room faces the bow of the ship and has a great view; it must be the Captain's Cabin.

What made Luther suspicious was that there was a small table outside the room with a chess set on it—a set of chess from the world he had traveled to before.

Was it like this before?

Luther asked Antiya, referring to the structure in front of the Captain's Cabin.

"... I don't remember."

The latter struggled to search his memory, but to no avail, and even seemed somewhat uneasy. This unease stemmed from a sense of incongruity; he suddenly discovered blind spots in the space he had been in for over a hundred years, a feeling that was extremely strange.

Luther walked to the table, glanced down at the chessboard, which clearly emanated Spirituality, but without any malice.

Behind the table was Roselle's Captain's Cabin.

Should we just Door Opening?

It seems a bit dangerous; let's make some preparations.

"Rip!"

So Luther grabbed his left hand and ripped it off. Under Antiya's astonished gaze, his severed limb quickly regenerated, and then, grasping the freehand arm, he used Flesh and Blood Magic to control it to hold the handle and try to Door Opening.

The gate remained completely still.

Is it locked?

Luther retrieved the severed hand, then looked down at the keyhole and discovered that his Black Key was completely incompatible.

"It can't be opened."

Antiya suddenly spoke up, frowning, "There's his aura on this; it must be some kind of restriction..."

"You can't open it either?"

Luther asked, "Even if Angel all his strength, he couldn't break through this door?"

"It has a correct way to open, but beyond that, I'm not sure."

Antiya said, "I cannot Destruction this door, nor the room it Sealing."

Luther then gave up.

Roselle, you really did hold back for me... Fine, I'll get your daughter up here when I get back, and see how she deals with you then.