A Journey That Changed The World.

Chapter 1529: Amelia Wyldheart

Archer watched as Ella could barely stay awake thanks to the struggles of childbirth and all the energy she used to bring their child into the world. Now he was looking at his older wife Olivia, who was cradling their newborn daughter.

The exhausted Half Elf glanced up with a big smile. ʼʼSheʼs beautiful, Arch,ʼʼ she muttered. ʼʼAmelia Wyldheart, the sixth princess of the empire.ʼʼ

His smile grew wide as he gazed down at Elise, nestled in his arms, her tiny chest rising and falling in the gentle rhythm of sleep, mirroring her mother. The sight filled him with a quiet joy, a moment of perfect stillness amidst lifeʼs chaos.

Reluctantly, he turned to Edith, who stood nearby, her hands outstretched and ready to take care of the blood-covered baby. As he passed Elise to her, entrusting the little one to her capable hands, he wanted to meet Amelia.

Edith, ever attentive, planned to gently clean the newborn before reuniting her with the blonde elf, so mother and daughter could rest together. This made his heart race when he saw the scene as Ella curled up, cuddling Elise.

Following that, Archer turned toward Olivia again, who handed him his newest daughter. When he spotted her, she was the spitting image of him, except for the chubby cheeks of her mother.

Ameliaʼs violet eyes, wide and luminous, gazed up at him with an uncanny sense of recognition, as if she already knew the depths of his heart. The moment their eyes met, a big smile spread across his face, brimming with unspoken adoration.

Overwhelmed by everything, he leaned down, his movements gentle, and pressed a warm, love-filled kiss against her soft forehead, sealing a silent promise of devotion to his newborn daughter.

ʼʼSeems like sheʼs captured you just like the rest, husband?ʼʼ Olivia muttered, letting out a yawn.

Archer agreed with a nod. ʼʼYouʼre right., I canʼt believe Elise and Amelia were born at the same time. Considering youʼre a Human and Elʼs a Half-Elf,ʼʼ he responded.

After speaking, he turned to Edith and Meredith, who had just finished tending to Ella, helping her settle into a state of calm alongside little Elise. The white-haired maid, Edith, met his gaze.

Her voice, soft yet reassuring, carried a quiet confidence as she reassured him. ʼʼEl will wake in a few hours, but sheʼs doing perfectly fine.ʼʼ

The words, laced with care, eased his heart, confirming that both mother and daughter were resting peacefully under their watchful care. Following that, Archer slumped in a chair next to Oliviaʼs bed.

She glanced at him and questioned. ʼʼDid we get out of Pluoria? I remember Aisha saying the Alliance suddenly attacked when their undead failed?ʼʼ

ʼʼYes, we lost thousands but saved millions,ʼʼ he answered. ʼʼLooks like the Terravians were helping them with necromancy all along using the people of Pluoria.ʼʼ

When Olivia heard this, she looked concerned for a split second, but then a determined expression appeared on her pretty face before declaring. ʼʼI can take the 1st Fleet and destroy them!ʼʼ

Archer chuckled and leaned down to kiss the older woman, replying. ʼʼNo need. Once I see the other babies, Iʼll go deal with them while the others invade the north and east continents at the same time.ʼʼ

Oliviaʼs pink eyes widened, but Amelia started cooing to get his attention. He glanced down to see his new daughter reaching up to him. Her pointy ears twitched as she took in all the new sounds.

Teuila, Nefertiti, Llyniel, and Halime stepped into the room only to stop when seeing Ella asleep with Elise. Archer greeted them all with a kiss before introducing them to Amelia as Olivia watched on, smiling. ʼʼLadies, this is my newest daughter.ʼʼ

He unwrapped the blanket to allow them to see. ʼʼAmelia Wyldheart.ʼʼ

Archer looked at the baby and did the same for the women. ʼʼMy darling, these are four of your mothers. Theyʼll love and protect you for the rest of their lives.ʼʼ

When the group heard this, they quickly agreed as Teuila stepped forward and kissed Amelia on the forehead, making the little one giggle in delight as mana was already powering her growing body.

Each member of the gathered family leaned in to greet the little girl, whose bright violet eyes sparkled with delight as she responded with joyful babbles, her tiny voice filling the room with warmth.

A soft rumble from her stomach interrupted the moment, prompting gentle smiles and soft chuckles from everyone around her. Archer, his heart swelling with affection, carefully cradled Amelia before stepping toward Olivia, who stood ready with a nurturing glow.

As he gently handed the baby to her, he spoke in a tender, reassuring tone. ʼʼSheʼs hungry, Liv. But you look exhausted. Make sure to rest once youʼre done feeding her. Iʼll check on you both before I head out.ʼʼ

Following that, Archer stepped out of the room and stretched as Nefertiti hugged him, her big belly pushing against him as she spoke. ʼʼI canʼt wait until our baby comes. It should be any week now.ʼʼ

ʼʼYes,ʼʼ he replied, sending a stream of mana into her body.

Nefertitiʼs soft moan drew the roomʼs attention, a subtle reminder of the life stirring within her. Llyniel, ever perceptive, was the first to break the silence, her voice gentle yet full of curiosity.

ʼʼMost of us are due soon,ʼʼ she said, glancing around at the gathered women with a knowing smile. ʼʼBut when I spoke to the others, theyʼre not exactly in a rush to become mothers just yet.”

Archerʼs thoughts drifted as her words settled over him, stirring memories of a recent conversation with Lucrezia and the other women in their close-knit circle. They had confided in him their desire to wait, to savor their current freedoms before embracing motherhood.

To achieve this, he had turned to a carefully crafted spell, one that stopped pregnancy, a choice the rest of the harem had adopted as well. The decision, born of mutual understanding and respect, reassured him that they still wanted children, just not yet.ʼʼ

After that, Archer carved out a precious moment to share with the four women, guiding them to a balcony that offered a breathtaking view of the palace gardens below. The sprawling expanse of vibrant blooms and lush greenery swayed gently in the breeze.

Archer poured tea into cups he took out from his Item box. The steam curled upward while he served each one with a warm smile, fostering an atmosphere of quiet connection. Halimeʼs eyes sparkled as she took a cup.

ʼʼThanks for the drink,ʼʼ she said, her voice soft but filled with warmth. ʼʼI still canʼt believe you and Llyniel have grown so fond of tea.ʼʼ

Her playful tone carried a hint of teasing, drawing a light chuckle from Archer. He glanced over at Llyniel, the Wood Elf, who was momentarily distracted, her attention captivated by the vibrant plants lining the balconyʼs edge.

Her fingers brushed lightly against the leaves, inspecting them with a tender, almost reverent care, her connection to nature evident in every gentle gesture. Archerʼs chuckle deepened at the sight.

ʼʼStill love greenery, I see Llyn,ʼʼ he commented.

The brown-haired young woman turned to him, beaming. ʼʼOf course, thanks to all the greenhouses you created for me, I can grow as much as I want, even during the horrible winters,ʼʼ she revealed.

Archerʼs eyes as a warm smile soon followed as he settled comfortably between Teuila and Nefertiti. The two women, their presence soothing, began gently massaging his shoulders, their hands moving, melting away the tension he hadnʼt realized he was carrying.

The balcony was bathed in the soft glow of the late afternoon sun as the fragrance of tea mingled with the fresh scent of the palace gardens below. Archer let out a sigh, his gaze drifting between the blooms and the women beside him.

ʼThis is the life,ʼ he thought while the group gossiped.

Just then, Archer spotted all the gardeners checking on the hedges that were moving. This confused him, but Llyniel explained as she appeared beside him, smiling. ʼʼThe roots are trying to get more space.ʼʼ

Moments later, he raised his hands, channeling his magic into the vibrant garden below the balcony. A soft glow emanated from his fingertips, weaving through the air. The plants responded instantly, their leaves unfurling and vines stretching upward.

The garden quivered with life, a gentle tremor rippling through the earth, and the sudden movement startled the onlookers, causing them to step back in surprise, their eyes wide with a mix of awe and alarm.

As they looked up, their gazes settled on Archer. The sight of him, calm and in command of the flourishing magic, eased their tension, and a collective sigh of relief passed through the group.

Smiles returned to their faces as they marveled at the now-lush garden. When Llyniel saw this, her brown eyes gleamed excitedly as she jumped off the balcony and landed among the plants.

Teuila appeared beside him, a knowing smile on her face as she commented. ʼʼLooks like you can still surprise us, handsome.ʼʼ