After chatting for a while and having Robin continue to fabricate history based on this round of historical text, Rosse left contentedly.
In the Ohara incident, he was the biggest culprit.
Even if Robin didn't want revenge, he would never truly trust Robin.
So people can be trusted completely, so people can't be trusted at all, Rosse never gambled.
After leaving Robin, Rosse visited Olvia's residence.
Ever since Olvia ca to the Holy Land, she had basically never left her room.
Although she had proposed multiple tis, wanting to leave the Holy Land to explore history in various places, and was willing to accept surveillance arranged by Rosse.
But from beginning to end, Rosse never had the intention of letting her out.
Even if he were to let Olvia out, it wouldn't be now.
At the very least, not until he had rewritten all the important parts of history.
"Saint Rosse..."
Seeing Rosse push open the door and enter the room, Olvia, like a frightened little rabbit, imdiately stood up from the desk.
"How have things been these days?", Rosse simply sat on the sofa and beckoned to Olvia.
Though she was reluctant in her heart, what terrified Olvia was that her body unconsciously leaned toward Rosse.
This wasn't from her own will, nor was Rosse forcing her with power. Rather, it was a desire from her body that made her act this way.
These past days were completely unlike the days spent drifting at sea.
Day after day, Olvia had practically nothing to do.
Occasionally when there was sothing to do, it was Rosse bringing her so historical records to read.
These were official records docunted by the World Governnt. Though they differed slightly from the histories she had discovered, the majority aligned.
Through cross-verification, there was so unique enjoynt.
But aside from that, she had nothing else to do.
No entertainnt daily, no physical activity.
Over ti, images began to appear frequently in her mind.
Scenes of Ohara being destroyed, scenes of her killing colleagues with her own hands, and scenes of Rosse and her entangled together.
These images played over and over again in her mind, endlessly tornting her spirit.
If this continued, she would definitely go insane.
Olvia sat beside Rosse, lips tightly pressed together, and spoke with a hint of pleading, "Please… let leave this place."
"Oh!", Rosse leaned back on the sofa, his right hand gently stroking Olvia's silver hair.
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Half an hour later, Rosse's lips curved up slightly as he slowly opened his mouth, "Isn't this good? Whatever ti period's history you want to study, I can help you find it. Whatever island's history you want, I'll get it for you."
"This is very good… I'm very grateful to you. You're a man of your word. But I really can't go on like this," Olvia covered her face, ashad of her own actions.
Clearly, she couldn't accept it emotionally, yet just now, it felt so comfortable.
As if in that state, she could find a brief mont of peace.
Rosse slowly sat up, straightening Olvia's body so she was facing him.
"Tut, you're just too idle," He chuckled and shook his head, reaching out to gently wipe Olvia's tears.
Olvia's current state, he could imdiately see the issue.
Rather, Olvia's condition now was entirely shaped by his own hands.
This woman's inner strength was truly lacking.
Look at Robin. Eating his food, living off him, learning from him, yet still constantly thinking of how to kill him.
On the contrary, this gentle scholar, Olvia, in less than a month was already on the verge of ntal breakdown.
"Do a favor, and I can take you on this trip," Rosse leaned in close to Olvia's ear and whispered.
"Whatever you want to do, I'm willing!", Olvia suddenly looked up, eyes bright with joy, staring at Rosse.
She was already like this, completely broken in by Rosse. Whatever help he needed, she felt she could accept it.
"I obtained a Poneglyph from Skypiea, help translate it," Rosse let out a light laugh and pulled out a Poneglyph rubbing from a pile of clothes nearby.
This copy was exactly the sa as the one he gave to Robin.
"If you translate it correctly, I'll take you with this ti," Rosse smiled.
"No problem!", Olvia didn't hesitate at all.
She thought it would be sothing special, she didn't expect it to just be translating a Poneglyph.
This was her specialty. Even if she was translating for Rosse, it wasn't a big deal.
Taking the Poneglyph from Rosse, Olvia confidently began reading aloud, "There once was a Sea God who ruled the mortal world. Among the Three Great Ancient Weapons, the rmaid princess known as Poseidon was his daughter. Every 800 years is one cycle. The Sea God and the rmaid Princess will return, and by then, the entire ocean shall heed the Sea God's command."
Compared to Robin, she was far more familiar with Poneglyphs. There wasn't the slightest pause in her reading, she translated it all.
"Oh? Are you sure that's accurate?", Rosse, who had been playing with the little white rabbit, suddenly looked up, his smile tinged with amusent as he looked at her.
"Absolutely no problem," Olvia replied firmly. She hadn't mixed in any personal interpretation, it was basically a word-for-word translation.
Though she was surprised by the Sea God and Poseidon's relationship, since the Poneglyph recorded it that way, it likely had truth to it.
"However, this is the first ti I've seen such a statent. Without further supporting docunts, I will remain cautious," Olvia added.
"You're truly a real historian," Rosse chuckled, his gaze strange.
Was this sothing an enemy should be told?
To be honest, Olvia was far more adorable than Robin in this respect.
At least Robin hid many key elents.
"I'll take that as a complint. Past history should be known by all. If I can confirm this history as true, I will disclose it to the whole world," Olvia said seriously.
She had researched and read far too much history.
From history, she had seen too much.
She wanted to reveal all of it. Not for herself, but so the world would know what had once happened.
As for what consequences might follow from revealing it, Olvia had never cared.
No matter how bad the fallout, compared to the human tragedies recorded in history, it ant nothing.
"Still, are you sure there's nothing wrong with your translation?", Rosse looked at Olvia with amusent, "Because when I asked Robin to translate it earlier, she gave a different answer."
Upon hearing this, Olvia's expression changed slightly.
She never imagined, the person standing in her way would be Robin.
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