"What are you up to?"
Robin screamed in terror. Ross's attempts to comfort her had already frightened her, and the contrast between what Velen had done and what her mother had done pushed her to the brink of collapse.
Now she suddenly noticed that Olvia had picked up the gun again.
And this time, Olvia pointed a gun at her.
Upon witnessing this scene, Gion and Zephyr, who had been watching, suddenly had their pupils shrink.
Although they had some reservations about Ross's actions, these people were ultimately going to be killed; the only question was how.
They initially thought that Ross was using faith to blackmail an ordinary woman and corrupt her.
But judging from Olvia's behavior now, she is not a historian who is unyielding to his beliefs, but a madman.
No matter how important that history is, can it be more important than one's own flesh and blood?
Pointing a gun at their own daughter is something they simply cannot imagine.
If they felt regret when Velen committed suicide before, they now truly felt that Olvia deserved to die.
Those who study that taboo history are indeed rarely normal people.
"Olvia, are you insane?!"
Robin's breakdown and screams weren't because someone was pointing a gun at her, but because she felt she had been wronged.
She had sacrificed so much for Olvia.
But in the end, Olvia actually turned a gun on her in order to study history.
"Is studying history really that important?"
"Robin, you don't understand."
Olvia pursed her lips, her hand gripping the gun trembling, but she still didn't move away from the target:
"That's the result of everyone's hard work in Ohara."
"Unveiling history and letting everyone know the truth is the long-cherished wish of all of us Ohara historians."
"From today onwards, only I can accomplish this."
"Robin, I'm sorry!"
Seeing Robin crying uncontrollably, two streams of tears flowed down Olvia's cheeks.
Olvia slowly closed her eyes, aimed at Robin's body, and pulled the trigger sharply.
Bang!!!
Gunshots rang out, and bullets flew.
Gion and Zephyr wanted to make a move at that moment, but at Ross's signal, they ultimately stopped.
Bullets are fast to ordinary people, but to a powerful figure like Ross, speed is nothing special.
He subtly shifted Robin's body.
The bullet struck Robin in the abdomen, staining a large area of her body red.
Even with the lowest-powered bullets, the modified Platinum Pistol still inflicted significant damage on Robin.
But the physical pain wasn't so bad for Robin at that moment.
The greatest pain is a broken heart.
Olvia actually shot her.
If Ross hadn't saved her, that bullet would have pierced her heart.
"Olvia, I hate you!"
In the last moment before Robin fell into a coma, her gaze was fixed on Olvia, devoid of any affection or love for her mother, filled only with resentment.
Both were historians, yet Uncle Velen was willing to commit suicide for his family, while Olvia wanted to kill her.
She is a recognized historian, and she has never said that she must make that period of history public.
Never!
Olvia, I hate you!
You'll regret it!
"Take good care of her."
Ross gently picked up Robin and handed her to Gion, who had come up to him.
Gion sighed, glancing at Olvia, who still had her eyes closed, her eyes filled with disgust.
A woman like that is unworthy of being a mother.
After taking Robin from her, Gion began to provide emergency treatment.
She had seen Ross's little tricks and knew that Ross didn't want anything to happen to Robin either.
Robin's injuries were actually not too bad, not even serious, and not as bad as the injuries she sustained during her daily training at the training camp.
But this minor wound was enough to haunt Robin for the rest of her life.
"Saint Ross, I have fulfilled my promise to you."
Olvia collapsed to the ground, too weak to look at Robin, and instead looked at Ross with hopeful eyes.
"Great, I'm very satisfied."
Ross smiled and stepped forward, standing in front of Olvia.
He was extremely pleased with Olvia's behavior.
That's really ruthless.
In order to continue studying the Poneglyph, she even killed her own daughter.
It's not that Olvia didn't love Robin, but rather that her love for her couldn't compare to her own dream.
If Olvia really did kill Robin today, he had no doubt that Olvia would repent every day.
But at the same time, this woman will be more determined to follow her path until she achieves her dream or begins a new life.
If this person were in his previous life, she would definitely have a bright future.
Unfortunately, in this world where strength is essential, no matter how ruthless you are, it's all for naught without real power.
Ross bent down and gently stroked Olvia's silver hair, as if he were petting his new pet.
When his hand touched Olvia, he could clearly feel the woman's body tremble slightly, but it stopped quickly.
She let his hand gently caress her, let him touch her downwards.
Having already killed her companions and daughter, Olvia has nothing left to lose except the Poneglyphs.
"Come on, stand up."
Ross spoke gently, wrapping his arms around Olvia and pulling her up from the ground.
Having just gone through that ordeal, Olvia had no strength left.
Ross had just pulled her up when she was too weak to stand.
In her panic, she instinctively leaned on Ross, as if she had found something to rely on.
Having finally regained her balance, Olvia realized what was happening and hurriedly tried to escape.
But before she could make a move, she felt Ross wrap his arms around her waist.
"At this rate, you'll never get out of Ohara."
Olvia remained silent.
The recent killing, coupled with physical pain and psychological trauma, meant she was indeed unable to walk for a short period of time.
She stopped struggling.
The moment Ross stroked her hair, Olvia thought about what might happen, and images flashed through her mind.
Olvia thought she would be very angry.
But what she felt most strongly was indifference, something she couldn't believe, but it was her true feeling, Olvia was certain of.
Yes...
They've already shot their daughter; what's the point of struggling anymore?
As long as she can continue studying the Poneglyph, nothing else matters.
"Take this safe. If you don't protect it, I won't be able to make a second one."
Ross's words rang in Olvia's ears, causing her to reach out and take the stack of documents from Ross's hand.
Olvia held it in her arms as if it were a precious treasure, pressing it tightly against her chest.
These materials represent the culmination of their comrades' life's work, and what they ultimately sacrificed their lives for; she must protect them.
"Let's go!"
Ross called out, put his arm around Olvia, and started walking back the way he came.
We've already wasted enough time; it's time to get ready to watch a fireworks display.
Zane and Zephyr silently followed behind Ross, while Gion glanced back at the Tree of Knowledge before picking up Robin and catching up with the others.
Spandine, lagging behind, watched Ross leave and knelt down again:
"Farewell, Saint Ross! The direction you have taken will forever be the direction of our swords!"
As he spoke, he bowed his head in the direction Ross had left, in a dogeza (vertical prostration) posture, and remained there until the end.
Spandine only slowly stood up after Ross disappeared from sight:
"Alright, everyone, back to the front!"
He waved and ran towards the port.
Behind him, although many CP9 members looked down on him, there were still many CP9 members who genuinely admired Spandine.
Such a person deserves to be valued by their superiors.