"Lord Shin, I passed the 'doctorate exam' today—and with a perfect score! I'm an archaeologist now."
On Ohara's shore, eight-year-old Robin ran swiftly to Shin's side, proudly holding up her certificate of passing. Her little face was practically screaming, Praise me, praise me!
Shin could not help but laugh. They had spent nearly a year together now, and Robin had completely come to regard this place as her home. Her relationship with Shin had also grown closer and closer.
Even the way she addressed Shin had become more casual. Big brother, bro, Lord—she could call him any of them naturally.
Shin did not disappoint her. Smiling, he patted her head. "As expected, you're amazing, Robin."
Having received his praise, Robin became even happier. Laughing, she ran off to the other side, wanting to share her joy with her "little friends."
Those so-called "little friends" were naturally the flowers, grass, and trees that had been given life. Over the past year, they had become Robin's closest friends.
Once the sounds of play reached his ears, Shin returned to his seat on the fishing platform by the shore. The seawater surged, rocking the fishing rod and hook with the waves. But with no one holding the rod, no foolish fish would bite such an extremely obvious straight hook.
Even now, Robin had yet to catch a fish with that rod. She had come close a few times, but something had always been lacking. Robin herself was not particularly enthusiastic about fishing.
Shin did not force the matter. But when he saw the archaeologist's certificate in Robin's hand today, he thought of something.
If he remembered correctly, Ohara would be destroyed by a Buster Call during Robin's eighth year. As the sole survivor, Robin would be branded the "Devil Child" and begin twenty