A few days after the incident
Galan and Olvia were sailing to Water 7, Olvia suggested bringing more Marines as a cover up but Galan refused because they had always been traveling like this, if they changed suddenly, it would be suspicious.
Olvia was secretly happy and laid on the beach chair, exposing herself in relaxation. Galan looked at her and stared at her bare breasts for a moment, not understanding why she was always nearly naked near him.
He wasn't complaining exactly, just confused… She lowered her sunglasses and pursed her lips at him, giggling "You like what you see~?" Galan furrowed his brows, replying "Don't hate it… I'm indifferent…" Olvia pouted and pressed them together, he sighed and rolled his eyes "Amazing."
She snorted and turned away, "I leave them out for you and you react like this, maybe I should find someone else." Galan frowned and turned to his snails, saying "No." she looked over and raised her sunglasses, looking at him, asking "Huh?" Galan crossed his arms and snorted "You're not going anywhere."
Olvia's eyes sparkled and she jumped on him, laughing "Yes, honey~!" while pressing her breasts around his arm, giggling happily. Galan ignored her and she kissed him before resting her head on his shoulder.
He sighed and let her do what she wanted. Even catching her when she leaned backwards. Olvia was happy, he was finally starting to open up a bit! This was the first step towards acceptance!
She got off him and walked to the beach chair, her long legs sparkling in the sunlight. She held her chin and thought about it. When did she fall in love with him exactly? She couldn't remember anymore…
The longest she can remember was when she saw his actions alone she felt pity but as she interacted with him and dug up information… The pity turned into shock and disbelief!
She couldn't understand how one man could take so much and still be so kind in his heart… Contrary to popular belief, she wasn't a trophy assistant… Most of the times, her ideas spark plans… Plus she was nearly Admiral level strength! Had to have been, she'd been training for 22 years!
Not normal training, extremely intense and grueling training from hell.
However, now that she looks bad at the time she's spent with him, she recalls those memories fondly. She rubbed her head gently, maybe not all of those times… She was lucky she didn't get brain damage…
Actually, Galan controlled his strength extremely well and knew where to hit her… Even if she wanted brain damage, she wouldn't get it.
But she didn't know that!
Olvia thought she was lucky, for a time she really hated him. Really a lot, putting her daughter through such things, putting her through such things… She was already grieving her dead husband at that time…
Olvia sighed sadly to herself as she walked to the taffrails of the ship, finding it truly harder and harder to remember him… She felt bad. That man was Robin's father and her own mother couldn't even remember what he looked like…
Her delicate hands gripped the taffrails tightly, but how could she be blamed? He died over 30 years ago! Robin didn't know what he looked like either… She sighed to herself, feeling like a bad mother suddenly.
Maybe it was selfish of her to fall in love again? But the opposite was true, why did she have to keep his memories alive? As difficult as it was to say, he quite literally had no impact on their lives…
She turned her head and looked at Galan, who was staring at the snail array with a shotgun next to him… She smiled slightly, this man had more of an impact on them than anyone in the world.
It was probably when she found out that he was secretly protecting Robin… She smiled sweetly to herself, turning back around.
That was definitely it.
The sea breeze blew her hair and she smiled gently, putting her hair behind her ear. If she was a bad mother, so be it. Galan did more for them than Rourke ever did. She had been selfless after Rourke died, leaving Robin alone for his dream… Let her be selfish this one time.
She sat on the taffrails and crossed her legs, the wind in her hair as she smiled gently. Her entire being in an extremely beautiful state at the moment.
Galan looked over and found it hard to say he wasn't entranced. He closed his eyes and turned back, his mind filled with her figure. He shook his head and opened his eyes, tapping on a snail.
The snail took a picture of Olvia before Galan stopped looking at her. She was beautiful, but he had more important things to do! After convincing himself, he went back to receiving reports from the snails…