Sons of a devil-Chapter 127: Calm before storm

"Only if you dare her," Caelan replied dryly.

Rina, naturally, had heard them. "Dare accepted!"

"Rina—" Zara began, but it was too late.

A tiny fireball flew and sploosh—the koi pond exploded in a column of steam, and drenched fish flopped indignantly.

Leo gave her a slow clap. "Wow. On a Tuesday?"

Cain looked at Selene with a sigh. "She's our niece?"

"She's your niece by chaos," Selene whispered.

Just then, Eira and Eren arrived, dressed impeccably as always—though Eren had a suspicious smudge of flour on his cheek.

"Morning," Eira greeted. "Why does the pond look like it joined a volcano cult?"

"Ask your niece," Cain and Leo said in unison.

Rina stood proudly. "I made art."

Eren wiped his face and muttered, "Your version of art is usually followed by, 'We'll rebuild it, don't worry.'"

They all burst into laughter.

Later that evening, as golden light bathed the dining hall, the entire family gathered around the long, polished table. Plates clinked. Laughter echoed. For once, there were no strategy maps, no whispered threats, no urgent messages.

Just warmth.

Selene leaned over to Cain, hand resting on her belly. "We should tell them soon."

He nodded. "After dessert?"

She grinned. "Perfect."

At the head of the table, Leo stood up, raising a goblet. "To family," he said. "To peace—even if it only lasts a moment."

Everyone raised their glasses.

"To peace."

And beneath the laughter, the clinking goblets, and the soft chatter, something stirred in the shadows beyond the palace gates. Watching. Waiting.

But for now—only the stars listened.