A Journey That Changed The World.

Chapter 1482: God Emperor Of Thrylos

Archer sat Freya on the sofa while pulling out a bottle of Siaʼs milk that she had given him. He handed it over to the baby, who happily took it, causing a thought to cross his mind. ʼBabieʼs seem a lot stronger here, or is it because sheʼs my daughter?ʼ

He couldnʼt help but smile as he made sure his little princess was safe by pulling out some pillows and creating a fort around her. She sat there looking around while drinking her milk as he sat back and waited for the empress to return.

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Freyaʼs gaze locked onto her fatherʼs while drinking the milk, her tiny heart swelling as she felt the depth of his love in every gentle glance. His constant check-ins, his soft murmurs, and the way he adjusted her little blanket around her to make sure she was warm.

He always brushed a stray wisp of her hair, wrapped her in a cozy blanket of safety. Each look and touch told her she was his precious girl, cherished and protected, making her tiny ears twitch with joy as she snuggled closer, secure in his warm, adoring presence.

Moments later, Freyaʼs eyes grew even bigger as a tall, brown-skinned lioness glided into the lounge, her presence warm, like a gentle ray of sunlight. The womanʼs grey hair caught the soft glow of the room, and her arms cradled a large tray overflowing with treasures.

Freya, snuggled next to Archer, tilted her little head, her pointy ears, just like her fatherʼs and motherʼs, quivering with curiosity. Stacks of golden biscuits gleamed invitingly, jars of honey, and bundles wrapped in crinkly leaves peeked over the edge, their sweet, earthy aroma tickling her tiny nose.

Her chubby hands wiggled with excitement, her gaze flickering between the mysterious goodies and the lionessʼs warm, knowing smile, her little heart buzzing with wonder about the delightful secrets this grand tray might hold.

The woman knelt in front of her as if approaching a tiny treasure. Her kind blue eyes sparkled with affection as she plucked a golden biscuit from the tray, its edges crumbly and inviting, and held it out to her.

ʼʼOh, sweet Dragon princess,ʼʼ she cooed, her voice as smooth and soothing as a lullaby. ʼʼLook at you, you precious little girl! Those sparkly orbs and those adorable pointy ears, why, youʼre the cutest thing in the whole savanna!ʼʼ

Freyaʼs chubby fingers reached for the biscuit, her gaze wide with wonder, as the lionessʼs smile grew even warmer. ʼʼThis is for you, my darling cub,ʼʼ she continued. ʼʼYou will grow so big and strong, just like your papa, and I bet youʼll love this treat as much as all the other little ones do!ʼʼ

She let out a tiny giggle, clutching the biscuit tightly after Archer took the bottle, her heart fluttering at the strangerʼs sweet words.

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Archer watched as Freya was gumming the biscuit while letting out adorable noises, making him and Malakia laugh. The older woman sat down, getting comfortable as she spoke. ʼʼWeʼre having problems with a flood of strange monsters that came from underground.ʼʼ

ʼʼInteresting,ʼʼ he responded before summoning a Shadow Creature. Your support at MV^LEMP^YR keeps the series going.

When the lioness saw this, she panicked, and Freya just looked up from the biscuit and waved at the monster. He watched as it returned the gesture, making the little girl happy as she bounced up and down.

Seconds later, he turned to the Shadow Creature and ordered. ʼʼFind all the monsters in Goldenmane and send me a message.ʼʼ

The beast bowed before vanishing into he darkness and traveled across the landscape as Malakia commented. ʼʼWas that the beasts Embera mentioned?ʼʼ

ʼʼYes, I had to use them to save the Duskfire Empire,ʼʼ Archer revealed. ʼʼThe Alliance forces were spread out, but now all their dead bodies are feeding my monster armies.ʼʼ

Following that, the older woman thanked him as she questioned. ʼʼAre you taking the princess with you?ʼʼ

Archer nodded. ʼʼYes, sheʼll be fine, and afterward, Iʼll be heading back to Draconia anyway because I have to see my other two daughters,ʼʼ he answered.

Malakiaʼs blue eyes gleamed with a playful, teasing spark as she leaned closer, her voice dropping to a rich purr that seemed to curl around the cozy lounge. ʼʼWell, well, look at you, playing the devoted father,ʼʼ she murmured, her tone dripping with warmth and mischief. ʼʼDo you know how much that makes you utterly irresistible?ʼʼ

He felt a shiver run down his spine as she continued. ʼʼNalaʼs been whispering about her grand plan to bring us all together, and I must say, the idea of joining your pride is rather… tempting.ʼʼ

She paused, her lips curving into a knowing smile, leaving the word hanging in the air like a sweet promise. Moments later, she rose, her tall frame moving with the effortless confidence of a queen of the savanna.

Archer, ever protective, cast a shimmering Cosmic Shield around little Freya, who was happily gnawing on her golden biscuit, her pointy ears twitching with each delighted chew, oblivious to the grown-up banter.

The lionessʼs gaze flicked to the glowing barrier, her smile widening with approval before she sauntered closer to him. Without hesitation, she eased herself onto his lap, her presence warm and commanding, her fur brushing softly against his skin.

Leaning in, her breath tickled his ear as she whispered, her voice low and laced with challenge. ʼʼBut hereʼs the deal, handsome. If you want me to join your pride, youʼll have to prove yourself. Best me in a sparring match, and Iʼm yours, because who could resist a younger man who gazes at me with those smoldering eyes of yours? A look like that could melt the heart of any lioness.ʼʼ

He started laughing and nodded as his violet dragon eyes glowed with excitement. ʼʼLetʼs get it over with, then Iʼll clear out the monsters.ʼʼ

Malakia couldnʼt help but jump up as Archer picked up Freya while speaking. ʼʼNow, my little star, you will see what your father can do and why Iʼll become the God Emperor of Thrylos.ʼʼ

When the baby heard this, she clapped her hands and snuggled up to him as the two of them left the room and the older woman led them to the training grounds. While walking, the maids spread the news about the fight, causing everyone to rush there.

Sometime later, Archer was standing in an arena as he summoned Agrippina, his Elemental wife, and handed Freya over. ʼʼCan you hold her while I claim the lion empress as my own beautiful?ʼʼ

The white-haired woman let out a soft giggle, her violet eyes sparkling with warmth as she gently scooped little Freya into her arms, cradling the princess close. Freya nestled happily against the womanʼs chest, clutching her half-chewed biscuit.

ʼʼOf course I can, my sweet,ʼʼ the woman replied, her voice brimming with affection as she nuzzled Freyaʼs fluffy hair. ʼʼI adore spending time with this little beauty.ʼʼ

ʼʼThank you,ʼʼ Archer said with a grateful nod, his gaze lingering on his daughter for a moment before he turned and strode toward the training field, his steps confident yet relaxed.

As he stepped onto the sun-drenched expanse of the field, Avidiaʼs heat beat down, the cloudless sky casting sharp shadows across the ground. Malakia was already there, preparing for their spar with a warriorʼs focus.

She unfastened pieces of her armor, each clink echoing as she set them aside, revealing the sleek, powerful lines of her form, her movements fluid and purposeful. But it was Archer who drew every eye on the field.

With a casual tug, he peeled off his shirt, revealing a well-toned physique sculpted by years of training, broad shoulders, chiseled arms, and a lean, muscular torso that gleamed faintly with sweat under the blazing sun.

The women scattered across the field, Agrippina among them, her sharp gaze lingering with a knowing smirk, and Malakia, whose eyes flicked up with a spark of admiration, paused to watch, their murmurs hushed as they took in the sight.

Archer, oblivious to the attention, rolled his shoulders, the muscles rippling subtly, and flashed a grin at Malakia. The lioness met his gaze with a fierce, playful glint, her confidence unshaken, as the warm breeze swept across the field.

The two were near equals in strength, but his raw power gave him a slight edge. One, he chose to temper, matching her level to make this a true test of skill. Without warning, she launched forward, her movements, her clawed fists slicing through the air toward his chest.

He sidestepped with uncanny speed, the ground beneath his feet cracking as he pivoted, his fist snapping out in a counterstrike. Malakia twisted mid-air, her tail lashing for balance, and blocked the blow with her forearm, the impact sending a shockwave that kicked up a cloud of dust.

The crowd gasped, the air vibrating with the force of their clash. ʼʼNot bad!ʼʼ Archer called, his grin widening as he ducked under a spinning kick aimed at his head.

Malakiaʼs foot grazed the air where heʼd been, her claws sparking against an invisible barrier as Archer instinctively cast Cosmic Shield to deflect the blow. ʼʼBut youʼll have to do better than that!ʼʼ