Imu's Fanatical Worshipper, Saint Figarland Shanks

The next day.

The news bird from the World Economy News Paper flapped its wings, scattering still-wet reports across the seas.

The front-page headline featured Fisher Tiger's savage fish-man face, with bold black letters roaring: "Fish-Man Raises Hell in the Holy Land, Thousands of Slaves Finally Freed!"

The accompanying image showed Mary Geoise's burning gates and figures fleeing in all directions. Its composition was exquisite, its emotion overflowing—a masterpiece of journalistic art.

As for the thunderous blast that had truly shaken the world's foundations that night, the declaration that had echoed across the peak of the Red Line, and the hundreds of Creators' corpses secretly carried away under white cloth...

Not a single word was mentioned.

It was as though none of it had ever happened.

Amazon Lily, Rockfield Bay Shore.

Dawn lay stretched out on a bamboo lounge chair beneath the sun. He shook open the newspaper, his gaze swiftly sweeping across the pages as a knowing curve formed at the corner of his mouth.

"Just as expected. They suppressed it."

The entire report was deafening, yet everything revolved around Fisher Tiger alone.

The feat of freeing slaves was lavishly praised, as though the upheaval in Mary Geoise last night had amounted to nothing more.

"Burying their heads in the sand."

Dawn scoffed softly, rustling the newspaper as he flipped through it. At last, his fingertips stopped at an inconspicuous corner article:

"Petty Criminal Exploits Chaos to Invade Mary Geoise, Insults World Nobles."

The article contained only a few vague lines. It merely stated that "during the Mary Geoise attack, an unidentified criminal infiltrated the city amid the chaos and spoke disrespectfully to the esteemed World Nobles, displaying exceptionally vile conduct."

It also stressed that "the Government has obtained crucial leads and will certainly bring this madman who defies