In the hall, Robin carefully read the report Simon had submitted.
After a long while, she nodded, took out a Dragon Scale seal that only she and Loa could handle without suffering frostbite, and stamped a corner of the report.
"Do it as you planned. Peace matters more than the Marines!"
"Yes!"
The people lined up, saluted in unison, then quietly withdrew. It was a blatant scheme, using their superior position to force Turtle Island out of the conflict through a wave of pirates who deserved to die anyway.
In just two days, reports of more than a dozen nations being destroyed had reached Robin. The pirates, newly emboldened by the civilians' despair, had erupted into violence, pillaging, burning, and killing without restraint.
Some people in those countries might still have trusted the Marines and requested help the moment unrest broke out. But pirates were right on their doorsteps, and trouble had flared up in too many places for the Marines to handle.
If this continued, the Grand Line might become very peaceful—because almost everyone would be dead.
So Turtle Island had to step in and restore order! Apart from Ulysses, who remained to guard Turtle Island, and Jones, who was watching Fish-Man Island, every officer set out. The mighty Dragon Ship Fleet fought its way out of Red River Valley and headed for the First Half to wipe out the pirates.
As for the New World, no one dared cause trouble in the territory of the Yonko and the emperor. That wasn't courting death. It was going looking for it!
After they left, Robin checked the time and took out a Den Den Mushi. The moment she did, it began ringing. "Buru Buru."
"Go on. What is it? Why all the secrecy?"
As an archaeologist, Robin had easily deciphered