"Pluton, Silvers Rayleigh...?"
Sitting on the sofa, steadily demolishing the senbei in his hand, Garp glanced sideways at the Marine rear admiral responsible for security in the Sabaody Archipelago, who had just entered the room, and spoke with a smile.
"No one seems to have noticed him. He's sitting right in the middle of the hall, in what should be the seat for the newlyweds' elders."
"According to the report from our undercover Marine there, the people from the Mercenary Guild seem to know him quite well."
The rear admiral spoke with surprise and a touch of panic, but Garp burst out laughing when he heard it, even squeezing a few tears from the corners of his eyes.
"Hahaha! Is he that old bastard's illegitimate son? How come I've never heard about him? Still, he probably just went there for free booze!"
While Garp found it amusing, the Marine rear admiral was deeply unsettled and spoke anxiously.
"If it really is him, we'll be in trouble. My men don't seem completely certain either..."
Garp showed little reaction to the rear admiral's words. He slowly lowered the senbei in his hand, held a hand out to the Marine, and said one word with a smile.
"Tea."
"Ah... yes..."
The Marine immediately understood. He went aside, brewed a cup of tea, and handed it to Garp, taking the opportunity to ask a question.
"What should we do, Vice Admiral? Should we report this to Fleet Admiral Sengoku?"
Garp seemed to consider the whole thing merely entertaining. He downed the still-scalding tea in one gulp, then went back to eating senbei as he spoke.
"No need. Leave this to me, and don't mention it to anyone, including Sengoku!"
"Keep it quiet among your men for now."
Hearing Garp's words, the Marine rear admiral,