Chapter Five: Robin's Tears

Camille couldn’t help but be mesmerized as he looked at the adorable little girl before him. Young Robin was truly cute.

Robin, noticing the way Camille was staring at her, asked curiously, “Camille, what are you looking at?”

Startled by Robin’s question, Camille’s face flushed with embarrassment. He quickly straightened his head and frantically reassured himself: I am not a lolicon, I am not a lolicon, I am not a lolicon. Only after repeating this three times in his heart did he turn to meet Robin’s curious gaze and answered earnestly, “I just saw a little bug on your head. Let me get it for you.” His serious expression gave no hint of his earlier guilty conscience.

Robin’s face changed upon hearing there was a bug on her head. “Then hurry and take it off!”

Camille quickly brushed his hand over Robin’s hair and tossed something behind him—of course, there was nothing there.

“It’s gone now,” Camille said sheepishly.

“Thank you, Camille,” Robin replied gratefully, showing no sign of having noticed Camille’s earlier expression.

“Hehe, it’s nothing, really,” Camille replied, unable to stop himself from taking Robin’s small hand in his own. Together, they tilted their heads back and began counting the seagulls in the sky.

Unbeknownst to them, the sun had already climbed high overhead. Robin, noticing the time, realized it was almost time to return.

“Camille, I have to go home for lunch now,” Robin said as she stood up. It wasn’t that she didn’t want Camille to come with her, but she was afraid that if Camille learned about her situation, he might not want to spend time with her anymore.

Camille read Robin’s expression and immediately understood. After some thought, he decided it was best for Robin to leave that home.

“Robin, why don’t I come to your house for a bit?” he said, watching her reaction.

Robin’s body trembled slightly at his words, and just as she was about to object, Camille took her by the hand and led her down the little path at the edge of the woods.

Of course, Camille knew what Robin wanted to say, but he didn’t let her voice it—he didn’t want to embarrass her.

As they walked along the wooded path, Robin glanced at this big brother she hadn’t known for long, feeling a little afraid he might leave her. Subconsciously, she gripped Camille’s hand even tighter.

Sensing Robin’s anxiety, Camille said nothing but also tightened his hold on her small hand and kept walking forward.

The streets of Ohara bustled with activity, merchants selling all manner of goods.

Camille thought to himself: There’s still a celestial sword in my spatial ring, but I definitely can’t wield it yet. When I have time, maybe I’ll try my hand at pirate hunting, earn some Berries, and buy a sword for fun.

He’d been in the world of One Piece for several days, but still didn’t even know what a Berry looked like.

Passing by a nearby blacksmith’s shop, he wondered if there might be any treasures inside. If Zoro could find two famed swords in a small, short-lived town like Loguetown, then in a historic city like Ohara, there ought to be some good finds. After all, in a few years, this place would vanish.

He had considered the Ohara incident that would happen in four years, but after thinking it through, he decided to let events take their course. When the time came, all he needed to do was protect Robin and keep her from suffering a life on the run.

As for Robin’s mother, he would worry about that later.

At that moment, passersby on the road noticed the two children walking hand in hand.

Most people recognized Robin. Some frowned and muttered, “Who is that kid, and why is he with that little monster?”

Robin heard the whispers around them and, not wanting Camille to be judged by association, tried to slip her hand out of his.

Camille’s brow furrowed as he listened to the townsfolk’s comments. Sensing Robin’s attempt to pull away, he tightened his grip.

Robin, feeling Camille’s reassuring squeeze, lowered her head and stopped struggling.

Soon they reached the place where Robin now lived. At the door stood a little blonde girl, about two or three years old.

The little girl glanced at Robin, then at Camille, before turning and running inside.

Camille recognized the child—she was probably Robin’s uncle’s daughter, her younger cousin. He merely frowned and thought nothing more of it.

Not long after, as they approached the door, a man in his thirties stepped outside. He had a head of black hair and, truth be told, was fairly handsome. (A mere side character, after all—Robin’s whole family was good-looking.)

The man glanced at Robin, then at Camille, and said, “Who are you? Why are you with our Robin? Robin, come here. After you eat, wash the dishes.” He spoke loudly.

Robin’s body trembled at his words. Camille, sensing her fear, gripped her little hand tightly and said, “You must be Robin’s uncle. From now on, Robin will be living with me. She has nothing more to do with you. I can see how you’ve treated her in the past.”

Robin was stunned by Camille’s words and looked up at her mother’s brother, about to say something.

The man suddenly burst out laughing, “You? A little brat, and you want to take Robin away? Can you provide for her? No way! Get lost!” He bellowed arrogantly, drawing the attention of the surrounding crowd.

Hearing her uncle’s words, Robin flinched again, feeling Camille’s grip on her tighten until she could no longer bring herself to speak.

Looking at the detestable man before him, Camille felt his anger rise. Hmph, so arrogant.

Did he not realize Camille was only a few years old now? How could anyone take him seriously?

Camille raised his free right hand, palm open. Suddenly, a ball of lightning appeared, rapidly growing until it reached a diameter of ten meters, crackling with electricity. He could make it even larger, but there was no need.

The man broke out in a cold sweat at the sight of the lightning sphere hovering above Camille’s hand. “You’re a Devil Fruit user?” The people around were so frightened they fell to the ground, muttering, “Monster, monster!”

“Hmph. Since you know I’m a Devil Fruit user, you should also know that Robin, like me, is a Devil Fruit user. And yet you still treated her this way. Now I’m taking her away. Don’t bother her again.” With that, he ignored the man, turned, and led Robin towards the little cabin by the sea.

Hearing the comments of the townsfolk along the way, Camille couldn’t help but find it amusing. Monster? Hmph. Should he call their ignorance or their foolishness to blame? Devil Fruits were such wonderful things, yet they thought them monstrous. Perhaps ignorance truly is a crime.

Before long, Camille brought Robin back to the seaside. Feeling the small hand in his and gazing at the vast ocean before them, Camille, under Robin’s surprised gaze, embraced her.

“Robin, from now on, you are not only my little sister, but you will also be my wife one day. Remember that,” Camille said, his expression earnest.

Robin, though young, understood what “wife” meant. Her cheeks flushed, tears welled in her eyes, and she whispered, “Mmm. Camille, you treat me so well. I’ll definitely become your wife in the future.”

Hearing Robin’s words, Camille finally felt at ease. He hugged the little girl in his arms even tighter.

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