I Was Confessed to by the Golden Sun - I Was Confessed to by the Golden Sun chapter 61

61 – 61. Over Technology

I sat in silence, catching my breath and taking a short break for about 10 minutes.

I found the brief respite quite satisfying, but it didn’t seem the same for Lucia.

“Jack, can’t I really break that thing? It’s so, so irritating…”

She wanted to split open Noah’s head, who constantly repeated the words ‘system error.’

It was loud, but I managed to endure it. Lucia, however, couldn’t bear it and frowned as if she couldn’t take it anymore.

“No, you can’t. Please wait a little, just in case.”

However, in case of unforeseen circumstances, she prevented herself from striking Noah’s head with a bat.

Honestly, it wouldn’t matter if we broke it, but she is, after all, the sixth episode’s antagonist, so we shouldn’t destroy it completely, right?

“Now, let’s get ready to depart.”

As I said that and gestured to Lucia, she dashed off to Dylan, seeming to understand.

“Hey! Get up!”

She shouted as if to release the stress that had built up because of Noah.

Then, with a relieved expression, I lightly brushed Lucia’s hair as she ran towards me.

“This is insane…”

Perhaps because of Lucia’s exclamation, Dylan, who was slowly getting up, appeared while holding his head as if to recover.

“Jack, is he giving me a scary look…?”

Lucia made a playful expression as she looked at him like that, then hid behind me.

Afterward, she crouched at an angle where Dylan couldn’t see her and massaged my buttocks.

“Lucia, the situation is dangerous right now, so we need to stay alert.”

“Oh, come on. Do you really think anything will happen? Besides, even with me like this, I’ll react faster than you.”

“…”

I couldn’t deny that.

However, regardless of how I looked at it, Lucia, with her physical prowess, was much faster in her reactions than my delicate self. Maybe even if Dylan were to pull out his tentacles here, Lucia would react before I did.

As I thought about it and looked at Lucia, she continued massaging my buttocks while keeping her senses sharp, perhaps preparing for a possible attack, her eyes gleaming.

‘…She’s not really focusing on my buttocks, is she?’

Seeing her occasionally growling, I had some doubts, but I realized that I wasn’t in a position to worry about her, so I kept my mouth shut and waited for Dylan to speak.

Soon, Dylan cleared his throat as if to loosen his tightened throat and, after a cough, took out a water bottle and asked me in a cold voice.

“First of all, how you found out that you were Noah disguised as a professor isn’t as important as you might think, but…”

He paused for a moment as he grabbed the damaged hair strand of Noah on the table and lifted it.

“Did you also know about this?”

Then he immediately poked at the machinery inside Noah’s exposed artificial skin.

Staring at Noah, who looked like an android straight out of Terminator, I raised an eyebrow and asked in return.

“What are your thoughts on that side?”

“What?”

“Do you think I would have known this?”

The response will be determined by Dylan’s reaction.

Honestly, I didn’t know if I should say that I knew or that I didn’t know what answer he wanted.

In this situation where only fragments of the episode were cut and the main points were grasped, how can I explain without arousing suspicion and lead him in the direction I want?

While contemplating this, I smiled and looked at him.

“You’re a really bad guy, Jack..”

And Lucia, who was watching me, brought her face close to my ear and whispered advice.

Feeling slightly upset by her words, I lowered my head, but Lucia quickly negated by raising her hand.

“No! I like the bad guy style if it’s you! So, I don’t mean that I dislike you..!”

“Let’s focus for now, there’s someone ahead who might turn somewhere.”

Dylan said, as if he didn’t care about it at all, while watching her explain, her face turning red.

I felt like her words would continue if I left it alone, so I interrupted firmly in the middle of her sentence.

Lucia, seeming to think that was a signal that I was angry, tightly held my hand and bowed her head.

And without even looking at us, lost in thought, Dylan nodded and spoke for himself.

“You probably knew because there’s no other reason for you guys, who don’t seem to have any connection to pirates, to want to find out about Noah’s information.”

It’s a quite reasonable deduction.

From Dylan’s perspective, the reason why I, who doesn’t seem at all like a pirate, obtained information about Noah.

It should be because he feels that the guy is actually more like a robot than a human.

“You’re almost right.”

That’s why I decided to go along with his strengths and weaknesses.

It was a pretty good idea, so there was no reason not to go along with it.

“..As expected.”

“The person you’re chasing right now, Noah, is actually not human. You must have noticed that.”

“Yeah, there’s no way I wouldn’t notice even after seeing this appearance.”

Dylan said, shaking Noah, who he was holding with one hand.

The most prominent thing in the shaking Noah’s appearance were the iron plates and tangled wires visible between the torn face.

A figure that couldn’t be called human even in empty words.

You must have heard that pirates have a lot of information.

“Then, you must have heard that pirates usually have a lot of information.”

“Yes, I’ve heard that. It’s almost like a proverb.”

“People here say that pirates know a lot, like a proverb.

This is also a story spread by Lloyd, the former Pirate King, to improve the image that pirates are stupid.

This fact is half true and half false.

‘Pirates know a lot? Weren’t pirates dumb?’

As Lucia, who is now questioning me like this, in general, pirates are treated as ignoramuses who haven’t learned anything.

To be honest, how can people who rob and plunder at sea be considered intellectuals?

But looking at it this way, the idea that pirates know a lot itself feels coNT*Radictory.

‘Of course, you can’t call pirates intelligent with a straight face…’

They really do know a lot.

Over the decades of sailing the seas, the amount of information they gather is incomparably vast compared to ordinary people.

But having this information doesn’t determine intelligence, and it’s only natural that many pirates who didn’t receive proper education may appear as fools.

‘But what if these pirates, in addition to their information, also had intelligence to use that information efficiently?’

The person who perfectly fits the example I just gave is right in front of me, Dylan.

As the next Pirate King, he has lived on the sea from birth until now, possessing all kinds of information and the ability to utilize it.

“But the fact that such a machine exists is something I’ve never heard of even while roaming the sea.”

If even Dylan, who knows all about maritime information, doesn’t know about this, how significant is this information?

“Such a machine can’t be made with ordinary technology; it must have been wielded by some large organization.”

Furthermore, the machines that make up Noah’s body are nearly impossible to create with the technology of this world.

Naturally, it couldn’t have been made in a mediocre place but rather by a large organization that invested a massive amount of manpower and time.

If such a large-scale project didn’t leak any information to the outside, that would be implausible in itself.

“But the fact that none of this reached my ears, is that even a plausible statement?”

Dylan also knows this, and that’s why he was feeling frustrated right now.

That what happened in a place he didn’t know deeply penetrated into the world of pirates, even reaching his nemesis, and that the adversary might be under someone’s coNT*Rol.

Moreover, that someone with an overwhelmingly advanced technology that can’t even be imagined in modern times.

All of these were intertwined and burdening him, and it was a fact that he could easily grasp without much effort.

“So, answer me. Just how was Noah created, and who is behind him?”

I asked him after looking around the blood-stained room and listening to Dylan’s trembling voice.

“Do you happen to know how to sail a ship?”

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“Answer my question first. Where is Noah…”