Hearing that voice, at once familiar and unfamiliar, Robin froze.
She stared blankly at the man who had spoken, unable to think.
Though his face was different, that voice belonged to the person she knew best, the one she could never forget...
Robin's mind went blank as she murmured:
"Mr. Rolka..."
Still using "Rolka's" voice, Carol walked up to Robin:
"It's me."
He raised a hand and gently stroked the top of her head.
Feeling the familiar warmth of his palm on her head, Robin began to cry without realizing it. Her body trembled, and countless words welled up inside her. Just as she was about to look up...
"Rolka's" voice came from in front of her:
"Sleep for a while first."
Robin felt a light tap against her neck, and her consciousness instantly plunged into darkness...
Looking at the sleeping Robin, Carol sighed softly. This was no place for a reunion. He would explain everything once they returned to Headquarters.
Behind him.
Held by the neck in Bullet's grip, Sabo felt an endless chill settle over him.
An indescribable terror filled his mind. Robin's reaction had made everything clear. As Carol turned back toward him, Sabo struggled to speak through the grip on his neck:
"Industrial Revolution..."
Robin had never hidden the origins or ideas behind the industrial revolution. She had clearly stated that a man named Rolka had taught her everything.
Sadly, the Navy had later killed him in Alabasta.
Yet now, this great man, whose surviving ideas alone had laid the foundations of the Revolutionary Army as it stood today, had reappeared as a member of the very Navy that had supposedly killed him...
Sabo recognized him at a glance.
The Revolutionary Army's intelligence network was no mere decoration. This man was Sakazuki's most valued deputy, Carol.