girl badly.
"We have to go to a library," Robin announced knowingly.
Nami had to swallow, that would take hours again.

"… 3b,… 3c,… 3d! There it is", beaming with joy, Robin went to the large shelf on the wall and looked for number 45.
Nami, on the other hand, just trotted along tiredly. They have already walked through these huge rooms for a full hour and were looking for the shelf 3d. 3d was a term from a sorting system of some old libraries. So you could easily find books again without having to search for a long time. Only, this search turned out to be more time-consuming than expected, there was simply far too little light and too many books.
The darkness had already taken hold when they finally found the shelf.
Nami wondered if the others were worried about where they'd been gone for so long. Nami sighed, her ship was now in the hands of men. That could be cheerful.
"Got it," said the archaeologist and pulled the book with the number 3d45 from the shelf.
A thick layer of dust had already formed on the envelope and Robin had to blow with all his might so that the coarsest flew away.
She quickly opened the book, which turned out to be a photo album.
Nami looked over Robin's shoulder and looked at the photos. The photos had to be ancient recordings. Yellowed and in black and white, the people in the pictures looked more dead than alive, although she no longer thought that these people were really still alive.
"We have to find a certain photo," said Robin and turned the page.
"Probably this Soraya. After all, we have her diary," concluded the orange-haired woman.“If we knew what it looks like, it would be a lot easier.” Robin turned the page to reveal pictures that were probably taken at Christmas. There laughing people stood around a piano and enjoyed life. Another picture showed two children standing under a mistletoe. Just for fun, the boy in the picture kissed the little girl on the cheek. The black-haired woman thought it was too cute.
The next picture was a lot more romantic, a young couple could be seen dancing tightly embraced. Robin held the picture very close to her nose, somehow the man in the picture looked familiar to her.
Yes, that was Don Alonso, the ghost she met earlier. Coincidence? No, the woman in his arms must have been Soraya. But only her back could be seen, no face and no idea of ​​what she might have looked like.
Robin carefully removed the picture from the book and corrected it to Nami. She quickly looked at the rest of the pages. As she had suspected, there was no other picture with Don Alonso.
Robin carefully closed the album and put it back in its place. They had found what they wanted, now all they had to do was go to Don Alonso and show him. Did this bring anything?

Robin tucked the book under her chin and climbed the ladder again.
It had been damn difficult to get back into the cathedral. Somebody had locked it. But Nami wouldn't be Nami if she hadn't solved this obstacle easily. Robin was really excited how quickly and confidently the orange-haired had done it.
Really remarkable, but she still didn't want to go up the ladder. Sometimes she was a bit cowardly.
Robin had tried to persuade the orange-haired one, but she remained stubborn and said it would be better if someone stood downstairs.
She came back on the plain and looked around. It had gotten really dark here, so cold and dark. The angel on the ceiling no longer looked peaceful but looked dull and dull. The chair, on the other hand, looked downright awe-inspiring in this gloomy environment, it just fitted perfectly here.
"Why are you here again?"
Robin didn't even turn to the ghost. She just talked without looking at him. "Curiosity brought me back to you. And I won't leave until I know what happened to you."
Behind her she heard a contemptuous snort, "Who do you think you are. Do you really want to cause me more pain than I already carry around inside of me."
Robin shook his head slightly and turned to Don Alonso, "I'm not here to hurt you. But I have a little problem," said Robin and told the ghost that they didn't actually come from here but through a book here were brought here.
Don Alonso frowned, "and should I believe you?"The black-haired woman nodded and held the picture up to the ghost. "Who is that with you?"
The ghost's gaze changed, it became softer and somehow looked distant, as if it were thinking back a long way away.
"This is Soraya, it was our first Christmas together," he said in a calm voice.
The corners of Robin's mouth twitched upwards, after all she had managed to calm this sullen spirit.
"Take it away," he demanded of the black-haired woman.
Robin just looked at him, why should she take the picture away?
"Take it away, I said!" Hissed the ghost in an incredibly angry voice.
Robin lowered the picture and looked at Don Alonso in amazement. "How long have you been a ghost?"
Don Alonso clenched his hand in a fist. "From tomorrow it will be exactly 100 years. I've been trapped in this cathedral for so long, waiting for Judgment Day, the only way for me to find my well-deserved death."
Robin's gaze became inquiring, the whole situation now had a completely different meaning. She wondered if this diary brought her here to free this spirit.
"What can you tell me about this book," the black-haired woman held out the diary to the ghost.
"This is the diary I wanted to give my fiancée for Christmas", Don Alonso looked longingly at the book and his voice became very clear and gentle.
But that look didn't last long, he lowered his head and his voice became more irritated again. "Unfortunately, she never got around to writing anything there. She took her own life three days before Christmas."
Robin had to hold her breath for a moment, she wouldn't have expected that now. That was incredibly sad and at the same time so frightening. Did these clues that kept appearing from the afterlife? Did they come from this Soraya, who appeared to have been Don Alonso's fiancée? What was she trying to achieve with it?
"Where did you get this book from!" The ghost growled suddenly.
Robin didn't answer, she just looked at Don Alonso. "I want to know what you died of. Why are you doomed to haunt this cathedral?"
"How often? Just leave me alone, leave me alone in my suffering and disappear!"
Robin shook his head, "have you ever considered someone wanting to help you. Not everyone just wants you to suffer. I have no idea what happened to you, but I can see that you are sorry and..." you finally want to be redeemed. Have you still not learned to trust after 100 years of loneliness? "
The black-haired woman didn't wait for an answer, she simply tucked the book under her chin again and went down the ladder without looking at Don Alonso again.

"Robin, what's going on?", Nami had already spotted the archaeologist's strange look when she went down the ladder.
"Nothing," she said and opened the diary.It shone again and new letters were written.
~
Whoever you are,
you want to know the story of my lover.
One last witness to this tragedy
can help you.
Even if it sounds incredible
so believe him.
Because what should have been mine
wanted to cover up the traces of the truth.
~
"A witness?" Robin managed to say, surprised. If she could believe Don Alonso, then that tragedy was more than 100 years ago, how could there still be a witness?
"How are we supposed to find that?" Nami just said and watched the letters fade away.
“Well, this person should be over 100 years old.” Robin remained skeptical, she couldn't imagine that there were people here who could live that long.
"100 years!", Nami's breath caught slightly. How could you find one like that?
"I would say we go to a retirement home and look there," Robin had to smile and went ahead.
Nami pulled the corners of his mouth down. "I would prefer the cemetery," she said in frustration and followed the black-haired woman.

Amazed, an old nurse looked at the two young women who were standing in front of the door.
"Hello, I would like to visit my grandpa," said Nami lovingly.
"What's your grandfather's name?" Asked the nurse.
"Uh, I forgot."
The woman looked at Nami skeptically, her look clearly indicated that she didn't believe a word she said.
"You forgot. Sure."
Nami smiled, embarrassed, "unfortunately that's the case with me, sometimes I even forget what I'm looking for while I'm looking for it.
The woman seemed confused, but she was stubborn and didn't let her come in.
Robin was forced to intervene. "Listen, we've come a long way and we really need to see your grandpa."
The nurse looked from Nami to Robin and back again.
"And who are you? Your boyfriend, for example?" She said disparagingly. But at the same time a bit curious.
Robin was about to disagree when Nami just took her hand.
"Is she, do you mind?" She asked abruptly and the woman shook her head.
"So, can we see my grandpa now?" Nami adopted a harsh tone. It showed its effect and the woman took a step to the side.
It was stuffy inside and smelled of old people.
Robin looked around, she couldn't see anyone who was over 100 years old.
"Well, who are you looking for now?"
Robin turned to the nurse. "My friend told me that her grandpa was over 100 years old."
A smile crept onto the nurse's face. "You mean Juan, he'll be happy about that. Follow me."
The two came into a kind of common room, where the old people played board games with marbles and wooden cubes.
"Please wait," the nurse instructed them.
Nami and Robin stopped."We can still get out of here," whispered the orange-haired woman.
"Not until we know what about Don Alonso."
"Robin, please. He's a ghost, how are you going to help that?"
The black-haired woman smiled, "with the help of another ghost." She pointed to the diary that Nami was still holding in her hand.
The nurse came