Kizaru did not want to kill Gashara. He knew perfectly well that none of them could touch a soul, and if she died, Loa would claim the spoils.
But compared with letting Gashara escape and hide in some corner of the world again, Loa getting a windfall was a small price to pay.
Inside a house in the village, the Ice Clone sat cross-legged beside Robin, motionless. Curious Giants crowded around, studying the hideous figure trapped in the translucent ice.
"So that's what a human soul looks like?"
"It looks ugly!"
"Obviously! She was an old woman when she died. What did you expect?"
After receiving Kizaru's message, Tsuru wasted no words and promptly left. Loa bore Gashara far more hostility than his duties and Mission as a Marine demanded. Tsuru had no worries about leaving her to him.
As more Giants gathered and the noise grew louder, Robin closed her book helplessly and glanced at the clone.
"Could you move farther away from me? You're making it hard to read."
"No. Until my original returns, my purpose is to keep you safe!"
What could Robin do after that?
Forgive him, of course!
The clone had been created by Loa fusing a fragment of his own soul into it. Apart from the fundamental difference between clone and original, he was a perfect copy of Loa.
Just then, the clone blinked and finally stood up.
"You're back?" Robin asked.
"That's right. I've reached the village entrance."
This trip to sea had gone remarkably well. Loa had not only dealt with a major problem but also acquired a formidable weapon! Ever since learning Poseidon's true form, he had been unable to think of any way to deal with that unknown threat.
With Magic Power and Dragon's Might greater than his own, the