CPU

After finishing his business, Ross didn't bother Zephyr further and left the stern of the ship with Robin.

The Marines on board were slightly flustered, but they all followed Sakazuki. Sakazuki had a fiery temper that was quick to injure friends, so these men adapted quickly.

Finding an empty corner, Ross put Robin down, though he still held her arm.

"Hold onto the railing tightly. I don't want you falling off by accident."

"Ah, okay!"

Robin quickly reached out with both hands to grip the railing. The warship was moving at an extreme speed, and with the entire hull tilted, her small frame would be thrown off if she wasn't careful.

"Ohara is destroyed. What do you plan to do afterwards?"

Ross didn't intend to treat Robin like an 8-year-old and asked directly.

Although Robin was young, she had experienced the hardships of life and was a historian no less than Olvia.

"Can you let me go?" Robin asked, her lips pressed together, her eyes filled with hope.

"You, or you and Olvia?" Ross asked with a half-smile.

"I..." Robin hesitated. Thinking of Olvia's actions, her eyes finally became firm. "Just me!"

"Just you?" Ross chuckled and ruffled Robin's head. "Do you have family at sea?"

"No."

"What skills do you have to support yourself?"

"I can read history..." Robin said softly.

"Not everywhere likes storytellers, and knowing history is different from telling stories." Ross shook his head with amusement. Ignoring Robin's disappointed gaze, he pressed further, "Do you have the strength to protect yourself? You're not a citizen of an allied nation now. Most undocumented people from non-allied nations are captured and made slaves."

"I..." Robin was speechless.

How could she protect herself? With her current Devil Fruit ability, she couldn't even defeat Olvia, let alone the pirates who were everywhere. Now, she felt her own thoughts were a bit naive.

Yes. Even if Ross let her go, could she take care of herself?

Looking at Robin, who had fallen into a daze, Ross's lips curved into a subtle smile.

"Why do you want to leave?"

"I want to get away from Olvia!" Robin said without hesitation.

She didn't dare to say she hated Ross. In fact, her feelings towards him were complicated. She knew Ross was the culprit behind all of this, but from Ross's perspective, it seemed he hadn't done anything wrong. Olvia and her group of historians were lunatics, and it was no wonder the World Government carried out the Buster Call on Ohara. She knew yesterday that the civilians of Ohara had been evacuated, and only the historians had died. Moreover, the World Government hadn't killed anyone; only Ross had killed Professor Clover and Sauron, the two people closest to her. Even though Ross was acting under orders and had treated her well, Robin couldn't forgive him for now. As for the others, they were all killed by Olvia. Olvia had gone mad in her pursuit of researching the Poneglyphs.

"Escape from Olvia, and then what? Let her continue researching the Poneglyphs?" Ross raised an eyebrow.

"Why is she so obsessed with the Poneglyphs?" Robin's expression turned somewhat ugly. If that lunatic Olvia continued to research the Poneglyphs, wouldn't those historians have died in vain?

Robin didn't think about asking Ross to do anything. She had nothing left to exchange, and this was something Ross had promised Olvia. Ross, in her eyes, was a trustworthy person, and she hoped he would always remain so. At least that way, her guilt would be lessened. After all, in a moment of crisis, she had actively said she wanted to save Olvia, which led to Sauron's death. Sauron didn't have to die; if only she had chosen to save Sauron back then.

Robin thought dejectedly, her mind in chaos. With her knowledge and experience, she couldn't process so much information, especially after just experiencing such a major upheaval.

"Why are you obsessed with the Poneglyphs?" Ross looked at Robin with amusement. "You're the youngest historian who understands the Ancient Language. You're asking me this question? I want to ask you all: why study forbidden things instead of something else?"

"Ah, how do you know the Ancient Language?"

Robin didn't hear the rest of his words. Just hearing that Ross knew she was a historian made her tremble with fear.

Ross and the others chatted without avoiding her, and she knew the World Government had issued a warrant for all historians from Ohara who knew the Ancient Language.

"You think you're hiding well?"

Ross chuckled and shook his head, placing a hand on Robin's head and saying earnestly:

"Robin, you must remember, the only things that can be called secrets in this world are those unknown to others. As long as a second person knows, it will eventually become common knowledge."

"Is that so..."

Robin mused thoughtfully.

Professor Clover always said their research was very secretive and wouldn't be discovered by the World Government.

But just as Ross said, when would there ever be a secret that wasn't discovered?

Once discovered by the World Government, Ohara, lacking strength, would surely turn into a sea of fire.

"It's all about strength..." Robin muttered.

The power Sakazuki displayed yesterday made her truly imagine a certain possibility.

It was a shame Ohara couldn't have a powerhouse comparable to Sakazuki.

"You still haven't answered me, why study the Poneglyphs?" Ross pressed again.

Chatting with Robin was always a relaxed affair, requiring no deep thought.

He had always liked Robin, and now that he had the chance to raise her from a young age, he definitely wouldn't miss it.

"Grandpa Clover said that those 100 years are a blank history, and it's the duty of historians to uncover all the blank parts of history," Robin repeated, pursing her lips.

She didn't understand the meaning of uncovering the blanks, merely memorizing it as a historian's code of conduct.

But Ohara's end proved Professor Clover's words wrong.

"Then what do you think?" Ross countered.

Robin was a very intelligent person, even at her young age. After experiencing so much, she would surely have her own thoughts.

All he had to do was guide her.

Even if Robin truly turned to the dark side... he would like her even more.

"I think Grandpa Clover was wrong."

A hint of determination flashed in Robin's eyes. She didn't have much of a guard against Ross, as it would be too easy for him to kill her.

In fact, she herself wanted to know if her own thoughts were correct.

Everything she had experienced yesterday had completely changed her previous ideas.

"Saint Ross, I believe history is never blank or true or false. Only those who survive have the right to record history."

"And the history we see is also the history they recorded. It's meaningless to try and restore the so-called blank 100 years."