A Journey That Changed The World.

Chapter 1480: Iʼll Put A Bun In Your Oven

Archer spent the following days in the palace as the Alliance fled the southern part of Thrylos, thanks to the devastating losses they took from his Shadow Creatures and Olivia 1st Fleet raiding their ships along the shores.

Within days of Draconia taking Avidia, stories spread across the world of him becoming the worldʼs big bad, evil, but this didnʼt bother him or the women, as they found it amusing and joked about it.

When the Draconian soldiers heard the rumors from the Avidian traders, they laughed and celebrated their emperorʼs new reputation. Weeks have passed since that day in the bedroom.

Now he was waiting for Leira and Mary to give birth, as he enjoyed becoming a father. He was walking through the palace while carrying Freya as he fed her using a bottle he created using mana, and she ate greedily.

This made him smile as he spoke. ʼʼNo need to drink it that fast, Iʼll bring out more if youʼre still hungry.ʼʼ

As the words left his lips, her bright blue eyes shone with so much love that it took his breath away, but he shook his head and continued trekking through the corridors while heading for the gardens until he bumped into Edith, Meredith, and Halime, who were chatting.

The three women smiled when seeing him and kissed his cheek gently instead of swamping him as he had a bundle of joy in his arms. When Freya spotted the group of women, her gaze lit up as she pushed the bottle away.

Her tiny voice filled the corridor with delighted babbles, her chubby arms stretching eagerly toward the beautiful snake woman nearby. Her wide, sparkling eyes locked onto Halime. Who froze for a moment, her eyes widening in surprise at the babyʼs invitation.

But then, a warm smile softened her features. ʼʼMay I hold you, my little lady?ʼʼ Halime asked.

He smiled when seeing her expression change as if Freyaʼs outstretched arms had unlocked a hidden softness. She couldnʼt help but fawn over the little white haired girl when he handed her over.

ʼʼOh, how Iʼve missed those precious, rosy cheeks of yours,ʼʼ she commented in a silly voice which made the baby happy.

Archer, watching the exchange as Freyaʼs tiny legs kicked excitedly. ʼʼIt seems these little ones have a knack for stealing everyoneʼs hearts,ʼʼ he said while sensing Neoma and Kela sleeping. ʼʼThey adore spending time with each one of you.ʼʼ

Halime cradled Freya close, her fingers careful yet confident, as the baby giggled and patted at her hair. The sight of the snake womanʼs smile, paired with the little oneʼs infectious joy, seemed to weave a quiet magic into the moment, which he loved.

Following that, Edith and Meredith started fawning over her just as Elara sent him a message. ʼWe have cleared out Avidia completely and have begun construction efforts across the continent. Do you want to come take a look?ʼ

When he heard this, he asked Sia if he could take Freya, and she agreed. After five minutes, Halime handed the baby back. ʼʼSheʼs amazing, Arch, I hope our child is as cute as the little princess here.ʼʼ

Archer grinned widely before leaning in close, his voice dropping to a low murmur that carried a playful edge. ʼʼCome to my room tonight,ʼʼ he said, a mischievous smirk appearing. ʼʼIʼll put a bun in your oven, darling.ʼʼ

Halimeʼs yellow eyes widened, a flicker of surprise crossing her gorgeous features as a flush deepened the rich bronze of her cheeks. For a heartbeat, she seemed caught off guard, her poised demeanor unraveling under the weight of his bold words.

Then, Archerʼs low, rumbling chuckle broke the silence, the sound warm and teasing, as if he delighted in her flustered reaction. She quickly regained her composure, her lips curving into a sly, confident smile that matched his energy.

Moments later, she tilted her head, her black hair catching the light, and her tone dipped into a sultry tone. ʼʼOh, Iʼll be there, handsome,ʼʼ she replied.

Halime drew back, a mischievous smile dancing on her lips. As she stepped away, Meredith glided forward, her golden hair shimmering like woven sunlight, her emerald eyes radiating a captivating, almost ethereal warmth.

Her presence filled the corridor with a burst of energy, as if the very air brightened in her wake. She clasped her hands together, her cheerful voice ringing out like a chime, brimming with gratitude and delight.

ʼʼThank you so much for letting us help the little ones!ʼʼ Meredith said, her tone full of infectious enthusiasm.

She glanced at Freya, who babbled happily in his arms, her tiny face lighting up at the sound of her voice. ʼʼHonestly, everyone stops by every single day just to see these darlings despite the ongoing war. Theyʼve stolen all our hearts, havenʼt they?ʼʼ

Archer chuckled, his gaze softening as he watched the babies respond to Meredithʼs energy, her hands waving in excitement. ʼʼCanʼt say I blame them,ʼʼ he replied, smiling. ʼʼThese three have that effect on the harem. You should see Brooke, she spoils them rotten. Always pampering and kissing the girlsʼ faces, which they love.ʼʼ

Meredith leaned forward, her eyes twinkling as she wiggled her fingers at the baby, drawing a giggle. The sight of her so effortlessly connecting with his daughters sent a quiet warmth through his chest.

Edith enveloped Archer and Freya in a flurry of affectionate kisses, her warm laughter filling the air as she spoke. ”I must go to Ella and Leira,” she said, her voice soft. ”The little ones are wearing them out, and they desperately need a moment to catch their breath.”

Archerʼs brow furrowed, a concerned expression appearing, his protective instincts flaring. Sensing his unease, Edith stepped closer and placed a gentle hand on his arm. Her eyes, filled with quiet reassurance, met his.

ʼʼTheyʼre perfectly fine, my love, so donʼt fret,ʼʼ she said warmly. ʼʼIʼll see to it that they get all the rest they need, I promise.ʼʼ

Following that, Archer promised to spend time with each of them when he gets back from checking out Avidia. The three women were happy and rushed off toward Ellaʼs room, where Leira was relaxing.

He used the dragon tattoo to teleport to Elara, who was in Emberport City, sitting in her private chambers. The Dragonkin beauty beamed when seeing him, but her smile grew even wider when she saw the fluffy-haired baby staring at her.

The older woman rose gracefully and approached with a warm smile, her voice gentle. ʼʼSo this is little Freya. Sheʼs the spitting image of you, but Siaʼs blue eyes suit her perfectly.ʼʼ

She paused before the baby in his arms and leaned in close. ʼʼHello, sweet one. Iʼm your mama, Elara. Iʼm sorry we havenʼt met sooner, Iʼve been here, helping your daddy.ʼʼ

When Freya heard this, she replied, babbling just as Archer held her out, offering her a charming grin. ʼʼWould you like to hold this bundle of love? I want her to meet all you girls as youʼre a part of my life.ʼʼ

Elaraʼs face lit up at his words, her eyes sparkling as she eagerly reached for Freya. She cradled the baby close, her touch tender yet firm, as if sheʼd been waiting for this moment forever.

Archer watched, his heart warming, as Freyaʼs curious gaze locked onto the redheadʼs gentle face, her tiny hands twitching. A soft chuckle escaped him as Elara began showering the little one with love.

ʼʼOh, look at you, my precious girl,ʼʼ she cooed in a melodic, singsong voice, her tone as warm as a summer breeze. ʼʼSo beautiful, just like your mother, but that joyful spark in your eyes thatʼs all your fatherʼs.ʼʼ

Freya giggled, her tiny body wiggling and bouncing in the older womanʼs arms. The sight drew laughter from the couple, their shared joy filling the room with a lightness that felt almost tangible.

They settled at the table, and he busied himself preparing a cup of tea for Elara. Meanwhile, Elara fussed over Freya, who sat on the table, snugly wrapped in a soft, knitted blanket, her little face peeking out as she basked in the attention, utterly content.

As Archer set the steaming teacup on the table, he glanced up. ʼʼHow are things faring here? Up north, weʼve united all the empires under our banner, their rulers firmly on our side.ʼʼ

Elara met his eyes, her expression clouded was full of worry. ʼʼIʼve dispatched food supplies to every region to prevent starvation. But Aisha reports that famine has taken hold in Pluoria.ʼʼ

She paused, her voice softening. ʼʼPerhaps we could establish a fortified outpost there to distribute aid? It could earn us the continentʼs gratitude.ʼʼ

Archer nodded thoughtfully. ʼʼA wise plan, Lara. Draconiaʼs surplus can sustain Pluoriaʼs people through this crisis,ʼʼ he said, his tone resolute.

Their conversation shifted to the fortifications on the western continent, strategizing how to shield them from the relentless Alliance hordes while the baby intently listened, prompting the couple to speak about her.

ʼʼShould we let the fish bite her little toes?ʼʼ Elara commented with a grin as she grabbed Freyaʼs foot, causing her to laugh.