A Journey That Changed The World.

Chapter 1560: Like It Never Happened

Archer watched as Ari popped out the next child within ten minutes, leaving him shocked, baffled, and bamboozled alongside the nurses. The older woman giggled as she cradled their new daughter with a warm smile.

ʼʼWhy so surprised, handsome?ʼʼ she teased. ʼʼRemember Iʼve given birth, unlike some of the others.ʼʼ

His eyes widened, but he nodded as he approached, and when his eyes landed on his new daughter, he was shocked as she was the double of Agrippina with his violet eyes like most of his children. When Archer saw this, a smile stretched across his face before kissing the newcomer.

ʼʼWelcome, my little lady,ʼʼ he whispered.

Archer turned to Ari and questioned. ʼʼWhat did you want to name her?ʼʼ

ʼʼAntonia, if you donʼt mind,ʼʼ she replied, smiling. ʼʼI think itʼs a pretty name that suits our newest daughter.ʼʼ

ʼʼThatʼs nice.ʼʼ

Following that, the older woman handed Antonia over, and when the twoʼs eyes connected, a spark erupted. Archer was instantly drawn to the little girl who was staring back at him as Ari spoke once again. ʼʼLooks like both of you love each other already.ʼʼ

Ari gently propped herself up on the soft bedding, her gaze softening as it fell upon her newborn daughter. A smile flourished on the infantʼs tiny face, her features alight with joy as she babbled incoherently, her small voice relaxing as his pointy ears twitched thanks to the noise she was making.

The sound filled the air with warmth that wrapped around the couple. Suddenly, a soft rumble echoed from their little girlʼs stomach, sparking laughter from both of them. Little Antonia, barely an hour old, already radiated an infectious happiness, her spirit as resounding as the power that coursed through her motherʼs veins.

Archer was still marveling at the miracle of her existence, felt his heart swell with awe. He couldnʼt help but compare Antonia and her siblings to the human infants he had once known on Earth. They were weak, but the children of Thrylos were far stronger and acted like they were months old.

This made him laugh just as Ari commented. ʼʼIʼm going to get some sleep with Antonia, do you mind coming back later?ʼʼ

ʼʼOf course,ʼʼ he replied.

Afterward, he hugged the Elemental woman who revelled in his care and suddenly kissed him. He returned the gesture, making the older woman squirm in happiness before she yawned. Once he said his farewells, he returned to his other daughters, who were busy creating chaos in their playroom.

When Archer bounded into the room, all six little heads whipped around in perfect unison, their bright eyes sparkling with delight. A chorus of adorable babbles and giggles erupted, filling the air with pure joy. Without a momentʼs hesitation, he dashed toward the gaggle of girls, his grin as wide as a crescent moon.

He dove right into the heart of their chaos, and they welcomed him with an energetic pounce. The girls used their tiny hands and gummy smiles, nibbled at him with toothless chomps, their soft gums tickling his skin. Others, with mischievous twinkles in their eyes, tugged at his tousled hair, their little fingers tangling in his locks.

But instead of protests, his laughter only grew louder, a bubbly flood of pure happiness that bounced off the walls. The room was a whirlwind of snuggles, squeals, and silliness, with Archer at the center of it all, reveling in the sweet, chaotic affection of his adorable daughters.

Following that, the room buzzed with the kind of magic only a gaggle of giggling babies and their father could create. Archer, still chuckling from the gummy nibbles and hair-tugs, rolled onto his back, letting the girls clamber over him like he was their jungle gym. Their tiny hands patted his cheeks, and their squeals of delight mingled with his playful roars, pretending to be a friendly dragon they needed to tame.

Evelyn draped herself across his chest. Kela was clutching a plush bunny, poked his nose with a chubby finger, giggling when he crossed his eyes in response. The others joined in, some tickling his sides, others tugging at his shoelaces. Archer, ever the good father, wiggled and squirmed dramatically, sending them into peals of laughter that echoed like tiny bells.

The playtime adventure took a turn when Archer scooped up a soft, colorful ball from the toy pile. ʼʼReady, team?ʼʼ he called, holding it high.

The girlsʼ eyes widened, and they scrambled to their feet, wobbling like eager ducklings. He gently tossed the ball, and they chased it across the room, their little legs pumping as they tripped over each other in a flurry of giggles. When one caught it, she hurled it back with all her might, though it barely made it halfway.

Archer dove to the floor, pretending it was a championship catch, which sparked another round of cheers. As the afternoon sun painted the room in golden shades, the girlsʼ boundless energy began to ebb. Their babbles softened into yawns, and their games grew slower, more like gentle leans.

Sensing the shift, he sat up and opened his arms wide. ʼʼCʼmere, my little stars,ʼʼ he cooed, his voice as warm as a cozy blanket.

The girls toddled over, one by one, nestling into his lap like a litter of sleepy kittens. He gathered them close, wrapping his arms around their tiny bodies, their heads resting against his chest. Amelia clutched her bunny, another curled her fingers around a strand of his hair, and a third let out a tiny snore, already half-dreaming.

Archer hummed a soft lullaby, the song weaving through the room, lulling them deeper into peace. The warmth of their little bodies and the rhythm of their gentle breaths made his eyelids grow heavy. As the last rays of sunlight slipped through the window, his head dipped, and he joined his girls in slumber.

The room, once a whirlwind of laughter and chaos, now held only the soft sounds of their breathing, a perfect pile of cuddles and dreams, with Archer and the girls tucked together in a heartwarming heap, fast asleep.

***

Leira was heading back to get Evelyn to put her down for a nap, only to walk into the playroom and stop in her tracks. Her green eyes widened in surprise when she saw Archer and the six girls lying all over him. The little girlʼs head was leaning up against his, and they looked so alike.

The scene made her heart thump just as Ella and Olivia appeared. When the white-haired woman spotted Amelia huddled up in her fatherʼs arms, she beamed. ʼʼOh, look at this, they have him wrapped around their little fingers. Now there are more babies, and heʼll be busy from now on.ʼʼ

ʼʼI heard Nefertiti gave him a boy named Tarek,ʼʼ Ella revealed.

Oliviaʼs pink eyes went wide as Leira turned to the two. ʼʼLook how cute this scene is, girls.ʼʼ

The pair stepped inside, their smiles broadening at the sight of Archer nestled in a cozy heap with his eldest daughters. Neoma and Kela sprawled across his stomach, Freya draped over his head, snoring softly. Evelyn rested against his head, dribbling. Then there was Amelia nestled snugly in his arms, and Elise lay diagonally across him, adorably lopsided.

ʼʼHow does she even sleep like that, El?ʼʼ Leira snickered, pointing at the little cat girls. ʼʼI just want to cuddle her, she looks so snuggly.ʼʼ

ʼʼSheʼs also your daughter, Leira,ʼʼ the Half-Elf replied, giggling. ʼʼAnd you know she loves all her Mamaʼs, but enough about Elise, look at Eve, sheʼs out cold and must feel extremely safe.ʼʼ

ʼʼWho wouldnʼt when your fatherʼs the infamous White Dragon, feared by trillions and loved by even more for saving them?ʼʼ the older of the three commented. ʼʼThese girls will become the apple of his eyes, no matter how many come, Arch will be there for all of them.ʼʼ

Ella and Leira glanced at Olivia, who continued. ʼʼOur children will become loved by the people, especially when they realize Freya will be his heir to Draconia. The two share a deep bond, and I believe that girl is already saving her father.ʼʼ

ʼʼI heard about that,ʼʼ the cat woman said, frowning. ʼʼHe just returned all happy, like it never happened.ʼʼ

A strange voice broke the silence from behind them. ʼʼThat would be my great-granddaughter and her devious Time Magic sheʼll use with such skill it will amaze all the old ones like myself.ʼʼ

The trio whirled around, Ella brandishing her daggers, ready to pounce. Leira conjured two blazing orbs of blue fire, and Olivia stepped protectively in front of the two younger women. But when they saw Mia Silverthorne, they instantly relaxed, prompting a soft giggle from the older woman.

ʼʼI see those protective instincts havenʼt faded,ʼʼ Mia said warmly. ʼʼGood. You girls must guard these little ones fiercely. If anything happened to them, I fear no one could pull my grandson back from that kind of pain. Weʼd lose him forever, and thatʼs when true darkness would descend.ʼʼ

All three women had skeptical expressions, but Archerʼs grandmother waved her hand, speaking. ʼʼHere, watch what happens if you fail to protect them.ʼʼ