"Ah, ah..."
Robin looked up at Lindsey, her pupils suddenly contracting as her mouth fell wide open.
She stammered, unable to get a single word out.
Th-this was impossible!
Nico Robin went over it again and again, finally certain she hadn't remembered wrong.
She had borrowed ancient books countless times and passed by that statue just as often.
The ancient statue in Ohara's Tree of Knowledge library had the exact same face as Aiven Lindsey!
"..."
"You!"
Robin took several deep breaths. "Have you seen me before?"
Lindsey: "?"
If she meant in his memories, then he had indeed seen Nico Robin.
And theoretically, as an ancient stone statue displayed in Ohara for who knew how many years, he must have seen Robin, too.
But as far as he was concerned, that period had been little more than a dazed, muddled existence. He couldn't remember a thing.
"Hmm..."
After a moment's thought, Lindsey shook his head. "No, I haven't."
"That's impossible!"
"That's an ancient relic with countless years of history. Your face is exactly the same as its. It can't be a coincidence!"
Robin grabbed Lindsey by the sleeve and stared into his eyes, trying to find some explanation in them.
But the longer she looked, the more she remembered everything about Ohara, until her eyes grew red.
"Tsk!"
Robin knitted her brows and pretended to be angry, deliberately closing her eyes to keep the tears from falling.
All kinds of suspicions churned inside her, eventually settling on that man.
Sand Crocodile Crocodile!
He was definitely hiding something. She had to get a proper answer out of him!
Robin's expression turned grave as she silently made up her mind.
Crocodile looked just as displeased.
He was thinking about something else.
Why had the slave traders targeted Elegia?
Were musicians