A Journey That Changed The World.

Chapter 1474: Thank You For This Talk

Archer laughed at the Demoness’s reaction as she was embarrassed by her father’s words, but Lucifer questioned. ’’We shall discuss it amongst ourselves when we return home. I assume you want to end the war?’’

’’No,’’ he answered. ’’I want this part to be over. There are still four more continents to take.’’

When the two Demons heard this, they looked shocked, but he continued. ’’The Alliance won’t give up until I’m dead. The Pope and Emperor Anatoly’s hate for me is something strange.’’

The older man started laughing at his confused expression before revealing. ’’The notorious White Dragon who has emptied over a dozen Alliance banks, killed millions, and stole the Pope’s granddaughter, Sophia.’’

Archer chuckled. ’’Oh right, I forgot about doing all that to them, but it was after they started sending Dragon Hunters after me when I was a child,’’ he answered.

Nemuia’s eyes widened in surprise as she inquired. ’’How long have they been chasing you for?’’

’’Nine years, ever since I left the Ashguard Mansion and unlocked my powers, was when it started,’’ he responded, sighing. ’’Damn humans gave me so many problems.’’

Just then, the red-skinned beauty laughed as she commented. ’’Seems like you’re fed up with them, and you’re what? Thirty?’’

Archer let out a hearty laugh, his violet eyes glinting with amusement as he shook his head. ’’I just turned twenty-three,’’ he said, a playful grin tugging at his lips. ’’Some of my kin would dare to call me a baby dragon, if you will. But trust me, they’d never have the courage to say it to my face.’’

His chuckle rumbled low, warm, and infectious, carrying a hint of the ancient power that simmered beneath his youthful exterior.

The trio settled into a more relaxed rhythm, their conversation shifting to the weighty matter of the impending alliance. The air grew thick with anticipation as they discussed strategies, potential allies, and the delicate balance of power that would shape their future.

’’So you would be the emperor while we rulers will revert to being kings and queens?’’ Lucifer asked.

Archer nodded. ’’Yes, and you’d have to accept paying tax while my legions guard your lands, this eases the cost of fielding so many soldiers as we Draconians will be responsible for security,’’ he answered.

The older man hummed just as Nemuia inquired. ’’Can the Demon still fight? You know our race loves fighting and gets restless.’’

’’Yes, they can join the legions,’’ he responded casually. ’’They will be fighting for years to come as the Alliance isn’t the only enemy.’’

Lucifer’s voice, measured and deliberate, carried the weight of authority. ”This is a lot to consider,” he said, his dark eyes flickering with the gravity of the proposed alliance. ’’Would you grant us some time to deliberate?’’

Archer, leaning back with a relaxed confidence, flashed a warm, accommodating smile. ’’Of course,’’ he replied, his tone easy but laced with the assurance of someone accustomed to command. ’’I’ll make my way to your capital after I’ve spent some time with my daughter and my ladies. They’re already bombarding me with messages, pestering me about wanting babies like the others.’’

The older man let out a booming laugh, his sharp features softening with mirth. ’’Well, I’ve heard tales of your rather... extensive harem,’’ he teased, his voice dripping with playful incredulity. ’’I’ve got four wives myself, and let me tell you, keeping them happy is a battle in its own right. I can’t even fathom managing forty-something!’’

Archer chuckled, standing up as Nemuia asked in a cheery tone. ’’Arch, can we have some of that pizza? It’s delicious!’’

Without answering, he waved his hand, and several boxes appeared on the table alongside a storage ring. This shocked the Demons as he explained. ’’This is a ring with thirty inside and some for now.’’

When the young woman heard this, her red eyes lit up as she moved around and gave him a sudden hug that shocked Lucifer, but a smile appeared on the emperor’s face, and she darted off.

The Demon turned to him and held out his hand. ’’Thank you for this talk, I look forward to seeing you at the capital White Dragon.’’

Archer accepted his gesture with a nod, his eyes tracking the older man as he hurriedly joined the commander who stood barking orders just a few meters away. His form shimmered briefly before he vanished, teleporting to Sia’s quarters.

He materialized silently in the softly lit room, just as the older woman finished feeding little Freya. The infant’s head snapped toward him the moment he appeared, her bright eyes locking onto his with an intensity that belied her age.

A string of delighted gurgles and coos spilled from her tiny mouth, filling the room with her infectious excitement. Sia’s lips curved into a warm, knowing smile. ’’She’s been searching for you,’’ she said, her voice soft but tinged with affection as she adjusted the blanket around the squirming baby.

Archer crossed the room in a few strides, his presence commanding yet gentle, as Freya’s gaze never wavered from him. Her small, chubby arms reached upward, tiny fingers grasping at the air in his direction, her enthusiasm tugging at his heart.

Sia chuckled, her blue eyes sparkling with amusement as she carefully handed the baby to him. ’’Here you go, handsome,’’ she said, her tone playful. ’’Your little princess demands her king.’’

Cradling Freya in his arms, Archer felt the familiar warmth of her tiny form against his chest. Her soft coos grew louder, her hands patting his face as if claiming him, and he couldn’t help but grin, his heart swelling with a fierce, protective love.

The older woman leaned back, watching the scene with a quiet fondness, the bond between father and daughter illuminating the room as they settled into a moment of unspoken connection.

Sia’s voice carried a teasing warmth as she gazed at him, her eyes glinting with playful affection. ’’Who would’ve thought the fierce White Dragon, terror of Thrylos, could look at anyone with such overwhelming love?’’ she remarked, her words punctuated by a yawn that betrayed her exhaustion.

Archer glanced at her as a charming smile spread across his face. ’’I know,’’ he admitted, as if marveling at his transformation. ’’Her birth... It’s stirred something deep inside me, something I didn’t even know was there. And I love it.’’

His gaze dropped to Freya, nestled in his arms, her tiny fingers clutching at his tunic as she babbled contentedly, utterly unaware of the profound effect she’d had on her father and would come to learn of it as she grew up.

Sia stretched out on the bed, her scales catching the faint glow of the room’s lanterns as she let out another yawn. ’’Would you mind watching her for a bit, Arch?’’ she asked, her voice heavy with fatigue. ’’I’m still drained from everything and could use some sleep.’’

Archer chuckled, the sound rich and reassuring, as he nodded. ’’That’s more than fine with me, my love,’’ he said, his tone brimming with love. ’’I’ll take her for a walk, give us some father-daughter time.’’

Sia’s face lit up, her exhaustion momentarily forgotten as she propped herself up just enough to lean forward and press a tender kiss to his lips. ’’You’re too good to us,’’ she murmured, her voice soft with gratitude.

Then, with a contented sigh, she settled back into the plush bedding, her breathing evening out as she drifted into a much-needed sleep. Archer stood there for a moment, watching her peaceful form before turning his attention back to Freya, who gazed up at him with wide, trusting eyes.

Archer slipped quietly out of the room. The palace’s stone walls echoed with the distant hum of activity, but for now, his world was this tiny bundle of warmth. He pressed a gentle kiss to Freya’s forehead, then another to her chubby cheek, eliciting a delighted squeal.

His fingers danced lightly along her sides, tickling just enough to make her squirm and giggle, her happy baby noises filling the air like a melody. ’’Who’s my little star?’’ he murmured.

Her bright blue eyes sparkled up at him, her tiny hands swatting playfully at his face. As he rounded a corner into the sunlit garden, the scent of blooming jasmine drifting on the breeze, they nearly bumped into Teuila.

The warrior woman, her deep brown skin gleaming under the afternoon sun, raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. ’’Well, look at the doting papa,’’ she teased, folding her arms.

Freya babbled excitedly at the sight of her, reaching out, and Teuila’s expression softened. ’’She’s got you wrapped around her little finger, doesn’t she?’’ she added, stepping closer to tickle the baby’s chin, drawing another peal of laughter from the beaming infant.

’’She does,’’ he answered, chuckling. ’’But it will be the same for all my children, Teu. You know I’m against treating any of them differently.’’

The young woman giggled, which was a noise that he came to love as she answered. ’’I’m messing around with you, handsome...’’

Teuila was just about to speak, but Edith rushed up to him with a panicked expression as she exclaimed. ’’Hecate’s water broke!’’