I collect everything in the One Piece world.

She would not allow the Buster Call's fire to devour her companions, this beautiful city, and countless innocent lives because of her "selfishness."

The tragedy of O'Hara, once is enough.

but……

Before she heads towards that predetermined dark end, let her savor this hard-won warmth one last time.

Let her look at them carefully, remember their smiles, and remember the feeling of "home".

Then, say goodbye to them properly.

Outside the window, the night was already deep.

Robin stood alone among the dimly lit bookshelves, clutching a book. His figure was thin and lonely, as if he had blended into the thick darkness.

Only those eyes, raised again, shone with a faint but determined light in the darkness.

Chapter 139, Robin's Night Raid: The Captain's Orders

[On Drum Island, in the royal dungeon, Belo Betty looked at the empty cell with a grim expression.]

Walber and Jess were no longer in the cell; instead, there was a large, dark hole in the corner.

Meanwhile, in the waters near Drum Island, Wahlbo and Jess were piloting a stolen small boat, trying to find a way to leave the area quickly.

"Ring ring~"

"I'm back, and I brought everyone gifts!"

As a wind chime rang, Robin pushed open the door to their temporary lodging and walked in.

Her face wore the same gentle smile as always, and her voice sounded perfectly normal. She was also carrying several delicate paper bags in her hand.

Inside the room, the card game between Mosen and his friends was in a tense standoff, with the outcome seemingly trending towards a one-sided victory.

Chopper's fluffy little face was almost completely covered with notes, leaving only his round, pitiful eyes showing.

Mosen had a "beard" made of paper stuck to his chin, while Nami had two "long eyebrows" that almost fell to her shoulders.

Only Baccarat remained elegant and composed, her face clean and even carrying a confident smile, clearly a resounding victory for her.

Upon seeing Robin return, Chopper felt like he had seen a savior. He immediately dropped the jumbled cards in his hand, ran over, and hugged Robin's leg.

"Waaaaah! Robin! You're finally back! Baccarat bullied me! I didn't win a single game! Morsen and Nami lost terribly too!"

Robin smiled as she looked at Chopper's adorable face, then squatted down and took a beautifully packaged little bag from the paper bag, handing it to Chopper: "Alright, alright, don't cry. Look what I brought you! It's that cotton candy from the place you said was really delicious last time."

"Marshmallow!" Chopper's grievances were instantly replaced by surprise. He quickly ripped the paper off his face and happily ate it, instantly forgetting his frustration at losing the game.

"Robin, you're the best!" Chopper mumbled, his face beaming with a satisfied and happy smile.

Then, Robin took out a rectangular box and handed it to Nami: "Nami, this is for you. It's a set of precision drawing tools handcrafted by artisans from Water 7. It's perfect for drawing sea charts and detailed nautical charts."

Nami took the box and opened it. Inside, there were various types of drawing pens, compasses, protractors, and several rulers and templates made of rare metals. The workmanship was extremely exquisite, and they were obviously very valuable.

"Wow! It's so beautiful! Thank you, Robin!" Nami's eyes lit up as she played with the gift. As a navigator with an extraordinary love for nautical charts, this gift was exactly what she wanted.

Then, Robin took out a small jewelry box and handed it to Bakara: "Bakara, this is for you."

"This is a four-leaf clover-shaped necklace, which is said to bring good luck. Although your 'lucky fruit' is already quite impressive, an extra bit of good fortune can't be a bad thing, right?"

"How beautiful!" Bakara took the box with some surprise and opened it. Inside was a simple yet exquisitely crafted platinum necklace. The pendant was a lifelike four-leaf clover, inlaid with tiny emeralds, which shimmered with a warm luster under the light.

“Thank you, Robin! I love it!” Bakara said as she put on the necklace. The green four-leaf clover swayed gently on her fair and full neck, looking just as beautiful as it had on her.

"What about mine? What about mine?" Morsen, sporting a large beard, leaned closer. "Doesn't the captain have a gift? That's so unfair!"

Robin looked at him, her smile deepening, tinged with a hint of slyness: "Captain, can't you just buy whatever you want yourself?"

"What! Are you isolating me?" Mosen said with great dissatisfaction, "You actually led the way in isolating the captain, you're something else!"

As he spoke, he looked at Nami and Baccarat's gifts with a hint of envy. These gifts were clearly made with care. But why did Robin suddenly think of giving gifts?

Seeing this, Nami immediately protected her newly acquired drawing tools: "Don't even think about it! Robin gave them to me!"

Bakara also protected the necklace around her neck: "That's right! A necklace doesn't suit you!"

Chopper nodded while chewing on a marshmallow: "Exactly!"

"What! Is that what you all think of me?" Mosen said helplessly.

"Hmph! I don't care. I'm going out tomorrow and buying myself a whole bunch of stuff. You won't get any of it!"

Seeing this, Robin smiled and whispered in his ear, "I'll give you your gift later."

Looking at Robin's mysterious appearance, Mosen's doubts deepened. Could it be that today is some special holiday that he doesn't remember?

Beside her, Nami was admiringly fiddling with her new tools when she casually asked, "Robin, didn't you say you were going to find books to read? Why did you bring back so many gifts?"

Robin's expression remained unchanged. As she tidied the paper bag containing the gifts, she replied naturally, "I was originally looking for books, but I saw these things on the way to the shopping street and thought you would like them, so I bought them while I was there."

"The handicrafts of the Seven Waters City are indeed very distinctive."

“It’s really beautiful!” Nami and Baccarat both nodded in agreement.

Chopper even held up the bag of marshmallows: "These marshmallows are super delicious!"

As Robin watched everyone's happy faces, a hint of indescribable tenderness and pain flashed deep in her eyes, but she quickly concealed it.

She walked to the card table, tidied up the empty seat left by Chopper, and said with a smile, "Looks like I've come back just in time. Chopper's not playing anymore, so I'll fill in for him."

"I really need to ask Bakara for some card-playing tips this time."

"Oh? Robin wants to play? That's great!" Bakara's eyes lit up. Robin rarely participated in this kind of game, but it was said that she was quite good at cards, so her initiative to ask for help piqued Bakara's interest.

“Then I won’t hold back,” Bakaramo said, rubbing his fists together.

Nami perked up too: "Robin, come quick! Let's defeat Baccarat, this 'Great Demon King' together!"

Mosen sat back down, shuffling the cards and laughing, "Looks like we need to add a powerful teammate."

Robin sat down with a smile and joined the game. She wasn't particularly engrossed in the game, and was even a little absent-minded, making several mistakes, which made Nami shout and Bakala couldn't help but laugh.

However, Robin always wore a gentle smile, watching everyone laugh and joke, occasionally apologizing for her clumsy card skills, her gaze lingering on everyone's face, as if she wanted to deeply imprint everyone's smile in her heart.

As Mosen played his cards, he kept an eye on Robin out of the corner of his eye.

Something's not right, something's very wrong!

The act of buying gifts on one's own initiative can be explained by "going along the way" or "seeing something suitable".

But when he actively joined the game, he was always distracted, and his eyes were always wandering, as if he was looking at something else through them.

Her smile remained gentle, but Mo Sen always felt that beneath that smile lay a lingering sadness.

Robin... Water Seven... CP9...

Mo Sen recalled the plot from his memory. Could it be unfolding like this again?

A possible guess vaguely emerged in Mo Sen's mind, but he did not show it immediately. He simply suppressed his doubts and continued to play along with the game, joking and laughing, as if he had not noticed anything.

It was late at night, and the card game ended.

Nami and Baccarat were still discussing the card game they had just played, while Chopper, clutching a half-eaten marshmallow, curled up on the sofa and fell asleep.

Robin smiled gently, said goodnight to everyone, and then returned to her room.

In the room, Mosen lay on the bed, his hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling, a multitude of clues intertwining and colliding in his mind.

“If that’s really the case…” Mosen’s eyes grew cold.

He would never allow that to happen, he would never allow Robin to bear everything alone again, he would protect his companion!

Just as his thoughts were churning,

Click.

The lock on his room door was suddenly opened, and the sound was unusually clear in the quiet room.

Before he could fully react, a figure carrying the fresh scent of a bath, mixed with a unique body fragrance, nimbly slipped into his bed like a fish, bringing a touch of coolness, and snuggled close to him.

Mosen's body stiffened slightly.

This aura doesn't belong to Bakala, it's... Robin!

He subconsciously lifted a corner of the blanket and, by the faint moonlight filtering in from the window, saw a familiar face so close to his.

Her long hair was slightly damp, draped over the pillow, and her eyes appeared exceptionally bright in the darkness, yet seemed to be shrouded in a complex and enigmatic shimmer.

She looked at him, a smile that was completely different from her usual gentle and reserved demeanor, carrying a hint of seduction.

"Robin, you..." Before Morsen could finish speaking, Robin tilted her head slightly and kissed his lips.

The kiss wasn't deep, but it carried a strange excitement and resolve.

“Mosen,” Robin murmured softly, a slight tremor in her voice, “didn’t you just ask where your gift was? Tonight, I am your gift…”

As she spoke, she kissed him again, this time more proactively and more deeply. Her arms wrapped around Morsen's neck, her soft body pressed tightly against him, as if she wanted to meld herself into his embrace and remember this feeling forever.

Mo Sen could feel the slight tremor in her body, the warmth of her lips, and the overwhelming sorrow and resolve beneath her unusual behavior.

This is by no means a natural expression of deep emotion; it is more like a farewell ceremony before departure.

Just as Robin's kiss grew more and more passionate, almost losing himself in this final tenderness, Morsen suddenly turned his head away, ending the kiss.

He placed his hands on Robin's shoulders, creating a slight distance between them, and gazed into her eyes in the darkness, which, despite her best efforts to conceal it, still betrayed a hint of panic and vulnerability.

"Robin, tell me, have the CP organization contacted you? Have they threatened you with something?"

Upon hearing this, Robin's body instantly froze.

The allure and heat that had just risen in her eyes vanished as quickly as if extinguished by ice water, leaving only shock and a hint of panic at being seen through.

She stared wide-eyed at Mosen in disbelief, her lips parted slightly but no sound came out.

How could he have known? How could he have guessed? He had concealed it so well...

Seeing Robin's almost tacit response, Mosen's last glimmer of hope vanished. Just as he suspected, his unease and suspicions had been confirmed.

All of Robin's unusual behavior tonight, including the heartwarming gift, the lingering gaze, and the bold "night raid," now has an explanation.

This wasn't an uncontrollable emotion; it was a long-planned, desperate farewell.

“I knew you were acting strange tonight.” Morsen’s voice was soft, yet carried an undeniable certainty. “I always felt like you were saying goodbye, and now it’s even more so…”

“This isn’t like you, Robin. You wouldn’t act like this unless something happened.”