Ohara,
Aboard the Oro Jackson.
Watching Little Robin, who had always been afraid of him, Austin wore a mischievous smile.
He was probably going to leave this child with psychological trauma for the rest of her life.
In the kitchen, Little Robin stood there trembling.
Austin watched her with interest, sitting in a chair with one leg crossed over the other, sipping orange juice through a straw.
Beside him, Mihawk stood upright, his hawk-like eyes coldly fixed on Little Robin.
"So? Should we throw her off the ship?"
Mihawk had no particular opinion of Robin. To him, she was no different from the others on the island.
The only reason he hesitated instead of immediately throwing her off was Austin.
He seemed somewhat interested in the little girl.
"Throw her off... that might not be impossible..."
Austin deliberately drew out his words, looking as though he were seriously considering the matter, frightening Little Robin badly.
She remembered Saul's sacrifice for her.
She remembered Mother's instructions and final wish.
Ohara, falling into ruin.
And her own desire to survive...
Thud—
"Please... please don't throw me off the ship! I'll do anything, as long as you save my life!!"
Tears welled in Little Robin's eyes. Facing the impossibly tall young man before her, she opened her mouth wide and cried out:
"I want to live!!!"
"Anything?"
Austin was somewhat interested in Little Robin's words.
If she had really done nothing just now and simply stood there crying foolishly, Austin might actually have been interested in sending her back to Ohara.
To see whether this world truly had some so-called protagonist's destiny, and whether Little Robin could still survive by chance without Aokiji.
But since she had said something like that, Austin was naturally not so coldhearted as to be merciless.
Besides, he