Olvia was actually a very conflicted person.
Her concern for Robin was real, and her feelings were genuine.
Even so, Olvia was able to leave two-year-old Robin in Ohara and follow the archaeology team to sea to search for the secret of the Void Century.
The original work once explained that her obsession with history stemmed from her husband, that unknown minor character.
But even if her husband's dying wish was to uncover the truth of the Void Century, it shouldn't have led her to abandon her two-year-old daughter, should it?
She could have at least waited until her daughter was a bit older!
From this, it's clear that Olvia's obsession with the poneglyphs had surpassed Robin's place in her heart.
This is also a common problem for many people in this world.
Yasopp abandoned his wife and child; Olvia was slightly better, only abandoning her child.
Garin was even more outrageous, directly stabbing Shanks and Shamrock's mother to death.
Blake was puzzled; they weren't Blake people, so how did they awaken a racial talent?
Therefore, Blake's attitude towards Olvia was quite cold.
When Olvia and Robin came out of the room, both with red eyes, Blake called them over.
"Olvia, how far along is your investigation?"
Blake's words made Olvia's heart skip a beat. She, who had been softly sobbing, immediately stopped crying and forced herself to sound composed:
"Your Highness, what investigation are you referring to? We are merely studying history."
Blake sneered:
"'Merely studying history,' indeed."
"Alright, since you're playing dumb with me, I won't ask any more questions."
"From now on, you cannot leave this manor."
"Robin, you keep an eye on her. If she leaves the manor, I will personally execute her."
With that, Blake flicked his sleeve and turned to leave.
After being reincarnated as a Celestial Dragon, Blake rarely got angry.
After all, he was already a World Noble, what more could he want?
However, at this point, Olvia was still playing dumb with him, which made him a bit angry.
According to Aramaki, he had already clearly explained to Olvia about CP's investigation into the Ohara archaeology team.
If, under these circumstances, Olvia still couldn't realize that the archaeology team's secret had been exposed, then she could sit at a table with Whitebeard's Second Son.
Even so, she still held onto a sliver of hope.
This made Blake, who already had a poor impression of her, completely unwilling to care about her fate.
So Blake's words just now were serious.
Allowing Olvia to live in the manor as a Slave actually carried a bit of risk.
If she were truly discovered, it could be explained away, but it would still be a minor hassle for Blake.
If Olvia was still thinking about her Ancient Script and the Void Century,
Then, before she caused an even bigger problem, Blake had to get rid of her.
Even if Robin resented him for it, he had to do it... On the other side, Spandine had once again arrived at the Room of Authority.
The heavy metal door silently closed behind Spandine, cutting off all light and noise from the outside.
The conference room in the Room of Authority was filled with a suffocating atmosphere, causing Spandine to tremble every time he came here.
The Gorosei were seated on either side of the long table.
Spandine's standing position was strictly controlled about two meters from the long table, heels together in an attention stance, hands pressed tightly to his trouser seams, body slightly tilted forward to show respect.
This was the standard posture Spandine had painstakingly devised for appearing before the Gorosei; it neither trespassed into the same spatial domain as the Gorosei nor did it prevent him from being summoned at any moment.
His back was rigid as a steel plate, his gaze always lowered, and a fawning smile was plastered onto his face like a mask.
It must be said that Spandine, as a sycophantic and tyrannical scoundrel, had his reasons for reaching his current position.
Everyone who succeeds is extraordinary, even Spandine.
"Do the ants of Ohara truly dare to touch the taboo?!"
Warcury tapped his fingertips on the table.
He had his back to the sun, and the sunlight fell on his round head, making Warcury's scalp gleam.
His two bushy mustaches twitched, appearing quite comical.
But his words were utterly devoid of warmth:
"Are they truly researching the poneglyphs, attempting to uncover the truth of the Void Century?"
Cold sweat seeped from Spandine's forehead. He maintained his attention stance and took a half-step forward, but his toes never crossed the pre-set position:
"Your subordinate has arrested them all, but... they refuse to cooperate with the interrogation."
"The archaeology team insists that exploring the poneglyphs is the right of scholars..."
"They even... they even said the Government is concealing the truth!"
"Useless!"
Peter slammed the table, startling Spandine into a shudder.
"If you can't even deal with a group of scholars, what good is CP9?"
"What 'right of scholars'? Besides the World Government, no one has any rights!"
Spandine's Adam's apple bobbed. He suddenly snapped back into a standard military posture, his voice abruptly rising:
"Precisely! Your subordinate suggests initiating a Buster Call!"
"Let the Marine use cannon fire to wipe Ohara off the map, as a warning to others!"
Mars slightly narrowed his eyes:
"Interesting... a Buster Call?"
His tall stature meant his eyes were already small, and combined with his long straight hair and long beard, his eyes were almost invisible.
"Yes! Lord Gorosei! The World Government's prestige cannot be challenged!"
Spandine's legs remained as still as if nailed to the ground, his body always at the predetermined distance, his tone a nearly frantic fawning:
"Those fools researching Ancient Script must be utterly crushed, otherwise other islands will follow suit!"
Saturn suddenly raised his hand, and the conference room fell into dead silence.
"Spandine, you seem to have forgotten your place."
His gaze pierced the other's spine like an ice pick:
"CP9 is merely our dog, and a dog... should not decide how its master tears apart prey."
Spandine's legs gave out, and he fell to his knees with a thud, saying in a fluster:
"Your subordinate is foolish! Lord Gorosei!"
"But a Buster Call can achieve another objective."
"Fleet Admiral Kong is advanced in years, and he was defeated by a pirate..."
"After waking up this time, his body is even worse than before..."
He was smarter this time, not finishing his sentence.
But the Gorosei already understood his meaning.
Kong had been defeated by Patrick Redfield in a one-on-one battle.
The impact of this incident had not yet fully subsided.
If they took this opportunity to have him leave the Marine, or even leave the sea... then it would both assert the Marine's authority and put an end to the incident of Kong's defeat.
Nusjuro suddenly burst into laughter, his laughter echoing through the room:
"What a brilliant move, killing two birds with one stone! Executing a Buster Call on Ohara can both deter the sea and bring new blood to the Marine."
"Let those other restless scholars see that Ohara is their cautionary tale!"
He turned to look at the four people beside him:
"What do you all think?"
Saturn slowly nodded:
"It is indeed a good idea, but after Kong steps down, the only person who seems capable of succeeding him as Fleet Admiral is 'Sengoku the Buddha'."
Peter chimed in:
"Sengoku is also quite obedient, so let him be in charge of this Buster Call."
"Tell him that once the Buster Call is over, it will be time for his promotion to Fleet Admiral."
"Agreed."
"Agreed."
"Agreed."