Amazon Lily – The Return of the Snake
The Kuja longboat cut through the calm waters like a blade, its figurehead gleaming in the early sun. The island had grown quiet ever since Hancock's sudden return.
The empress walked alone, her pace deliberate, her cloak brushing the earth like a royal banner.
Her face? Still. Too still.
Inside her chambers, the three sisters sat silently, watching as Hancock opened the sea-chest she'd sealed away years ago.
Inside: broken manacles.
Beside them, a mirror shard from Mariejois — one she'd shattered with her fist on her last visit to Lucien.
"I need to remember what I was," she said."Because he almost made me forget."
Mariejois – The Garden of Broken Statues
Lucien walked barefoot through the Donquixote estate's private garden.
Each statue had once belonged to a noble family. Most were now missing heads.
He approached one shaped like a dragon with wings spread wide — the old Donquixote crest.
"Do you know the difference between power and legacy, Mireille?" he asked.
The woman at his side — silent, silver-haired, knife-eyed — nodded faintly.
"Power is earned," he continued. "Legacy is engineered."
Raisa arrived behind them, her footsteps silent.
"The girls are ready," she said.
Lucien smiled.
"Then it's time the world met my daughters."
Cipher Pol Surveillance Log – Pangaea West Wing
Transcription, CP-0 Audio Feed 017B:
[Whispers. Soft music playing. Children's voices chanting something unintelligible.]
RAISA: "Recite the Oath."
FOUR VOICES (girls):"We are shadows of His Will.We are truth sharpened by silence.We are Mirrors.We reflect only Him."
LUCHIEN (softly): "Perfect."
Red Line – Cipher Pol Analysis Room
The analysts were on edge.
"Four girls," said the senior operative. "Same age. Same training. Different lineages—all born of former slaves, bred and raised in isolation under the Donquixote estate's care."
"They've started making appearances," said another. "One served tea at a Gorosei meeting. Another escorted Saint Roswald's daughter at a gala."
All eyes turned to the central screen, which displayed a grainy photo.
Lucien, seated at a banquet.
Flanked by four girls in white veils, heads bowed.
"He's not building a harem," the analyst said coldly."He's building a dynasty."
Amazon Lily – Empress Unbound
Hancock stood at the island's highest point.
She didn't wear her royal dress.
She wore armor.
"Gather the ships," she told Marigold. "We're going back."
"Back?" Sandersonia asked, frowning. "To Mariejois?"
Hancock turned, haki crackling around her like lightning caught in chains.
"I'm done kneeling to monsters pretending to be gods."
Mariejois – The Gathering
Lucien stood at the open balcony of the Donquixote estate as a dozen noble families arrived for his grand declaration. Gold banners flew in the breeze. Celestial Dragons in full regalia arrived in carriages lined with slave escorts.
At the center of the stage, the four veiled girls stood, silent.
Lucien raised a hand.
"Today, the House of Donquixote reclaims its future."
Behind him, the statues crumbled one by one — broken by his own power, not time.
"I present to you the next generation. Not born of blood... but of purpose."
Thunder cracked over Mariejois.
Far off, a Kuja ship approached the horizon.