Archer watched his four won going crazy on the Alliance reinforcents as the Draconian fleets engaged the northern enemy armada. Seconds later, the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd fleets unleashed their combined firepower, their cannons lighting up the night like thunderous
stars.
'Wow, Dellah did well with these tal monsters,' he pondered with an excited smile. 'I'm going to have to reward the beautiful dwarf.'
The Alliance ships struggled to hold formation, their vessels splintering under the relentless barrage. Columns of fire and smoke rose from the shattered remains, and waves churned violently as dozens of enemy ships sank into the depths.
Following that, the chaotic naval battle erupted. Archer watched as his smaller vessels sped forward while dodging waves of mana shells as their shields took a few hits that couldn't slow them down.
They unleashed a relentless barrage on the enemy fleet, their Howling Cannons roaring as they cracked the hulls of opposing ships. He watched with satisfaction, though his gaze narrowed when he noticed so of their vessels struck by enemy spells before erupting in fiery explosions.
Hours of continuous battle, the enemy fleet lay in ruins, their ships sunk beneath the waves. Draconia erged victorious, sustaining only minimal losses, and even those few stricken vessels saw their crews safely rescued.
'I will care for the families of the fallen sailors,' he mused, his gaze fixed on the returning ships, their tattered flags a somber reminder of the cost of victory.
With the battle concluded, the Draconian fleet set course for Emberport to undergo repairs, as a few mana shells had breached their formidable shields. Archer was pleased and quickly told Olivia that his returned to the castle.
"Liv, I'm going to check on the city while you sort out the fleets," he said with a charming smile.
The white-haired woman hugged him goodbye before barking out orders to the surrounding sailors. He chuckled while opening a Gate to the Emberport castle and stepped through only to feel the hot air wash against him.
Archer pulled off his shirt, imdiately noticing the sweat trickling down his body. "This damn weather,'' he muttered, wiping his brow. "No wonder Teuila and Kassandra couldn't handle the heat."
He approached the nearby window that overlooks the city that was bustling with life as the fire elves went about their days. When he saw this, he turned to one of the Oathkeepers, who was following him around.
"What are the people's thoughts on us, Thalion?" he questioned with a curious expression.
The giant knight stepped forward while answering, "I believe Queen Elara said that they are surprisingly helpful, especially since you started feeding them and repairing the city which the Duskfire Empire never did."
Archer nodded in understanding before walking out of the castle followed by the six
Oathkeepers. He walked out into the city only to see Legionnaire's and Drakeguards roaming the streets or talking to the elves.
As he stepped onto Main Street, a hush fell over the bustling crowd. Heads turned, and in an instant, all activity seed to freeze. The soldiers dropped to one knee in reverence, a gesture that confused the elves nearby.
He internally laughed before thinking, "They look so baffled. It's amusing.'
Their puzzled expressions quickly shifted to awe as soone whispered the truth. Archer was the Draconian King. He caught the widening eyes of the onlookers, but paid them no mind, as he wanted to explore the city.
Instead, Archer strode forward, his gaze sweeping over the street to take in the vibrant sights and sounds of the city. With a casual wave of his hand, he signaled the soldiers to rise and resu their duties, letting life on Main Street flow once more.
Following that, he wandered through the bustling streets of Emberport, the salty sea breeze mingling with the scent of roasted nuts and fish from nearby market stalls. The chatter of rchants and soldiers filled the air, yet every step he took seed to attract more attention. Behind him, the Oathkeepers followed in silence, their presence a shield of unwavering loyalty. Archer paused at a blacksmith's forge, watching as sparks flew from a hamr striking red-hot steel.
He nodded in approval, and the smith, montarily startled, bowed deeply before returning to his work. Further along, a group of fire elf children played with a handmade ball, their laughter infectious.
Archer crouched down to retrieve the toy when it rolled near his feet, handing it back with a small smile, "Here you go little ones."'
The children froze, recognizing him, before scampering off with shy giggles. As they passed a row of colorful shops, one of the Oathkeepers leaned in slightly. "Your presence draws attention, my king."
He smirked, glancing over his shoulder. "Let them look. This city belongs to the kingdom now, so they are my people now."
"What if the Alliance breaks through the mountain passes?" another Oathkeeper asked.
Archer turned to the man, his eyes narrowing into sharp slits as he spoke in a low, nacing growl that sent a shiver through the knights nearby. "Do you really think I'd let those fools retake this city, Fenris? I expected more faith from you."
The towering man, normally unshakable, visibly trembled under his intense gaze. He swallowed hard before responding in a nervous but earnest voice, "We have the utmost faith in you, my king. I was only seeking clarification."
Seconds later, he smiled while explaining, "I'm joking Fenris. I thinking of bringing in three more legions to help secure the land beyond the mountains."
When the Oathkeepers heard this, they started laughing before Archer continued walking, only to be joined by Lucrezia and Kassandra. The dark-haired woman bead at him as she
hugged him.
Archer returned the hug just as the Kraken Princess whispered, "Can we spend so ti together, husband?"
He nodded in agreent as she let go to let Lucrezia greet him, but the Mosasaur woman bit his neck before speaking. "You owe us handso."'
"I'll take you both on a date right now," Archer offered with a charming smile that sent a flush of crimson to both won's cheeks. "We can explore and see if this place has any
restaurants."
Their faces lit up with delighted expressions as they eagerly agreed. Together, the trio began strolling through the lively streets of Emberport, taking in the sights and sounds of the
bustling port city while casually scouting for a perfect spot to dine.
Archer strolled leisurely through the lively streets of Emberport, flanked by Kassandra and Lucrezia. The trio marveled as rchants selling exotic wares, fishern recounting daring tales, and the alluring aroma of fresh seafood wafting through the air.
Kassandra paused at a small artisan's stall, running her fingers over a necklace made of polished sea glass. "This city has its charm,'' she remarked with a smile.
Lucrezia, ever the observant one, pointed toward the horizon with glowing red eyes. "Look there," she said, gesturing beyond the bustling crowds.
Following her gaze, Archer spotted a quaint restaurant perched on the coast. Its large windows offered a stunning view of the ocean, where waves gently lapped against the shore. The staff hung lanterns on the restaurant's exterior, bathing it in a warm, inviting glow as the sun dipped below the horizon. "Now that," Archer said, a grin spreading across his face, "looks like the perfect spot for our first stop."
As they approached, the soft sound of a bard's lute drifted from the restaurant, mingling with the rhythmic crash of the waves. Kassandra and Lucrezia exchanged excited glances just as his
stomach rumbled.
They laughed before pulling inside as the black-haired beauty comnted with a big smile, "Co on darling, let's eat and enjoy ourselves."
Archer agreed with a nod before the trio stepped inside with the Oathkeepers, which made the restaurant go completely silent. He quickly noticed several Dragonblood Knights who were off duty mingling with the citizens.
'Interesting. Seems like they've gotten friendly with the locals,' he mused, just as Draconians knelt when seeing him.
"As you were, don't mind us. We're here to eat," Archer announced to the restaurant which made everyone started talking.
The Oathkeepers stood guard by the entrance, their watchful eyes scanning the place, making the staff uneasy. However, when Archer and the two won sat down and began perusing the nus, the tension in the air seed to ease.
Following that, Lucrezia quickly spoke with an excited smile, "So many of these foods sounds
delicious."
"It does, what do you want to eat Luce?" Archer asked.
Kassandra bead before answering. "We should order three of everything, especially since
we're on a date."
Seconds later, a young fire elf woman approached the table with a nervous expression as she spoke, "Your majesties, how can I help you this evening?"
Archer turned to her, noticing the bright red hair that was typical of fire elves. She didn't et his gaze before speaking. "Bring us three of everything, please."
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