But the daggers were clearly in the hands of her sister at this moment, and Alice was acting too strangely in front of him, overly cautious and excessively frail. He certainly wouldn't think it was due to his own charm.
But he knew that in this world, there is no love or hate without reason.
He sighed, whether it was true or false, a trap or not, Miss Hilveld was likely to be there. She might not have told the truth, might have used them all from the beginning, but suspicion would never be the answer.
He had to see for himself that she was in that place.
Not for any other reason—
but because he was the Captain, and she was his Ship's Officer.
He wouldn't give up easily, so he nodded lightly, "I've naturally made up my mind. If you are not afraid of death, you can come with me—"
He looked at all the members of the Silver Vislan, and also at Sophie, "But I'll say one thing, once we get past that place, I will do my utmost to take you to the thirteenth layer."
