The next day.
The World Economy News Paper's News Coo fluttered their wings, scattering still-wet news across the Four Seas.
The front-page headline featured Fisher Tiger's ferocious Fish-Man face, with bold black letters roaring: "Fish-Man Rampages Through the Holy Land, Thousands of Slaves Finally Freed!"
The accompanying image showed the burning gates of Mary Geoise and figures fleeing in all directions. Its composition was exquisite, its emotion overflowing—a masterpiece of news art.
As for the earth-shaking blast that had truly shaken the foundations of the world that night, the declaration that had echoed atop the Red Line, and the more than a hundred Creator corpses secretly transported away beneath white cloth... not a word was mentioned.
As if it had never happened.
Kuja Island, Rocky Bay shore.
Dawn lay on a bamboo lounge chair, stretching beneath the sunlight. He shook open the newspaper, his gaze swiftly sweeping across the pages as a knowing curve rose at the corner of his lips.
"Just as expected, they buried it."
The entire report was a deafening uproar centered solely around Fisher Tiger.
The great feat of freeing slaves was lavishly praised, as though that was all there had been to the disturbance at Mary Geoise last night.
"Burying their heads in the sand."
Dawn chuckled disdainfully and flipped the newspaper with a rustle. At last, his fingers stopped at an inconspicuous piece of corner news:
"Petty Criminal Takes Advantage of Chaos to Break into Mary Geoise, Insults World Nobles"
The content was only a few vague lines. It merely claimed that "during the Mary Geoise attack, an unidentified criminal had taken advantage of the chaos to break in and verbally insult the noble World Nobles, displaying exceptionally vile conduct," while emphasizing that "the government has obtained crucial leads and will certainly bring this