Chapter 29: The Slaughter Has Begun
"Robin," Rosse calmly looked at Robin, his tone indifferent, "I never promised you to spare Dr. Clover's life."
"Ah...", Robin was so scared by Rosse's gaze that she stopped crying.
Even if Rosse didn't use Conqueror's Haki, just possessing it meant that every movement, even a glance, carried immense power over ordinary people.
"Alright, Olvia, back to our previous topic," Rosse was still holding that pile of documents in his left hand, speaking unhurriedly, "If you want to continue studying the Poneglyphs, fine, I'll allow it."
"Really?"
Hearing that she could still survive and continue her research, Olvia's eyes lit up instantly.
Dr. Clover was already dead, never to return.
Those who were still alive could only help fulfill Dr. Clover's last wish, to continue studying the Poneglyphs and bring the missing 100 years of history to light.
The entire world's history had a gap of a full century.
900 years ago, the world of pirates was still in chaos.
And just 800 years ago, the World Government was established, and order slowly began to form in the pirate world, continuing to this day.
Any scholar researching history would be interested in the missing 100 years.
What kind of history would be sealed away by the World Government and forbidden to be studied?
In their eyes, history belongs to everyone in this world; the World Government shouldn't stop people from learning the truth.
With this belief, countless people had pushed forward, which eventually led to the Ohara of today.
Olvia was born and raised in such an environment and had already taken uncovering that history as her faith.
Even if she had to abandon everything, she would reveal that history.
"It's very simple. I have this many sheets of paper in my hand, each representing one Ohara life. For every person you kill with your own hands, I'll give you one sheet."
"If you can get all the papers, I'll allow you to study that history," Rosse said playfully.
"How can I be sure you'll keep your word?", Olvia asked nervously.
She knew very well that unless Rosse permitted it, everyone else in Ohara would have to die today.
If it could grant her the right to study the truth, this deal could be made.
She would carry everyone's will forward.
"I promise in the name of the Jaygarcia family," Rosse said calmly, "You should understand what this surname represents."
"I know, one of the Five Elders' surnames," Olvia nodded slightly. As someone who studied history, she understood the significance of that name.
Even a Celestial Dragon couldn't break a promise made under their surname. If word got out, Rosse would be disowned by the Celestial Dragons.
She was a smart person.
At least, with her current value, it wasn't enough for Rosse to exchange one for one.
"Do it. There are 39 documents in total. This gun has 8 bullets, one has been used, so 7 left. I'll give you four magazines, just enough."
Rosse handed the silver pistol to Olvia, not worried at all about her turning on him.
Not to mention that beside him stood Zephyr, a Marine Admiral-level powerhouse, and Zannie, a Warlord-level fighter. This weak little pistol's bullets wouldn't even scratch him without being coated in Armament Haki.
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[Host: Rosse]
[Power: 815132/600000 (C, Marine Headquarters Rear Admiral)]
[Overall Rating: A (Surviving outside relies entirely on status)]
[Skills: Conqueror's Wrath, Conqueror's Haki (B), Ancient Language (B), Swordsmanship (C), Gun Techniques (C), Physical Techniques (C)...]
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With his current C-rank physique, regular musket fire was already ineffective against him.
"I'M SORRY!", Olvia took the gun and suddenly shouted out in guilt.
Then...
BANG!
She pulled the trigger, and a historian kneeling on the ground fell immediately.
"I'M SORRY..."
"I'M SORRY..."
"..."
Olvia kept calling out helpless apologies, her eyes filled with sorrow and pain.
But her hands did not hesitate at all.
Each gunshot meant the loss of a life.
"Uncle Oka!"
"No! Auntie Meina!"
"Stop it, Mom, stop killing Grandpa Mode!"
"..."
Robin watched as her own mother killed the scholars who once taught her. Her tears had long soaked her face, and she couldn't speak from sobbing.
Compared to Olvia, whom she barely knew, the people who had truly accompanied her were these historians.
It was thanks to their acceptance that she found motivation to study history, and became an official scholar at just 8 years old.
And now.
The kind uncles, aunties, grandpas, and grandmas were being slaughtered by her mother… no, by Olvia.
'Why?'
'Why?'
'Why did Uncle Verlan choose to commit suicide for his family, while my mother have to go this far?'
'Is researching the Poneglyphs really that important?'
Important enough that even after ensuring her own and Robin's survival, she still had to personally kill those who were kind to her?
Everyone always said that Olvia was a kind person.
"SOME-SOMEONE SAVE THEM!!!"
Robin cried out in helplessness, but everyone present only silently watched this scene unfold.
Her own mother, Olvia, kept saying "sorry" as she slaughtered, and even when blood stained her face, she didn't seem to mind.
Robin tried to stop her again and again, but Olvia pretended not to hear, continuing to raise her gun and fire.
Some historians tried to escape, but with a circle of CP9 agents around them, there was no chance to run.
If they dared to flee, they were kicked back in front of Olvia by CP9. Like lambs lined up to be shot next.
"Save them?", Rosse calmly watched Olvia's slaughter. After all, not every historian was like Verlan.
Among them, Olvia was likely the one most obsessed with history.
Rosse suddenly turned his head and playfully pinched Robin's cheek, "Since you want it so badly, I'll give you a chance to save them."
Immediately, Robin's lifeless eyes lit up with joy as she looked at Rosse in surprise.
Rosse clapped his hands, stopping Olvia from continuing the slaughter.
Olvia's arms dropped, and she lifelessly looked at Rosse.
From the moment she fired the first shot, Olvia's heart had already died.
"Saint Rosse, have I finished?"
"You've killed 24, 15 more to go. Not enough."
Rosse shook his head, glancing at the few remaining people, speaking in a low voice, yet loud enough for everyone to hear, "Not many left. I'll count each person as two. I won't stop them from fighting back. Oh right, whoever kills you today will be allowed to leave alive. But they must represent Ohara and publicly admit the mistake of researching forbidden history."
"Anyone willing to accept can start resisting. Those who aren't, just wait peacefully for death."
"Rosse, didn't you say you promised to let Olvia leave alive?", Robin anxiously tugged on Rosse's clothes, and at some point, the way she addressed Olvia had already changed.
"I promised you that the Navy and World Government won't act. But if it's her own companions, I can't help that. Besides, this is the path your mother chose herself," Rosse gently shook his head and ignored Robin's pleas.
'If you haven't seen the deepest darkness, how can you truly fall into darkness?'
'Will you still believe in the so-called companions?'
'You, who were betrayed by your own mother, will you still believe in the so-called salvation?'
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