"So it has been confirmed that Ron and Monkey D. Garp are two different people, correct?" Imu slowly approached the cloaked woman.
"Yes, Lord Imu." The cloaked woman kept her head lowered, her voice steady and respectful. "Although Ron's dossier has yet to be fully compiled and delivered, according to the intelligence the Marines gathered on Hachinosu, their next destination is Elbaf, the land of giants."
"Elbaf?" Imu's steps faltered slightly. He paused and repeated the name under his breath. A moment later, a sinister smile slowly spread across his lips.
"Heh." Imu gave a cold chuckle but said nothing more. He reached out, took Garp's dossier from the cloaked woman, and slowly opened it, his gaze moving down line by line.
[Year XXX: Garp joined the Marines alongside XXX and XXX.]
[Year XXX: Garp displayed great bravery and immense potential. Promoted to XXX.]
[Year XXX: Garp swept through the pirates and made outstanding contributions to the World Government. Promoted to Marine Vice Admiral.]
As he flipped further, the tone began to change. Records of achievements gave way to issues of conduct.
[Year XXX: According to a report from a Marine soldier, Garp called the Celestial Dragons "trash."]
[Year XXX: While escorting supplies, Garp took the opportunity to steal the Celestial Dragons' fine wine.]
And so on... and so forth.
Imu merely skimmed a few pages. His gaze lingered briefly on the densely packed lines of "misconduct," the curve of his lips neither deepening nor fading.
Then he casually tossed the dossier onto the floor. The pages scattered with a soft rustle that sounded particularly clear in the quiet Room of Flowers.
The cloaked woman's gaze shifted slightly, but she did not raise her head.
"Lord Imu," she asked quietly, "do you require more in-depth information on Monkey D.