Lord of the Truth

Flora blinked a few times before nodding quickly. ”Of course, Your Excellency. These prisoners are yours, and this pyramid exists only because of your command. You are free to do whatever you see fit, but…” She hesitated slightly. ”Why are you addressing me specifically? Aro is the one who oversees the organization of the pyramid.”

Robin chuckled. ”Because Aro will be busy elsewhere— preparing the Third Army, to be precise.” His voice carried a certain finality. ”Hasnʼt you seen him working for more than two weeks already? You can take his place and assume control over Orphanʼs Blood from now on.”

Aroʼs expression twisted in disbelief. ”Your Excellency… This isnʼt funny anymore,” he muttered, clearly shaken.

Haros, who had been silent until now, scoffed and eyed Aro from head to toe, his expression unreadable. Then he turned to Robin, his voice filled with skepticism. ”This is the one you want me to assist? He doesnʼt even have the courage to consider leading an army. Just give me command instead— Iʼll build you an army that will crush both the First and Second Armies combined!”

Robin let out a low chuckle, shaking his head in amusement.

”You think you can create an army that would surpass the First and Second combined?” Aroʼs tone was light, but his gaze was sharp. ”Do you even understand the strength of either of them? Do you know who Caesar is? Who Sakaar is?”

Aro, now visibly irritated, clenched his fists. ”Arrogant. Loose-tongued and utterly ignorant of your place and the basics about the Empire. Who do you think you are to speak like this, my so-called right hand?”

Robin merely smirked, patting Haros on the back. ”This one?” He tilted his head toward Haros as if introducing him for the first time. ”This is Haros—the Tenth Marshal.”

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