Azure waves gently lapped against the shores of Sphinx Island.
They made a soothing rustling sound.
At this moment.
Inside the great hall of the central castle.
Edward Newgate's mountain-like body sat boldly in a specially made chair.
His iconic, enormous crescent-shaped white mustache.
Was not proudly curled toward the sky as usual.
Instead, it meekly allowed two lovely figures to sit upon it like a soft yet sturdy swing.
They were his "eldest daughter," Whitey Bay, and his "youngest daughter," Loli Mercury.
The former wore a blue short dress, black stockings, and a purple top hat.
This "Ice Witch" had put away all her chilliness and indifference.
She wore an expression of dependence, like an ordinary daughter.
The latter, as always, favored a black-and-red Gothic gown.
Her pale skin stood in stark contrast to her black clothing.
She sat properly atop Whitebeard's mustache.
Those crimson, beautiful eyes that had witnessed nearly a thousand years of change now held a rare tranquility and warmth.
"Gurararara—"
Newgate's deep laughter rumbled like warm thunder, making the two strands of his mustache tremble slightly.
"Well?"
"Isn't my mustache more comfortable than any sofa?"
"Of course, Pops!"
Whitey Bay patted the mustache beneath her, her voice filled with sincere pride.
"This is the best seat in the world!"
Loli nodded lightly as well.
A faint yet genuine curve appeared at the corners of her lips.
"Indeed. It is very warm and dependable. Thank you, Father."
Though she was already over nine hundred years old.
Before this giant who had given her a new kind of fatherly love, she willingly played the role of a daughter.
After a brief silence, Loli spoke again, her voice ethereal and calm.
"Father, let me tell you about my recent work at the Yin-Yang Bureau."
"Oh?"
"The things you