"No way, how could there be a hole in the wall here?"
Vegapunk's first thought was that it was impossible. This was Mary Geoise, and a reception room at that. How could such an obvious flaw have been left behind? But when he walked over to Oran's side, that inconspicuous dent became exceptionally glaring.
"There really is one."
The room was filled with lavish decorations and was enormous. Such a small hole was not particularly noticeable, but it was still hard to understand.
"Maybe no one dared mention it. If it doesn't concern them, they stay out of it. After all, if they say nothing, nothing happens. But if they report it, who knows what fate awaits them?"
The Celestial Dragons had always been moody and unpredictable toward anyone outside their race. This was the Holy Land. It would be fine if no one noticed, but once this thing was reported, someone higher up might hold people accountable.
Celestial Dragons needed no reason to kill. Laughing too loudly was annoying, speaking too softly was boring, and damaging a wall was practically a crime worthy of implicating one's entire family.
Under such circumstances, Oran found it perfectly reasonable that no one wanted to speak up. If even the walls of the Room of Authority could have a hole that let Wapol eavesdrop on the highest-level conversation, then a hole in the reception room wall was nothing strange.
The hole in the wall was not within Oran and Vegapunk's scope of research. This reception room was indeed decorated magnificently, but to Oran, that was all it was.
Before long, the doors to the room opened again, and two guards clad in heavy armor entered.
They were guards of Mary Geoise. They did not answer to the Marines, but directly to the World