After Bege left, the Traveler set sail once again.
Inside the cabin, although Robin appeared calm on the surface, she was actually extremely uneasy.
Having spent ten years navigating the underworld of the West Blue, this was the first time she had ever heard of such a powerful "traveler"—someone even Capone Bege treated with deep respect.
Of course, what unsettled her the most was—
This traveler clearly knew who she was, yet still helped her deceive the Marines, and even intended to keep her by his side… as some kind of maid?
Is he serious?
Does the title "Devil of Ohara," a criminal wanted by the World Government… mean nothing to him?
Is making me his maid really that important?
Well… the behavior of a pervert truly couldn't be judged by normal standards—especially a ridiculously powerful one like him.
"Finally, some peace and quiet."
As the Traveler sailed steadily across the sea, Arashi poured himself another glass of red wine. Then he turned to Robin, who was maintaining a composed expression, and spoke calmly:
"Now then, let's continue our discussion about the maid matter."
"One month."
Arashi raised a finger, his tone gentle. "As punishment for stealing the Traveler without permission, you'll serve as my maid for one month. After that, we're even—you go back to being the Devil of Ohara in the West Blue, and I continue my journey. We go our separate ways. How about it?"
"Agreed."
Nico Robin answered without hesitation. "But I have one condition."
"No conditions."
Arashi waved his hand decisively. "As a maid, you must wear a maid outfit. And my orders—are absolute."
Robin's eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at him.
It's like he knows exactly what I'm thinking!
Is this… his Devil Fruit ability?
"I'm not a Devil Fruit user like that."
Arashi slowly walked up to her, smiling as he handed her the wine glass. "Here—finish it."
"Uh…"
Robin blinked, not daring to think too much. She took the glass and drank it in one go.
He really does know what others are thinking…
A trace of nervousness crept into her heart.
If that were true, then in front of Arashi… she was practically transparent.
"Um…"
After placing the glass down, Robin looked up, her gaze fixed on Arashi as she asked seriously:
"Mr. Arashi… since you already know who I am, aren't you worried that keeping me by your side will bring you trouble? My bounty is quite high."
Hearing this, Arashi turned slightly and pointed to a chest left behind by Bege and his men.
"There's 500 million Beli in there right now. Do you think I'd care about your bounty?"
"I know it hasn't been easy for you surviving in the West Blue all these years. Your curiosity and caution toward me are understandable."
"You're free to stay wary of me."
"But as a maid, you still have responsibilities."
"And we'll start right now—my left shoulder is sore again."
With Arashi being so straightforward, Robin couldn't continue questioning him.
But when she saw him turn around and present his back to her—clearly expecting a massage—her fists clenched again instinctively.
However, remembering that her Devil Fruit ability was completely ineffective against him, she quickly deflated. Lowering her head, she stepped forward and reached out to gently knead his shoulder.
"Mr. Arashi, if you're a traveler… is your next destination the royal capital of the Ilusia Kingdom?"
As she carefully placed her hands on his shoulder and saw that he didn't react, Robin tried to calm herself and even took the initiative to start a conversation.
Although she had encountered all kinds of people during her years in the West Blue—and used various methods to approach and manipulate them—
This was the first time she had ever interacted with someone like Arashi.
Her technique was clumsy, her movements uneven—sometimes too light, sometimes too heavy.
"I'm not sure yet."
Arashi blinked, then turned his head to look at Robin up close. Seeing her trying to appear composed despite her obvious embarrassment, he suppressed a smile.
"Since you're familiar with the West Blue, and you mentioned Ilusia Kingdom—then that'll be our next stop."
"Oh, and the first thing we'll do there is buy a few maid outfits. Understood?"
"Do I really have to wear them?"
Robin was no longer as conflicted as before. Having calmed down, her natural elegance and scholarly aura began to show.
In terms of temperament alone, someone like Nami—who grew up in an orange grove—couldn't quite compare to Robin, who had been raised among books and historical texts.
Graceful. Refined. Like a true lady of learning.
"You have to wear them."
Arashi gestured for Robin to sit in front of him, his expression serious.
"Not only that—I'll even help you with makeup. Otherwise, with your current appearance, you'll be recognized by the Marines instantly."
"M-Makeup?"
Robin's eyes widened in curiosity. "Mr. Arashi… you know how to do makeup?"
"Of course. Want to experience it?"
"Witchcraft!!!"
Robin instinctively took two steps back, looking at him warily.
"Haha, no need to be so nervous."
Arashi couldn't help but laugh. "The so-called three great 'evil arts' are plastic surgery, makeup, and Photoshop. You can ignore Photoshop for now—just understand the first two."
"I see…"
Relieved, Robin blinked again, growing even more curious about Arashi.
From everything she had seen and heard in the West Blue, she was certain—
This was the first time she had ever heard of a traveler named Arashi.
And based on his behavior, he truly did seem like nothing more than a traveler.
But now—
She could no longer describe him as "just" a traveler.
Because beneath his carefree and playful demeanor, he was meticulous… and overwhelmingly powerful.
Just how powerful?
Robin didn't know.
All she knew was—
Her abilities were completely useless against him.
And that was a harsh reality.
"Does the one-month agreement still stand?"
After gaining a rough understanding of him, Nico Robin looked up and spoke calmly:
"What I did—stealing your ship—was indeed wrong. So I accept this punishment and will honor the agreement."
"But only as a maid."
"You cannot make any… excessive demands."
"Excessive demands?"
Arashi's eyes narrowed slightly.
"Now that… is quite an interesting topic."
"We'll have to take some time to properly discuss what counts as 'excessive demands'…"
"…Ah, my right shoulder—my right shoulder is starting to feel sore again."
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