No one at Marine Headquarters could say for sure whether Redfield was a fanboy, but if he really was, and something happened to his idol that drove him mad enough to set sail again, that would be bad.
"It seemed necessary. Keep a closer eye on it from now on."
Using a small number of Marines to maintain order at concerts was far more cost-effective than deploying most of Headquarters' elite forces to hunt Redfield down.
"No matter what, this is good news. The fewer monsters from that era remain, the better. It'll save us a lot of trouble too."
Monitoring Redfield's movements was far more difficult than monitoring Whitebeard and the like. Their styles were different; whenever Whitebeard moved, he was always accompanied by a massive fleet.
Although they could not determine Whitebeard's destination, the Navy's surveillance ships could at least provide some feedback before Whitebeard prepared to act.
"Siderial and Redfield must have reached some sort of agreement. Even if Redfield chose to join him, he didn't seem like the type who could be ordered around freely."
No matter how absurd this sounded, it had already become an established fact. Since that was the case, the Marines' way of thinking was to use this matter to gain more benefits.
But Redfield's personality was deeply ingrained in everyone's minds. They did not think he would obediently follow someone else's commands like an ordinary pirate.
Naturally, the greatest benefit would be to spread the news far and wide, using Redfield's reputation to intimidate other pirates.
However, that came with certain drawbacks. If they provoked Redfield, who had already intended to retire, into setting sail again, it would benefit no one.
After discussion, the Marines instead chose a relatively stable plan: gradually let the matter fade away, just as they had