Archer spent so ti with Larka, who soon left the cafe once it started getting late and was escorted ho by two Oathkeepers. Once she was gone, Thalion stepped forward. ’’My Lord. Why did you let that horrible woman near the princesses?’’
He pointed at little Freya, whose blue eyes were crackling with mana. ’’She would have zapped her, there’s sothing about my eldest, she’s too smart for her own good and will end up causing trouble when she’s older.’’
The giant knight glanced at the white haired little girl looking up at him with a gummy smile as if she knew they were talking about her. This made them laugh as Archer finished feeding them their ice creams. Each one made a complete ss; food was all over the place, including hair, faces, and baby grow.
Archer glanced at his five daughters, their eyes fixed on him, expecting words, but he only chuckled and waved his hand. A gentle surge of mana flowed from him, enveloping the babies and tidying the entire cafe in an instant. The other patrons gaped in astonishnt, while the staff bead.
The young server, grateful, offered their al for free, but Archer shook his head and pressed five gold coins into her hand. Her eyes widened, and she hurried off to consult the owner, an elegant older woman with light green hair and striking blue eyes, who had slipped into the cafe during their al.
’’It’s good to see you acting as a father, my emperor,’’ she said.
Archer’s eyes narrowed. ’’Acting? I am their father, and why shouldn’t I bring them out? My girls are not flowers to be kept locked away.’’
When the woman heard this, she bowed her head. ’’I didn’t an to offend you, my lord. It’s just not many nobles spend ti with their children, let alone if they are girls.’’
’’That’s wrong,’’ he responded, pointing at his babies. ’’These girls will rule this world! Freya will sit on the throne as empress! The others will be great in their ways, but I’ll be behind them all the way.’’
Freya let out a squeal as her sister Neoma poked her side, making the others laugh as Elise started teasing Alia, who began crying, forcing Archer to rush to the pink-eyed little girl and scoop her up. This took the cafe owner by surprise as an honest smile stretched across her face. ’’My apologies, now I realize that you aren’t like other nobles or rulers. I can see you adore these lucky little girls.’’
’’Don’t worry about it, but I have to go,’’ Archer replied, scooping up his daughters until all six were in his arms.
This scene was amusing as the strongest being on Thrylos was being a doting parent, shocking the other people watching. By the ti he vanished alongside the Oathkeepers, the word spread that he liked taking his girls out, causing markets to pop up all over the empire, hoping he’d visit them.
And by the fates, Archer appeared in one of them, trying to give the won so ti to themselves. With the six little girls in his arms, he explored the market looking for stuff to buy and shortly noticed a stall and approached it, exciting the babies as Freya began babbling as if to tell him sothing.
’’Yes, my little star,’’ he replied to words he didn’t understand. ’’I’ll buy sothing for each of you and the won, there’s no favourites here.’’
Neoma and Kela got excited at his words, prompting him to kiss all their foreheads. ’’No favourites, I love you all the sa,’’ he looked at Elise and Alia, ’’That goes for you both as well, you may be my youngest, but you an the sa to .’’
Archer leaned down and whispered conspiratorially. ’’Don’t tell your mothers, but I love you girls even more than them.’’
With his six daughters bubbling with excitent, Archer approached a stall selling hundreds of stuffed monsters. The babies eagerly reached out, their tiny hands grasping for the colorful toys. As Archer scanned the display, he froze, recognizing familiar shapes among the plush figures, Nala, Leira, Lucrezia, Teuila, and others, crafted in their alternate forms.
’’Oh wow,’’ he muttered. ’’Seems like the won are getting fanbases.’’
Archer caught several children staring at a plushie of his dragon form, but one boy turned and gaped at him, wide-eyed. With a warm smile, Archer purchased the six stuffed toys his daughters had chosen. The woman handed them over, and the girls squealed. Evelyn clutched a plushie of Leira’s other form tightly, and the others each picked a toy resembling one of the won, their faces alight with joy.
Freya clung to a plushie of Teuila’s other form, Neoma proudly held Nala’s, and Kela snuggled Lucrezia’s. Alia and Elise each chose a different-colored version of Kassandra’s Kraken plushie. With the girls beaming over their new toys, Archer paid the vendor, slipping in extra coins for the group of children nearby, their eyes still wide with wonder.
’’Thank you, my lord,’’ the stall owner said respectfully.
Following that, Archer continued through the market with the babies floating beside him, busy inspecting the plushies. This put a smile on his face as Sia’s voice echoed in his mind. ’We’re back from the baths and having a drink, my love.’
’Do you mind having them to sunset?’ she continued.
A warm smile appeared. ’ See you then, tell the others I said hello and kidnapping the girls, so they’ll never see them again.’
He chuckled when he heard the older woman’s amused giggle. ’Be my guest, that little deva loves you more, seems like she’s a daddy’s girl.’
Archer leaned down and kissed Freya’s forehead, startling the white-haired girl. A radiant smile spread across her adorable face, and she threw her arms around him. He lifted her gently, holding her close as she nuzzled into his neck, warmth lting his heart as he held her close.
After that, he sensed that Elise, Alia, and Kela were hungry, prompting him to ask. ’’Do you three want so milk? Your mothers gave so?’’
Their heads snapped in his direction, making him laugh before reassuring them. ’’Don’t worry, let’s find sowhere quiet and I’ll feed each of you.’’
Archer led his six daughters to a peaceful park, hidden away from the city’s chaos. The area was quiet, with only a few families dotting the landscape, their distant laughter carried on the breeze. Majestic trees stood sentinel, their leaves whispering as sunlight filtered through, painting the ground in shifting patterns of light and shadow.
He chose a spot beneath a grand oak, its broad branches offering a natural shelter. Settling onto the cool, soft grass, Archer ensured his daughters, Freya, Neoma, Kela, Alia, Elise, and Evelyn, were nestled close. Their plush toys lay scattered around them, clutched tightly in tiny hands.
From his Item Box, Archer summoned the bottles given to him by the won long ago. Each bottle glimred faintly with magic, perfectly suited for his girls. He cradled each daughter in turn, offering the bottles. Freya giggled as she drank, her white hair catching the sunlight, while Neoma’s serious expression softened with each sip. Kela nestled closer, clutching her Lucrezia plushie, and Alia and Elise babbled happily, their Kraken toys tucked under their arms.
Evelyn, still holding her mother’s plushie, gazed up at him, eyes full of love. The mont was quiet, the park’s beauty amplifying the bond between them. Their soft coos and happy sighs mingled with the rustling leaves, creating a perfect balance that ward his heart as he tended to them under the ancient oak.
After Archer had carefully fed each of the babies, ensuring they were all content and satisfied, he turned his attention to their comfort. Monts later, he arranged soft, plush cushions around them, creating cozy nests. He then pulled out their favorite blankets, each one uniquely patterned with colors, chosen to suit their personalities.
’’Here we go, my little stars, ti for you to be comfortable as your mothers relax,’’ he sweetly said.
Archer draped the blankets over them, tucking the edges snugly to keep them warm. He humd a soft tune, his deep voice resonating with a calming warmth that made the babies gurgle in delight. Once they were all settled, he sat cross-legged on the ground in front of them.
The baby’s wide, curious eyes locked onto him as he began to weave tales of his grand adventures. His voice, rich and animated, rose and fell like the rhythm of a distant sea, instantly captivating his tiny audience. He spoke of far-off lands, of misty forests and darkness-covered valleys, where he had road as a boy, his mana painting pictures in the air.
When the girls saw them, their eyes widened in amazent as he showed them the jungles he traveled through, the deserts he conquered, or the waves he dived into. As a swarm of sea monsters passed by, causing their heads to follow the mana images.
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