confused.
The little boy laughed. "Well, old women who always walk like that," he stretched the tip of his nose up as far as possible and stood on tiptoe.
Robin had to smile "No, we are not proud, will you take us there anyway? Please, it's very urgent."
The little boy nodded and led them.
Robin followed him willingly and Nami was forced to go with him too.

"Here we are," announced her guide proudly.
Nami raised an eyebrow, because the tower of the huge building had collapsed except for a small, tiny remnant, which was just supported by a small scaffold.
"What a ramshackle ...", the orange-haired mumbled.
That's why they probably couldn't have seen the tower, it had simply collapsed."What happened there?" Asked the navigator and pointed to the pathetic rest of the tower.
The boy shrugged his shoulders, "Unfortunately I can't say that, the tower has collapsed since I can remember."
Robin nodded, that looked interesting to her.
Why did this tower collapse?
She really wanted to find out, but first they should go inside the cathedral.
"Wait a minute, Robin," Nami stopped the black-haired woman. Then she turned to the little boy
"Tell me, why aren't you in the service? Today is Christmas after all."
The little one cocked his head, "Tomorrow is Christmas, always on the morning of Christmas Day."
Robin listened eagerly, apparently some things were different in this world, but that was an advantage now. So at least they didn't burst into a service but had the cathedral to some extent to themselves.
"I have to go then. Have fun praying!"
With that the little boy said goodbye and ran away.
Nami looked after the little one a little longer, she already couldn't stand the nervous dwarf and she didn't even know why.
"Let's go," said Nami and looked around. A sigh escaped her.
Robin had left her alone.
She quickly climbed the icy stairs herself and stepped inside the cathedral.
She had quickly spotted the black-haired woman, who stood in front of a ladder in silence.
Nami stepped up to Robin and looked into her pale face. "Robin, are you all right?"
The answer was a shake of the head, "no, something is wrong here."
Nami didn't know what the black-haired woman meant. She touched the wood in front of her, it seemed like a perfectly normal ladder.
Suddenly an old woman came up to them. "Good evening," she greeted and simply walked through the stairs. As if it weren't there at all, as if the ladder were air.
Nami was now a little scared too. Something was really wrong here.
Her gaze went up, she wanted to know where this ladder led.
The cathedral had a huge dome as a roof and was at an extreme height.
Murals of angels and beautiful people adorned every inch of the wall.
But where the ladder ended, there was a small wooden level to be seen. The plain didn't look stable, more like a small tree house, but why was something like that built in a cathedral?
Robin's fingers trembled slightly as she closed both hands around the sides of the ladder and put one foot on the first rung.
"You don't want to go up there," Nami's voice sounded warning and worried.
"What should happen?" Robin said dryly and slowly climbed the ladder.
"You could fall off," Nami shouted. She quickly looked around, hopefully no one was here anymore.
"Oh come on," Robin looked down over her shoulder and smiled at Nami. Even if she fell, she could easily use her devil power to save herself."Forget it! I will definitely not climb up there!", Stubborn as she was, she stood up and crossed her arms in front of her chest.
Robin was fine too, then she would be the only one to see what was on this level.
It was well and happily ten meters to the wooden level, but that was already damned high up. Again and again the ladder swayed dangerously and Nami had to hold on to it, which Robin thanked her with a smile.
The black-haired woman hurried up the last few meters, the sooner she was on this level the better.
The archaeologist's eyes wandered interestedly over the small wooden plain. There was just an old chair in the middle, nothing else. But there was something unusual about this place.
Wait a minute, there was something.
"Nami," she called downstairs.
"Yes?"
"Open the book," demanded Robin from the orange-haired woman.
She took the book from the floor and opened it. For a while nothing happened, but as suddenly as the last few times it began to glow light blue and letters were written again.
~
Whoever you are,
you have to search for what is mine.
A lonely chair symbolizes death
and an angel represents immortality.
Connect death and immortality,
then you will find what should have been mine.
~
Nami read the words out loud and Robin listened carefully.
At first she didn't know what to do with it, but she would solve the riddle.
Robin went to the chair and looked at it. Yes, such a lonely chair really conveyed something of a death.
But what was in common with the angel?
Again she let her gaze wander. There had to be an angel here somewhere.
Robin saw one painted on the wall by the dome above her.
It was a simple but beautiful angel. The angel had long blond hair and was holding a torch with a fire in his hand. That had to be the sign of immortality. But how was she supposed to get hold of it, there was clearly something about connecting.
Robin thought hard, what could that mean?
The chair and the angel on the wall, she had to combine these two things.
Robin suddenly had an idea, she took the chair and placed it under the angel painting.
Next she put herself on the chair, which creaked dangerously and threatened to collapse under her weight.
The angel was now available, she just had to stretch out her hand.
She took a deep breath before touching the flame on the angel statue.
A real flood of joy and sadness flowed through her. A real battle seemed to be being fought within her. A fight without end. Death and immortality were constant competitors, but mostly death won.
Robin let go of the statue. No, she no longer wanted to fight between life and death.
"You are a smart girl."
Robin looked around, there was someone. A man as she could tell by the voice.Only when she turned around did she recognize this man.
A man with a light beard and messy brown hair. His face was wrinkled and made him look old. But what stunned Robin most was the fact that this man was semi-transparent.
A ghost?
"Who are you?" She asked briskly. This man did not look friendly to her.
"I'm Don Alonso, and you are the one who will soon notice what it means to make me visible!", He stalked to Robin and gave her an angry look.
The black-haired man became queasy when she looked into the angry face, which was only so marked with hatred and dissatisfaction.
That scared her a bit, especially since this Don Alonso still had such a deep and terrifying voice.
The ghost reached out a hand and grabbed the black-haired woman, but its grip just went through her and Robin didn't even feel a tickle.
Robin had to grin nastily, so the guy couldn't harm her.
"Are you a ghost?" She asked.
"What's that got to do with you," his voice sounded pained, slightly incredulous. As if he couldn't believe someone was asking him, but he still didn't like the question.
"Well, if I made you visible and you don't want that. What would happen if I told everyone about you? Whether that would be better for you," Robin had to smile smugly, she was into a kind of game.
Don Alonso snorted, "yes, I am a ghost. Is that enough for you!" He growled more than he said.
Robin raised her hand, "don't be so rude," she admonished the ghost.
"The cruel world made me that, I can't help it," he hissed.
"What do you mean?", Robin sat on the chair that was still there and waited for the ghost to speak.
"That's none of your business. Just get out of here and leave me alone", Don Alonso turned his back on the black-haired man.
"Now wait a minute, I don't want to harm you. Trust me."
When the ghost heard the word trust, it just became infinitely sad and so incredibly angry at the same time. That word cleared entire novels of emotion in him, and they were all just bad feelings, not a single one of them was good.
He associated so many bad things with that single word.
"I gave up trust a long time ago," were his only words.
He just hoped this black-haired woman wouldn't get on his nerves too much with that word.
Robin got up again and slowly walked over to the ghost. These words from the book went through her head again, that she would find what should actually be hers. Was that what he meant? Was that what it meant to the spirit called Don Alonso?
But what connection did he represent?
"Do you happen to know anyone by the name of Soraya?"
The man glanced at Robin angrily. "Don't mention this name again," he threatened her in a sharp voice.Robin raised his hands, "I understand."
She went back to the ladder and slowly descended. She glanced briefly at the ghost. Don Alonso sat in the chair and stared straight ahead.
Robin suddenly felt infinite pity. What must have happened to this person again?

She arrived downstairs with mixed feelings and first had to tell Nami what she had found up there.
"A real ghost?" The orange-haired woman asked curiously over and over again. That really sounded a bit too adventurous to her.
"Yes, a real ghost. It seems to me that something has made him unhappy. If I only knew what."
"Maybe that's in this diary", Nami opened the book again and waited a moment.
It lit up again and gave a price to letters.
~
Whoever you are,
you are smart and i hope in you.
Convince my loved one
look for 3d45 and the photo that's hidden in it.
Because what should have been mine
tries to forget me
~
"What is 3d45?", Nami couldn't figure it out and she didn't even think that Robin knew what that meant.
But then she knew the black-haired