Archer attentively observed each girl as they introduced themselves, a subtle smile playing on his lips when he observed Teuila's dreamy expression and her trembling legs.
Sera's face lit up with joy as she greeted the students with a warm smile, while Nefertiti remained composed, displaying a neutral deanor.
In contrast, Hera, Talila, Leira, and Llyniel opted for straightforward and conventional introductions, presenting themselves with confidence.
"Teuila Wyldheart."
"Seraphina Wyldheart."
"Nefertiti Wyldheart."
"Hera Wyldheart."
"Talila Wyldheart."
"Leira Wyldheart."
"Llyniel Wyldheart."
When the girls finished speaking the other forty students and even left the Professor montarily awestruck.
So of the students began whispering among themselves, gossiping about Archer having all eight girls to himself and speculating on the challenge of pleasing them.
He couldn't help but chuckle at their assumptions. Turning his attention to Sera, who was practically bouncing with excitent in her seat, he asked, "Sera, what's making you so happy?"
The redhead turned to him with a radiant smile and replied, "I can't help it. I love introducing myself as your wife."
Archer was montarily dumbstruck by her response, overwheld with a sense of gratitude for having such an incredible girl in his life.
That's when Maeve spoke up with an amused voice. ''It seems that you can easily please the girls. Just look at her, she's in her own little world.''
Archer shifted his gaze from the ginger girl to Teuila, who continued to smile with a distant, dreamy look in her eyes as she rested against her desk.
He smiled and nodded as he looked at the chatting girls, saying, "I can do that. It's not an issue for , and with more free ti, I can take each of them on a date."
Maeve's unexpected request caught Archer off guard. "Will you take on a date?"
Before he could respond, Nefertiti playfully poked his back, causing him to turn and face her with a grin.
She expressed her feelings with a hint of jealousy, saying, "Don't let these girls take advantage of you, husband, or I will be forced to act."
Archer chuckled and gently bopped her on the nose as he replied, "Rember, Nefi, you always have a special place in my heart, my darling."
Nefertiti's response brought a big smile to her face as she assud an expression similar to Teuila's, which caused giggles to ripple through the group of girls, including Maeve.
It seed like her jest had lightened the mood and added so laughter to the conversation.
He turned to the warrior girl and asked, "Why do you want to take you on a date?"
Before she could reply her brother spoke up. ''She has taken a liken to you when she saw you destroying the enemy armies.''
Archer looked at the Avaloch Prince and gave him a nod as he turned to Maeve and answered her question. "We will in the future, but only after we fight."
When she heard this a big smile appeared on her face. She was just about to reply until Teuila spoke, "We'll be training together every day, and you're more than welco to join us."
She agreed with a nod, and shortly after, two girls who bore a resemblance to Maeve and Ciaran made their way over.
Once the girls saw them the two smiled as Maeve introduced her sisters. ''These two pretty princesses are Caoimhe and Siobhan Avaloch. My two elder sisters.''
Archer couldn't help but notice the delicate appearance of the two girls, Ella and Hera, who resembled more delicate versions of Maeve.
One had short strawberry blonde hair and grey eyes, while the other had long, curly ginger hair and the sa colored eyes.
They exuded an air of fragility compared to Maeve, who had a more warrior-like presence. As Ella, Hera, and the others greeted the two princesses and started a conversation,
Archer observed that the professor had given them so space to chat while he focused on organizing sothing.
Amid the relaxed atmosphere, Archer relished the pleasant camaraderie among the students. It was a delightful and welcoming environnt to be a part of.
Teuila, Talila, and Leira shared their recent fight with Archer, sparking Maeve's excitent as she listened to their dramatic storytelling.
Ciaran, with his curious tone, turned to him and asked, "So, what weapon do you use, Archer?"
When he looked at the boy, he couldn't help but notice the family resemblance and the shared grey eyes, making it evident that Ciaran was a male version of Maeve's elder sisters.
Archer responded, "I don't typically use weapons, but I'm partial to a greatsword and my claws."
Ciaran nodded and inquired further, "Can I see them? Your claws, I an."
He smiled and raised his hand, causing his razor-sharp white claws to materialize. The unexpected appearance startled Ciaran and Magnus, drawing their attention.
After speaking Archer turned his attention to the professor who was a middle-aged man with brown hair, a slender fra, and the appearance of the quintessential teacher.
As the students were engaged in their discussions, the professor completed his task and redirected their attention, saying, "Alright, everyone, please pay attention."
Every student in the Horoom turned to him when he spoke and started to listen.
Professor Brachan proceeded with his instructions, saying, "Please select your three additional subjects and submit your choices by the end of the day, so that I can forward them to the college for processing. Each morning, you will participate in our Horoom session, which will involve announcents, academic planning, and fostering connections with your peers. Keep in mind that this group will be your company for any external excursions, excluding, of course, any dungeon diving or tournants."
Upon hearing this, all the students nodded their heads as they looked at their schedules while Archer eagerly raised his hand.
He caught the Professor's attention, who then gestured for him to proceed with a wave of his hand.
"When can we start exploring the dungeons?" Archer asked with curiosity in his voice.
The professor responded with a nod and a faint smile, "Not just yet, young man. The headmistress typically provides notice and announcents for dungeon exploration."
Archer nodded but as he was about to talk a bell rang out which caused all the students to jump up and head outside.
That's when he heard Ella's voice from beside him. ''What's your first lesson, Arch? And what class are you in?''
He looked at his titable and saw that he had Magic Fundantals with S class.
''Seems like I'm in S class,'' Archer answered Ella with a smile.
When everyone heard this they all looked at their titables before telling him what classes they had.
Ella, Sera, Teuila, Nefertiti, and Llyniel have Elental Affinities and Mana Control. While Talila, Leira, Maeve, and Hera had History and Geopolitics.
Before the students could depart, the Professor offered a crucial piece of information with a note of caution.
"Oh, and do keep in mind, students, that the Battle Witches are still present on the college grounds, patrolling the area, even though the Headmistress has dismissed the rcenaries."
As the professor explained the presence of the Battle Witches sent by the witch queen, a sense of unease washed over the students. They exchanged grimaces upon hearing this news.
After his explanation, the students rose to their feet and began to make their way out of the Horoom.
Before parting ways, all the girls kissed Archer, sharing their farewells before forming into their respective groups to head to class.
Maeve, Ciaran, and their sisters bid him goodbye as they departed from the group.
Now, on his own, he navigated the school corridors, searching for the Magic Fundantals class.
Archer wandered down the school corridor, feeling excitent and curiosity as he explored his new surroundings.
He was trying to find the Magic Fundantals class, following the signs that indicated its location. The school's layout was unfamiliar, and it was easy to get lost.
Archer collided with two girls as he turned a corner, sending a jolt through him. The first girl had striking features: long, wild blonde hair, rich brown skin, and captivating violet eyes.
The first girl's striking presence couldn't be ignored, her well-fitted witch dress accentuating her seductive curves.
As she moved, her large boobs swayed with every step. The second girl sported a contrasting appearance with her pale skin, pink hair, and matching pink eyes.
Despite her more delicate build and smaller proportions, her vibrant deanor made her stand out in her lively way.
She was smiling as her pink eyes shone, and when she did that, he felt the mana pouring off them and wondered how powerful the won were.
Both girls appeared to be in their twenties and were wearing dresses, but Archer noticed a steady flow of mana radiating from their garnts.
It dawned on him that these were the legendary battle dresses he had read about in various magical texts.
That's when the realization struck him. Archer couldn't help but think to himself, 'These are the Battle Witches.'
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