She was Charlotte Linlin's clone, but not a pure copy. At the very least, she had never shown any signs of an eating disorder over the years.
With more scientific training, Lyliana had maintained a healthier physique as well.
Even if she were given a nickname, it would be the Iron War Maiden, not the Iron Balloon.
"Dad, I've packed everything. When are we leaving?"
Lyliana carried a backpack stuffed full of books, each one marked with a special label.
The Book of Candy, the Book of Toys, the Book of Clothes—those were all storage tools Oran had created using the Book-Book Fruit.
This time, they were not packing for a trip or a tea party, but to move.
Bean Island was, after all, Feld's territory. Though their cooperation had been fairly pleasant so far and there had been no business conflicts between them, remaining on someone else's turf was ultimately a hidden danger.
Many things would be restricted because of it, making development difficult. Once his preparations were complete, Oran had chosen an island.
It was located in the first half of the Grand Line, an unlawful region not protected by the World Government. Oran planned to turn it into his new main base.
"We'll leave soon. Wait a moment, there are still a few things left to pack."
"Do you need my help, Dad? I'm really strong now."
"No need. Just go check whether you've forgotten anything."
Oran's body had changed somewhat after coming to this world. He now stood two meters and twenty centimeters tall, much taller than he had been in Valoran.
Unfortunately, he still grew far more slowly than Lyliana. Oran himself had basically reached his limit, while Lyliana had yet to enter puberty.
Some time later, Feld was questioning his entire life.
"No, where's