C561 I'll Grant You Seven Days of Heavy Rain

"MISS. All Sunday. Is there really an unknown enemy here?" A low voice echoed in the crowd.

A figure that looked like an iron tower with bulging muscles was hidden in a sand cloak that was clearly out of place with the refugees.

He was dressed like an ascetic monk. It gave off an inexplicable sense of firmness.

Standing behind him was Nico Robin, the vice president of the Baroque Workshop