A Journey That Changed The World.

Chapter 1566: Destroy The Noble Houses

Archer took all seven little girls back to their mothers with Morena and Demaciaʼs help before returning to their underground home. Once there, the white-haired beauty turned to him, speaking. ʼʼYou look extremely happy lately, husband.ʼʼ

ʼʼYes, Iʼve noticed it,ʼʼ Demacia added. ʼʼBe careful too not to lose it, Arch.ʼʼ

ʼʼHappiness is never forever, but with the power I wield, I can change that,ʼʼ he revealed, violet eyes glowing. ʼʼIt took me twenty-three years to achieve this, and no one can take it from me; Iʼll die fighting against whoever tries.ʼʼ

The sisters stepped back due to his aura exploding outwards as he continued ranting. ʼʼDonʼt you think I know there will be a time when this happiness ends? There isnʼt a day that goes by that I donʼt think about it, but if I allow myself to dwell on that, it will mess up everything.ʼʼ

Morenaʼs lips parted to respond, her hand reaching out as if to soothe the storm within him. ʼʼArcher, we understand—.ʼʼ

ʼʼNo,ʼʼ he interrupted, his eyes locking onto hers with a love so fierce it could shatter mountains. ʼʼYou canʼt fully know what this means to me. You, the harem, our children, are my world. I carved this haven from nothing, from pain and loss, so you could know peace. Every sacrifice, every battle, every sleepless night led to this. You are my joy, my reason. If anyone dares to threaten that, Iʼll burn the heavens and myself to keep you safe.ʼʼ

***

Just as Demacia heard those words, she was sent a vision of a nightmare that sheʼd hoped never came true. She was standing over a rolling grassland only to see a much older and mature version of Archer, cradling a white-haired woman whom he had healed using the last bits of mana in his body.

He suddenly appeared in front of her, forcing her to recognize her first daughter, Freya, covered in blood but healed. Archer spoke in an exhausted voice. ʼʼThey arenʼt stopping my love; the other women have pulled back to the Domain and will stay there. Itʼs safe and no one can access it apart from me.ʼʼ

Demacia noticed the smile turn sad as he continued. ʼʼThe Terravians wonʼt stop until I destroy them for good, but you have to promise me one thing, Dem?ʼʼ

ʼʼAnything,ʼʼ she whispered.

ʼʼProtect the harem and our children,ʼʼ the man she loved confessed, his words shattering Demeciaʼs heart into countless fragments as he gently pushed Freya into her arms. ʼʼI love you, Demecia Wyldheart. It has been an honor to share centuries by your side.ʼʼ

She watched Archer vanish, only to reappear in front of the enemyʼs portal. He stepped through, and a deafening explosion erupted from the other side. The eerie red portal shuddered, turned black, and sealed shut forever.

***

Archer watched as Demacia rushed toward him and wrapped her arms around his shoulder tightly, pleading. ʼʼI understand my love! I think Tiamat just showed me one of many futures that your words triggered.ʼʼ

ʼʼOh more visions,ʼʼ he sighed. ʼʼGreat, but Iʼm used to them by now. I believe itʼs the gods playing games.ʼʼ

When the Necromancer heard this, she relaxed just as Morena joined the high, putting a smile on his face. He guided the sisters toward the bedroom, where he pampered both until they collapsed into babbling messes, thanks to using Time Warp, allowing him to spend days with the sisters.

By the time Archer had finished making love to the two women, he slipped quietly out of the bedroom, his bare feet padding softly against the cool stone floor of the sistersʼ underground homes. His mind was already set: preparing breakfast in bed for the Necromancers, Demecia, and Morena.

The emperor of an ever-expanding empire, known for his iron will, strategic brilliance, and brutal actions, found relief in these small acts. In the kitchen, he moved with ease, the clatter of pans and the sizzle of bacon filling the air. He whisked eggs into a fluffy scramble, toasted bread to a golden crisp, and arranged fresh fruit in slices.

Carrying two trays filled to the brim with the steaming feast, Archer returned to the bedroom, the scent of buttery toast and brewed coffee wafting ahead of him. As he crossed the threshold, Demecia bolted upright in bed, her senses catching the aroma. Her sapphire eyes sparkled with curiosity as she sniffed the air.

ʼʼWhatʼs that, my love?ʼʼ she curiously questioned.

ʼʼBreakfast for my women,ʼʼ Archer replied with a warm smile, gently placing a tray on her lap.

The spread was a feast for the eyes as much as the stomach: golden eggs, crisp bacon, buttered toast, and a small crystal bowl of glistening berries, paired with a steaming mug of coffee. Demeciaʼs eyes widened, her jaw dropping as she took in the sight. ʼʼYou made this? For us?ʼʼ she exclaimed, shocked. ʼʼThe emperor, the White Dragon infamous across Thrylos, ruler of countless souls, slaving over a stove?ʼʼ

Archer chuckled. ʼʼEven emperors can wield a spatula,ʼʼ he teased, settling the second tray on the bedside table for Morena. ʼʼBesides, Iʼd rather cook for you both than let some chef take the credit. At least I know my way around a kitchen, unlike most nobles.ʼʼ

Demeciaʼs laughter erupted, bright and infectious, the sound stirring Morena from her slumber. The elder sister stretched languidly, her curvaceous form shifting beneath the silken sheets. Her giant boobs jiggled with the motion, drawing a playful smirk from Archer as she yawned and blinked sleepily at the scene.

ʼʼWhatʼs all this?ʼʼ Morena murmured, her voice a sultry contrast to Demeciaʼs lighter tone. Her blue eyes landed on the tray, and a slow, appreciative smile spread across her face. ʼʼYou spoil us, Arch.ʼʼ

ʼʼOnly as much as you deserve,ʼʼ he replied, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead.

ʼʼWho wouldʼve thought our husband would cook for us, big sis!ʼʼ Demacia exclaimed happily. ʼʼThis is heaven, like Llyniel said.ʼʼ

Archer chuckled before kissing both women and revealing. ʼʼIʼve been asked to help Hali and Llyn on one of their projects, Iʼm going to go now as you eat.ʼʼ

Following that, he used the dragon tattoo to teleport to the snake womanʼs poison hideout and materialized inside her lab. Once there, his senses kicked in, but it was too late as a little black snake latched onto his arm, injecting a potent poison into his veins. Gritting his teeth, he used his mana to burn away the toxins while picking up the little creature.

It was as big as a pencil, but Archer could sense the danger it gave off. His eyebrow arched when he felt his arm being eaten by the poison. He raised his now blackened arm before using a healing spell that destroyed it for good. ʼʼLooks like Halimeʼs been busy. What are these things for, though? Assassinations?ʼʼ

ʼʼMy darling,ʼʼ a sultry voice purred from the shadowed corner. ʼʼIʼm unleashing these creations on Verdantia to destroy the noble houses from within.ʼʼ

Archer spun to find his stunning serpentine wife gliding from the darkness. Her sleek black hair swept into a tight ponytail, and her yellow eyes sparkled with adoration. As she drew near, she body pressed close, pulling him down for a passionate kiss. Halimeʼs soft hands slid down his chest until reaching his waistband.

The young woman broke the kiss before tugging him toward her bedroom, a lewd smirk crossing her face. ʼʼCome husband, I need to feel your touch.ʼʼ

Following that, Halime dragged him into bed. The couple made wild love and by the time they finished, the snake woman was a gagging mess, full of his seed. Archer sat against the headboard and slapped her perky ass. ʼʼRemember you wanted this Hali, you came at me like a succubus and expected me to go easy on you.ʼʼ

She giggled in response as she breathlessly answered. ʼʼI couldnʼt help it, I like being submissive when it comes to you.ʼʼ

Archer chuckled and cast Cleanse over everything before standing up, stretching his arms forcing cracks to echo through the bedroom as he questioned. ʼʼSo what did you need help with?ʼʼ

ʼʼMana Generator,ʼʼ she responded, leaning on him. ʼʼIt needs to be recharged but it drains me and Lyn so much.ʼʼ

ʼʼWhere is she?ʼʼ he asked.

ʼʼGone to get more ingredients from Dragonheart,ʼʼ Halime revealed. ʼʼWe needed extra things for the Black Devil Snakes.ʼʼ

ʼʼAnd those are one of the things that bit me?ʼʼ

ʼʼYes.ʼʼ

ʼʼIt rotted my arm even though I sent tons of mana into the injury.ʼʼ

Halimeʼs smile grew wider as she answered. ʼʼThatʼs the point, a normal mage will be able to hold it back for a few second but once the mana runs out, the poison will rot them from the inside out.ʼʼ

When Archer heard this his eyes widened before laughing. ʼʼThatʼs rather evil but I love it, hopefully they can wipe out loads of church dogs. How many do you have ready?ʼʼ

ʼʼOver a million.ʼʼ

ʼʼYouʼre creating a nightmare, Hal,ʼʼ he said, shocked. ʼʼYouʼve been busy it seems.ʼʼ