"Your Majesty, are we just leaving like this?" Coming out of the hotel, Hathaway looked back every two steps, and finally asked.
"Umu, this is enough. I've already left treasures and letters, which should be enough for Robin to splurge for a long time."
Nero didn't even look back: "This is her own chosen path. She will always meet other companions and start her own adventure."
Emphasizing the word "own" multiple times, Nero wasn't as indifferent as she seemed on the surface.
With the ability to protect herself and the knowledge to survive, she also knew that a little girl under ten years old would definitely have a lot of hardships to endure if she wanted to survive on the Grand Line.
"Ah—" For Hathaway, who was experienced in taking care of children, this wasn't so easy to let go of.
Although she knew this day would come sooner or later and had prepared herself mentally, she still couldn't help but worry.
"Umu, there's so much a girl has to pay attention to when venturing on the Grand Line! She has to be careful everywhere, even if ordinary people are no match for her, she can't let down her guard."
Nero stopped, raising her voice: "If your strength is insufficient, then just mention the name Nero Claudius, any force will do."
On the hotel balcony, a small figure was squatting there, hands tightly covering her mouth, but sobs occasionally escaped through her fingers, and tears fell in large drops.
Robin knew Nero must have discovered her, and she understood why they left in the middle of the night.
Robin didn't show herself until Nero and Hathaway's figures disappeared, then she peeked out, looking at the empty street.
And she made up her mind that one day, after she found the truth of history, she would definitely return to Nero's side... Nero and Hathaway left the Four Seas aboard the golden rose and entered the Grand Line.
The agents responsible for monitoring them finally breathed a sigh of relief. Such a ticking time bomb was just wandering around.
And it was a small boat, so fast, God knows how difficult it was for them; they would always lose track of it.
They were constantly on edge, fearing that this thing would explode somewhere they didn't know.
Now she had finally left their area of responsibility, and for this, the CP agents even held a private celebration feast, finally able to return to their daily routine of slacking off!
Equally relieved as the agents were the Gorosei in Mary Geoise. Currently, the world can be divided into three stages.
The Four Seas, almost completely controlled by the World Government, are considered their backyard.
The First Half of the Grand Line, where the Marine and pirates are fiercely fighting, maintains a relatively even balance. Recently, some people have begun to call it Paradise.
And finally, the New World, where pirates are rampant. Even though the Marine has invested a considerable amount of combat power, it is still difficult to gain a significant advantage here.
Most of the famous great pirates are here, waiting for the opportunity to become the new Pirate King.
However, after various parties mutually restrain each other, once their territories are roughly divided, they will most likely stabilize.
Mary Geoise.
Saint Saturn frowned and tapped his cane: "Nero Claudius has left the Four Seas. The last intelligence received indicates she is almost at Sabaody Archipelago."
Saint V. Nusjuro crossed his hands: "What do you want to say?"
"Nico Robin! She didn't go with Nero and them, but stayed in the East Blue."
Saint Saturn closed his eyes and thought for a moment, still suggesting: "Her existence is still too dangerous! As long as she is alive, she might create a second Roger!"
"How do we explain it to Nero? That temperamental little girl, if Nico Robin is killed, who can guarantee Nero won't publicize those histories?"
Saint Nashorou pushed up his glasses, holding the long sword in his hand, recalling Nero's intelligence: "In that battle at Marineford, that little girl's power was clearly abnormal! Too fast! The time to reach the peak was too short."
"She is already a monster no weaker than Roger and Whitebeard. If we want to kill her, the price will be considerable."
"And a series of chain reactions afterwards must also be considered. Nero is now also a corner of the New World's balance, and for now, we still maintain a certain tacit understanding with her."
Saint V. Nusjuro walked to the window with his hands behind his back, pulling back a corner of the curtain to let the sunlight filter in.
"Although she reached the Final Island with Roger, an Emperor and a pirate are still different. I heard that Nero had a falling out with the Roger Pirates on the Final Island."
"Coupled with her ambiguous attitude, I believe Nero is someone who can be won over. Noble bloodlines find it difficult to coexist peacefully with the mongrels on the ground."
Saint Saturn also found some truth in this, and his furrowed brows relaxed a little: "Indeed, in Nero's plan, her extravagant and wasteful burning of three islands is no worse than the Celestial Dragons, perhaps even more so."
It seemed to suddenly hit everyone's point, and their thoughts became clear.
"Speaking of which, Nero's demands in the Ohara incident were all about intangible things like reputation and respect." Saint Nashorou thought for a moment and discovered a key point.
"Rose Beast and Rose Emperor, these two titles, for pirates, the former is undoubtedly more intimidating and more in line with the aesthetics of those pirates."
"But Nero cares more about her title of Emperor than a fierce appellation."
"And that Samge in Nicuss, who calls himself the Revolutionary Army, although it was just a small test, Nero's attitude of rather killing the wrong person than letting one go..."
"Ah, if she wasn't a native of Nicuss, I would even suspect if she possessed the bloodline of a Celestial Dragon."
"If Nero can be won over, a title of Celestial Dragon is nothing."
It became clear! It became clear!
The problem immediately became clear. Analyzing Nero's behavior and personality, she was a complete lower-world version of a Celestial Dragon.
They had too much experience dealing with such people; there were plenty of such individuals in Mary Geoise.
"Let's put the matter of winning her over aside for now. The struggle among those pirates in the New World has reached a fever pitch."
"If Nero could die in this struggle, that would be for the best."
"Hmm, let's wait then. We just need to grasp the final limit."
This suggestion was finally approved by everyone. As the world's rulers, they indeed only needed to do the final coordination work... At this moment, Nero had just landed on Sabaody Archipelago.
"Umu, no matter how many times I come here, it's always a good place!"
Nero stomped her foot. The amusement park here was deeply loved by Nero.
"It's just that slave traders and Celestial Dragons are so annoying. When will these guys all die off!"
Nero sighed, like a fly landing on the edge of a plate of delicious food; even if it didn't land on the food, it was still disgusting enough.
"Ah, Your Majesty, saying such things here will cause unnecessary trouble. Please bear with it."
Hathaway also had the same feeling as Nero, but if these words were heard by the Celestial Dragons, it would inevitably lead to another round of trouble.
"Umu, such small matters don't matter! Let's go stroll through the slave district; maybe we'll find some good prospects."
But Nero just said it casually, after all, which emperor doesn't love slaves?
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