"Robin!"
Ross looked calmly at Robin and said in a cold tone:
"I never promised you that I would spare Dr. Clover's life."
"Ah..."
Robin stopped crying at the sight of Ross's gaze.
Even if Ross didn't use Conqueror's Haki, as long as he possessed it, every move he made, even a single glance, carried immense power over ordinary people.
"Alright, Olvia, let's get back to our previous topic."
Ross, still holding the stack of documents in his left hand, said unhurriedly:
"If you want to continue studying the historical texts, fine, I agree."
"Really?"
Olvia's eyes lit up when she heard that she could survive and continue her studies.
Dr. Clover was dead and could never be brought back to life.
All that those who were still alive could do was help Dr. Clover fulfill his wish, which was to continue studying the historical texts and reveal the lost 100 years to the public.
The history of the entire world had been interrupted for a full hundred years.
Nine hundred years ago, the pirate world was still in chaos.
Eight hundred years ago, the World Government was established, and the pirate world gradually came into order, which continued to this day.
Any scholar who studied history was interested in that 100-year gap.
What kind of history was it that the World Government had sealed away and forbidden from being studied?
In their view, history belongs to everyone in the world, and the World Government should not prevent people from learning the truth.
With this mindset, countless people had followed one after another, which was why Ohara existed today.
Having been born and raised in such an environment, Olvia had long made studying and exposing that period of history her faith.
Even if it meant giving up everything, she was determined to uncover that history!
"It's very simple. I have so many sheets of paper in my hand, and each sheet represents life in Ohara. For every person you kill with your own hands, I will give you a sheet of paper."
"If you can get your hands on all the papers, I'll allow you to study that period of history," Ross said cryptically.
"How can you guarantee you'll keep your promise?" Olvia asked nervously.
She knew very well that, unless it was Ross, everyone else in Ohara would have to die today.
If it could buy her the right to investigate the truth, this deal would be worthwhile.
She would carry on everyone's legacy!
"I make this promise in the name of the Jaygarcia family," Ross said calmly. "You should know what this surname represents."
"I know, it's the surname of one of the Five Elders."
Olvia nodded slightly; she was a historian and knew very well the significance of the name.
Even a Celestial Dragon could not break a promise made in accordance with their own name. If word got out, Ross would surely be expelled from the Celestial Dragons' ranks.
She was a smart person.
At least in terms of her value, she was not worth trading one for one with Ross.
"Let's get started. There are 39 files in total. This gun has 8 bullets. We just used one, so there are 7 left. I'll give you four magazines, that's just the right amount."
Ross handed the platinum pistol to Olvia, not at all worried that she might suddenly attack.
Not to mention that he was standing next to an Admiral-level Zephyr and a Shichibukai-level Zane, the bullets from this little broken gun simply couldn't break through his defenses without Armament Haki.
[Host: Ross]
[Strength: 815132/600000 (C, Rear Admiral of Headquarters)]
Overall Rating: A (Relying entirely on one's status when traveling abroad)
[Skills: Conqueror's Haki (B), Ancient Script (B), Swordsmanship (C), Marksmanship (C), Physical Combat (C)...]
Now, he at least had a C-level physique, so ordinary firearms were no longer effective against him.
"Sorry!"
Olvia took the gun and suddenly cried out in distress.
Immediately afterwards...
Bang!!!
She pulled the trigger, and a historian who was squatting on the ground fell to the ground.
"Sorry..."
"Sorry..."
"..."
Olvia cried out helplessly, her eyes filled with reluctance and sorrow.
But her movements were by no means slow.
Every gunshot represented the loss of a life.
"Uncle Oka!"
"No! Aunt Minako!"
"No! Mom, stop! Don't kill Grandpa Maud!"
"..."
Robin watched as her mother killed the scholars who had once taught her, and she was already in tears, sobbing uncontrollably.
Compared to Olvia, whom she had barely met, she had been mostly accompanied by this group of historians.
It was the acceptance she received from these historians that motivated her to study history and enabled her to become a formal scholar at the age of eight.
But now.
Those uncles, aunts, grandfathers, and grandmothers who were kind to her were being slaughtered by her mother... no, Olvia.
Why?
Why?
Why was Uncle Velen able to choose to commit suicide for his family, while his own mother chose to be so extreme?
Is studying historical texts really that important?
It was so important that even though Olvia had already saved her own life and Robin's, she still had to kill those companions who were so kind to her.
Everyone said that Olvia was a kind person!
"Someone, someone please save them!!!"
Robin cried out helplessly, while everyone else present watched the scene in silence.
The mother, Olvia, kept saying sorry as she carried out the slaughter, and she didn't even care when blood stained her face.
Her daughter Robin tried to dissuade her, but Olvia ignored her and continued to fire her gun.
Some historians tried to escape, but a group of CP9 members surrounded them, so they weren't going to have a chance to get away.
If anyone dared to run, they'll be kicked by CP9 from the side, the kick landing precisely in front of Olvia, making her the next lamb to be shot.
Should we save them?
Ross watched the massacre in Ohara calmly; indeed, not all historians were like Velen.
Of them, Olvia was probably the most fascinated by history.
Ross suddenly turned his head and pinched Robin's cheek with a smile:
"Since that's what you think, I'll give you a chance to save them."
Suddenly, Robin's lifeless eyes lit up, and she looked at Ross with surprise.
Ross clapped his hands, stopping Olvia from continuing her killing spree.
Olvia's arms hung limply as she stared blankly at Ross.
From the moment the first shot was fired, Olvia's heart was already dead.
"Saint Ross, have I finished?"
"You killed 24, but you're still short 15. That's not enough."
Ross shook his head, glanced at the remaining few people in the crowd, and spoke softly, but everyone could hear him:
"There aren't many people left. I'll count you as two, but I won't stop them from rebelling. Oh, by the way, whoever kills you can leave alive today, but they must act as Ohara's representative and publicly acknowledge Ohara's mistake in researching forbidden history."
"Those who are willing to accept this can begin to resist. Those who are not, may just wait to die."
"Ross, didn't you promise to let Olvia leave alive?"
Robin anxiously tugged at Ross's clothes, but she didn't know when she had started calling Olvia by that name.
"I promised you that the Marines and the World Government would not intervene, but if her allies do, then there's nothing I can do. Besides, this is the path your mother chose herself."
Ross shook his head slightly, ignoring Robin's pleas.
How could she become completely corrupted if she didn't witness the deepest darkness?
Would she find companions someday?
Betrayed by her own mother, would she still believe in so-called companions and so-called redemption?