Red Line Continent, Holy Land of Mary Geoise.
This was the heart of the World Government, the home of the descendants of the creators. But it wasn't as sacred and untouchable as ordinary people might imagine. Those who lived here weren't just Celestial Dragons and their servants and slaves; countless World Government officials also made their homes on this land.
The Celestial Dragons, the World Nobles, lived in the very center of Mary Geoise.
Beyond that, separated by vast stretches of artificial forest and gardens, lay the homes of World Government officials.
Mary Geoise,
southwest.
There stood a three-story villa with a swimming pool, a garden, and a lawn.
It was the residence of Sokachio Worlek, the current head of the Barrel Manufacturing Bureau. A lively welcome party was underway beside the pool behind the villa. Worlek had invited his colleagues and neighbors to celebrate the arrival of his adorable grandsons and granddaughters.
This was Aleus's third day in the Holy Land.
On the first day, he had spoken with the Five Elders.
On the second day, he had met up with his family living on the Red Line Continent and caught up with them.
Today was the third day.
"Aleus!"
Worlek, holding a glass of wine, found Aleus sitting on the roof.
"You're still the same as when you were little! You love the lively atmosphere of a party, but hate all the noise. You're so stubborn, it's impossible to do anything with you. I thought you'd grow up and become more sensible, but you're still just the same..."
"So, how do you like the Holy Land?" Worlek asked, sitting down on the roof just like Aleus.
"If it weren't for the astonishing number of slaves underground, it'd be a pretty nice place!"
Aleus looked down at the people