Robin had made up her mind to set sail, but how could Clover and Olivia possibly agree?
Hadn't the lesson of Ohara been enough?
Clover slapped a wanted poster onto the table. On it was a picture of Robin as a child.
"Have you forgotten your identity as the Demon Child?"
"Besides, with the Revolutionary Army helping us now, we don't need to risk our lives out there!"
The events of Ohara were still vivid in Clover's mind, after all. He didn't want anything to happen to Robin.
Olivia gently rested a hand on Robin's shoulder, feeling the girl's body tremble beneath her fingertips.
"Robin, we know you want to uncover the truth of history, but it's too dangerous out there."
She pointed toward the glass cabinet in the corner of the laboratory. Inside were the last surviving books from Ohara, every one bearing scorch marks.
Robin abruptly rose to her feet, and the parchment slipped from her hand. Her gaze swept across the Poneglyph rubbings covering the walls as she said earnestly, "Precisely because it's dangerous, someone needs to record it. History can't stay buried forever. Those vanished islands, those peoples driven to extinction-their stories shouldn't be forgotten."
"This is something I have to do as an archaeologist."
Robin spoke with such earnestness and gravity that Clover and Olivia were stunned.
Just then, the air in the laboratory suddenly warped. Mu Chen's figure appeared amid the hum of distorting space.
Then.
"Hey, are you holding an archaeology pep rally in here?"
The parchment in Robin's hand fell to the floor with a slap. Her pupils contracted sharply, and the night sky dyed red by flames deep in her memories suddenly overlapped with the man standing before her, wearing a teasing smile.
"Mu Chen!" Robin's voice trembled. He hadn't visited