Mary Geoise.
The Room of Authority had remained lit all night.
None of the Five Elders had left.
Aramaki had entered the rear defensive line of Red Port.
Bullet and the two Navy warships led by Issho had also reached the Red Line before dawn.
The Holy Land's defensive forces had been raised to the highest alert level.
All remaining members of God's Knights stood by, while Cipher Pol sealed off every key passage.
Even the patrol forces around Pangaea Castle had been tripled.
Logically, the Revolutionary Army should have already missed its best opportunity.
Yet from midnight onward, the entire outskirts of the Red Line had suddenly become terrifyingly quiet.
The grain ships that had repeatedly changed course, the Cipher Pol outposts that had gone silent, and the unrest in the affiliated nations all ceased at almost the same time.
There were no new attacks and no new ships disappearing.
Even the Den Den Mushi the Revolutionary Army commonly used for propaganda seemed to have suddenly vanished from these waters.
Saint Saturn stared at the sea chart on the table.
"Has the Navy arrived?"
The official responsible for reporting immediately lowered his head.
"They have reached the Holy Land."
"And Aramaki?"
"He is behind Red Port."
Saint Saturn paused for a moment.
"What about the Revolutionary Army?"
The official's Adam's apple bobbed.
"No trace of them has been found."
The Room of Authority fell into dead silence once more.
No trace found.
Those four words were now even more unsettling than finding the enemy.
Nusjuro Saint rested his hand on his sword hilt.
"They can't have stopped."
Warcury Saint spoke in a low voice.
"The quieter it is, the more it means they've entered the final stage."
But the question was—
Where were they?
They weren't at Red Port.