During the nearly month Charlotte Mousse had spent in Ohara, Nico Robin had also made considerable progress. By Mousse's estimate, using Dr. Clover as a reference, her mental strength had increased by at least ten percent.
Such enormous progress in less than a month—wouldn't that mean it could multiply several times over in a year?
It was simply incredible. No wonder even Dr. Clover had said that the little girl's talent was outstanding even in Ohara, the holy land of history. He had even suspected that Nico Robin might pass the examination and become a qualified historian within a year, making her the youngest scholar in Ohara's history.
But everything suffered in comparison. Compared to Mousse's current, indescribably powerful and terrifying mental strength, Robin's gap had not narrowed at all. It had instead been widened even further.
The Book-Book Fruit was simply overpowered, and Mousse himself was even more overpowered. When the two came together, they produced a monster unprecedented in eight hundred years of this world—no, perhaps since civilization itself had existed.
Yet that was not necessarily a good thing for Charlotte Mousse himself. The deeper and broader his wisdom became, the harder it was to find anyone who could keep up with his train of thought.
Even Nico Robin, whom he had once grown close to so quickly, seemed to have gradually become distant again without him noticing.
Mousse himself did not particularly care about that. He had already grown used to solitude in his previous life. Friends were naturally best, but he could still live perfectly well alone.
Besides, Mousse probably would not remain in Ohara much longer. He did not even know whether he would ever see Nico Robin again.
However, before leaving Ohara, Mousse still had one thing to do: ask the scholars here about