Ashes Of Deep Sea-Chapter 251 - 255 Temporary Farewell
Chapter 251: Chapter 255 Temporary Farewell
Half a century after the conclusion of the Submersion Plan, Tyrion once again felt a chill from this enduring project…
The “Number Three Submersibles” that surfaced one after another seemed to reappear before his eyes, and with them came images of cautious soldiers, solemn priests, and the Frost Queen, silent and stone-faced. He felt as if he were once again witnessing the opening of the submersibles’ hatches, seeing the mad explorers emerge, the near-human clones, the swollen, deformed monsters, the writhing masses of flesh, the silent, eerie muck, the dried, suspicious black fibers, and… seeing the seventh “Number Three Submersible” with its empty cockpit.
“Back then, the platform was equipped with extremely tight security, many clerics and guardians were guarding the venue,” Tyrion said with a frown as he recalled, “But… I must admit, your question is quite frightening.”
Duncan said nothing, but after a few seconds, he suddenly asked, “Those ‘Number Three Submersibles,’ how did you deal with them in the end?”
“Except for the ‘original’ that first surfaced, the other six replicas were all thrown into the furnace and melted into ingots in the sacred flames before being dumped back into the sea—even though it was a large amount of metal resources, no one dared to keep those things,” Tyrion said, hesitating a bit in his tone, “But if, like you said, even the first one is not the ‘original,’ then the situation would be…”
“Where was the first one placed?”
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“If you’re asking about its current whereabouts, then I don’t know,” Tyrion shook his head, “The rebels must have destroyed everything related to the Submersion Plan, but no one knows how they disposed of those materials. Maybe they just dismantled and recycled?”
“But if you’re asking about the period before the rebellion… after it was decommissioned, the Number Three Submersible was always stored in a warehouse in the harbor area.”
Duncan was silent for a few seconds before finally exhaling softly, “I see… Tyrion, thank you for being willing to talk so much to me, anyhow, this information has greatly satisfied my curiosity.”
But Tyrion seemed preoccupied, analyzing the “Submersion Plan” after so many years. He had detected too many chilling details—even though the plan itself was full of oddities, the retrospective scrutiny brought a creeping unease to his bones that was more pressing than his time amidst it, especially the question his father had just raised about the Frost Queen’s final order. It made him faintly feel… that this old case, which had supposedly ended half a century ago, was not truly over.
Nevertheless, today’s conversation had come to an end.
His father had no intention of keeping him there.
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Suddenly, the sound of flapping wings came from the side, and Tyrion looked in its direction, only to see the silhouette of a bird enveloped in a lurid green flame flash through the air. Where the silhouette passed, a swirling vortex of green fire rose swiftly, forming a swirling portal.
From the mirror beside him came his father’s voice, “Step through it, and you’ll be sent near the Storm Cathedral—I suppose, you wouldn’t tell anyone about what happened here.”
“Of course, I’ve never been a snitch.”
Tyrion replied, then looked at the blazing portal, hesitated, but finally made up his mind and stepped forward—yet, just before crossing through the portal, he stopped again, unable to help but look back at the gothic doll standing quietly by the mirror.
“Anomaly 099…” he murmured to himself in a whisper, “It’s just too similar…”
“It is said that Anomaly 099 first emerged over the Chill Sea, near the waters where the Frost Queen was executed and thrown into the sea,” Duncan’s voice emanated from the mirror, “I share your suspicion, but even Alice herself can’t clarify her own origin, just as you’ve said… There are too many things in the deep sea we can’t understand.”
Tyrion pondered for a moment before suddenly speaking, “It seems, this doll likes to stay close to you.”
Duncan spoke indifferently, “Initially, she insisted on staying, but later I found she could be somewhat useful.”
Alice’s response was much simpler; she smiled happily, nodding and saying, “I like being with the captain, he’s so cool!”
Tyrion looked surprised as he gazed at his father’s expressionless face reflected in the mirror, and then at “Alice,” who looked exactly like the Frost Queen but was nothing like her in any other way. After a moment, he burst out laughing.
It was a genuine laugh of relief and joy.
Then, he turned around and stepped decisively into the flame portal.
The warehouse came back to silence.
Alice looked towards where the flames had vanished, then turned to look at the mirror beside her. After a long moment of reflection, she suddenly blurted out, “Captain, why was he smiling at us just now?”
Duncan casually replied, “How should I know?”
Confused, Alice uttered a “oh,” thought for another moment, and then asked, “Just now, you were discussing Frost this and Submersion that… Does it have anything to do with me?”
This time, Duncan didn’t offer a casual explanation to placate the doll but instead pondered seriously before speaking gravely, “It could be related.”
“Can I understand it?”
“It’s probably very difficult.”
“Oh, then I won’t think about it for now,” Alice scratched her head, then smiled and looked at Duncan in the mirror, “Anyway, if there’s something I need to do or cooperate with, you just tell me what to do.”
“I will.”
“Mm!”
…
A streak of firelight passed through the dark alley, and after a moment, the groggy Teryan stepped out of the alley to see the towering gates of Prandt Cathedral not far away.
“It really did send me close by…”
The great pirate murmured and raised his hand to knock on his head, which felt heavy from the grogginess, but accidentally touched a swollen spot and instantly sucked in a breath of cold air.
That little girl’s strength was a bit too terrifying… That was a Profound Demon heavier than two or three grown men bound together!
Recalling how he got the wound on his head, Teryan couldn’t help but mutter to himself, and at the same time, he couldn’t help but feel curious.
His father was indeed regathering a team, at least from what he could see now, he had controlled Anomaly 099, and there was a weird girl who could summon Profound Demons with strong powers at his service, but this was clearly not all.
Even if it had been yesterday, this would have been enough to make him very vigilant, to the point where he couldn’t resist sending out warnings to the City-State and the Church—but at this moment, he had no intention of “snitching” to the Church.
His mind was filled with thoughts related to the “Submergence Plan.”
Teryan started walking towards Storm Cathedral, but after just a few steps, he saw several figures appear at the cathedral entrance, jogging in his direction.
Those were the sailors he had sent back earlier.
His disappearance for an entire day after leaving just a message had obviously started to unsettle his subordinates.
In an instant, the sailors reached Teryan, one of them didn’t wait to steady himself before he started rambling, “You’re finally back! The sun is almost setting, where did you go?”
Another sailor immediately noticed Teryan’s condition and exclaimed in shock, “Captain, the wound on your face… and why is your head swollen so much?!”
Teryan knew he couldn’t conceal his disheveled state; he had hoped his healing ability, which exceeded that of an ordinary person, would allow him to recover before returning to the cathedral, but it turned out that although the weird girl’s use of Profound Demons was debatable, the wounds created by the Profound Demons were still very troublesome, and his head was still swollen after half a day.
“…I tripped.”
After holding it in for a long time, Teryan could only resort to a lame excuse.
He really didn’t have the nerve to admit in front of his subordinates that this was a result of “fatherly discipline”—especially since it hadn’t even been his father who acted personally but a little girl whose height barely reached his chest.
“Tripped?” The first sailor looked at his captain with confusion, “That trip of yours seems a bit too… advanced, almost as if you viciously slammed your head against Prandt’s walls and the ground…”
Teryan looked at the sailor with a deep gaze, enunciating each word, “I tripped on something on the way.”
The sailor jumped suddenly, realizing, “Oh, oh yes, clearly you just fell by accident, I’ll help you with the medicines when we get back…”
“Enough, I don’t want to discuss this issue right now,” Teryan sighed and walked towards the cathedral doors, “Let’s go back, I need a good rest today, and then it’s time to set sail back to the North.”
“Back to the North? Aren’t we going to stay here for a few more days? You had been planning…”
The words “Submergence Plan” resurfaced in Teryan’s mind, and he waved his hand, “Enough, we need to go back, there are things to do in the Chill Sea.”
The sailors looked at each other and finally nodded, complying with their captain’s decision.
Yet, Teryan suddenly stopped in his tracks.
He hesitated in front of the main entrance of the Storm Cathedral and touched the swollen spots on his face and head.
“Let’s use the side entrance to go back.”
