"El—"

  "Mom—"

  "Mom Linlin!!"

  "Aunt Lily!!"

  "Aunt Gerd!!"

  "Aunt Helen!!!"

  "Aunt Lillian!!!"

  "Aunt Callisto!!!"

  That afternoon, as the setting sun dipped below the horizon—blue fmes glinting on the sea—Afar and his son, Abel, departed.

  El, meanwhile, led his group of hungry little ones back to the flying fortress of Atntis after a full day of training.

  "Aunt Gerd, Daddy bullied me… He wouldn’t let me eat lunch!"

  Seeing Gerd, young Eden g to her like a lifeline, indignantly pining about her father’s punishment.

  "Mamamamama, that must mean you were naughty and scked off," Linlin teased with a chuckle.

  "Daddy!"

  A young boy, about three years old, with a physique noticeably rger than an average child, fluttered his wings and flew into El’s arms. His gray-white hair, fming halo, and dark wings marked him unmistakably as a Lunarian. However, what truly stood out were the panda-like furry ears atop his head and the adorable bck rings around his goldeone-like eyes—rings that resembled panda markings rather than dark circles. Adding to the intrigue, his sharp cws and other features revealed the bloodline of the Mink Tribe.

  Behind him stood a strikingly tall woman, nearly ers i, with a curvy figure and an alluring grace. She had panda-like bd-white fur and a slightly panda-shaped nose, yet her facial features were remarkably human—stunningly beautiful aively charming. This was Callisto, a hybrid of the Giant Tribe and the Mink Tribe.

  She was one of the sves rescued by the Fallen Angel Pirates from the Holy Land of Mary Geoise eleven years ago. Back then, she had been just twelve years old. Now, she had blossomed into a mature woman with an impossibly alluring figure. Thanks to her Mink and Giaage, Callisto possessed exceptional natural talent; uhe tutege of her fellow Minks, Moss and Tom, her strength skyrocketed, earning her a spot among the 72 Pilrs—the elite of the Fallen Angel Pirates.

  Five years ago, at the age of eighteen, Callisto—who had been deeply enamored with El since her teenage years—boldly pursued him. El, ever open to new experiences, found himself uo resist her wild and captivating charm. Embrag the retionship wholeheartedly, he even fathered a child with Callisto—a boy who ied the bined bloodlines of the Mink Tribe, the Giant Tribe, and the Lunarians.

  El named him Arcas, and he proved to be a prodigy, marking himself as the eleventh addition to the Kukulkan family. Arcas dispyed incredible talent from the start. He possessed an iron-hard, near-invulnerable body and immerength, rivaling the family’s eighth child, Ares—a feat most deemed impossible. His abilities put him on par with his other top-tier siblings, such as Thor, Sif, Hyde, and Athena.

  Although his appearance leaned more human than Mink, three-year-old Arcas had already mastered the Mink Tribe’s unique Electro teique with astonishing ease. A few days earlier, uhe full moon, an actal griggered his Sulong transformation, unleashing a power so overwhelming and ferocious that everyone was left in awe—and shock.

  "Arcas, were you well-behaved today?"

  El smiled and Callisto, then hugged his extraordinary son. Given Arcas’ young age, El had not taken him along for the training in the Calm Belt. Normally, he bestoowerful Devil Fruit on each child ohey turhree. However, Arcas was an exception—El believed the perfect fruit for him remained in the hands of the Wover. There was no rush; Arcas was still young.

  "I was!"

  Arcas g to El, his wide, sparkling eyes looking up early.

  "Really? You’re such a good boy…"

  Gerd approached with a smirk, croug down to address the mischievous little troublemaker who had been anything but obedient. She tapped him lightly on the head, then turo El with an exasperated tone:

  "El, you don’t even know! This little rasearly tore apart Dreamnd earlier today!"

  "I did not!"

  Arcas protested but quickly shrank under his mother Callisto’s stern gaze. L his head, he muttered guiltily:

  "I only actally knocked down a few trees… that’s all."

  "Hm? Did you break my Yarukiman mangroves?"

  El gnced over at the colossal Yarukiman mangroves—each trunk 15-20 meters thid t hundreds of meters high. Sure enough, several were broken, their remains already removed by Linlin and the others. El’s mouth twitched, caught between amusement and disbelief. Knog down trees of that size—even a few—was no small feat, even for Arcas.

  "ime, don’t be so reckless, alright?"

  Ping Arcas’ cheek lightly, El smiled as he gestured toward the older siblings—Thor, Sif, Dal, and others—and said to Callisto:

  "Don’t be too harsh on him. Look at these other kids—they’re not angels, either."

  "You’re n…"

  Callisto sighed, hugging Arcas as he squirmed in El’s arms, eager to fly away. She added with a hint of exasperation:

  "But you still ’t spoil him too much, El. He needs discipline!"

  "Haha, once he’s older, we’ll have him train with his brothers and sisters. That’ll straighten him out,"

  El replied, ruffling Arcas’ hair with a ugh.

  "Mom, is the baby in your tummy a birl?"

  At that moment, Thor and Sif ran over, wide-eyed with curiosity as they asked Gerd.

  "Yeah, I want another little sister! Having brothers like Ares, Hyde, and Arcas is so annoying!"

  Dal chimed in, turning to ask the same question of Lillian, who was alsnant.

  "There’s no way to know yet," El replied with a chuckle. Sihe Lineage Faodification teology had only retly reached pletion, Gerd, Lillian, and the others had ceived just a short while ago. It was too early to determihe babies’ genders.

  Gerd, Lillian, and the others shot unimpressed looks at Dal, their third child, saying:

  "Dal, you’re really oo pin about mischievous brothers, hmm?"

  If not for their strict supervision and the Sea Prism Stone bracelets each child was required to wear outside of training, they would have snuck out tless times. Even so, the children often tricked some of the dimmer Homies into helping them escape. On more than one occasion, they even made it out of Totto Lairely, only to be tracked down by the life cards cealed in their bracelets—and by the formidable women themselves.

  "Mamamamama, whether it’s a brother or sister, you all have to get along, okay?"

  Linlin said with a grin.

  Bleam