A Journey That Changed The World. - Chapter 1432 1432: They Don't Exist
Archer watched the grey-skinned beauty giggle as she teased. ”I heard you’ve been chased out of the palace by Brooke, having a baby sure does change a woman.”
”Shut up you,” he said, slapping her ass. ”You’ll be pregnant soon, my spider.”
Aeliana’s cheeks went red, and she shook her head, replying. ”I’m not ready, just like Elara and the others. I don’t want a baby yet.”
”Good, it would be a pain if every member were pregnant,” he commented with a relieved smile. ”Too much work for me when this war is still ongoing.”
The spider queen nodded with a warm smile as she questioned. ”How are things going? Did you accept the empress’s offer for a meeting?”
”Yes, I’m going to leave soon,” Archer revealed. ”They should be here within the hours.”
Aeliana looked concerned, causing him to smile. ”You can come with me if you like, Val’s tagging along,” he said.
When the young woman heard this, a happy expression appeared before she lunged forward and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, exclaiming. ”Thank you, husband!”
Following that, the fortress came to life as the Draconians lined the walls, observing the savannah lands in front of them. Archer knew the Lion Demi-Humans were lurking out in the mist-covered landscape.
‘Too many ambushes, it’s become annoying,’ he mused, watching a group of Broodmaws rushing through the long grass.
Moments later, a Tressym appeared as it flew toward him and started meowing when spotting him. He smiled, grabbing the fluffy cat as it passed all the information it learned into his mind.
He couldn’t help but chuckle while stroking the creature’s soft fur as he pictured a caravan of carriages traveling from the Goldenmane capital. When finding this out, he summoned his wings before sending the cat back to the Domain.
Once it was gone, Archer took off and started flying toward a nearby lake where the agreed-upon meeting place was. As he arrived, a portal opened as Inara, Valariana, Vivienne, Demetra, and Lucrezia appeared.
The five women beamed, spreading out to protect the area as a company of Oathkeepers appeared, looking determined in their duty. He was happy with the amount of security and brought out a massive tent.
Inside, he set up tables and chairs along with jugs of water, as the weather had been hot. After everything was set up, the Nightmare Ant Queen appeared with a big smile. ”Looks like the lion empress will give up, looks like she can’t keep the war going.”
”You’re right, but she won’t surrender yet,” he revealed. ”The Alliance left behind a million-strong army in the Demon Empire waiting to attack.”
Vivienne nodded, frowning. ”We can use the Monarch armies, trillions of them waiting in the Domain. Jasmine and Circe are complaining that they are running out of room.”
He sighed before commenting. ”I’ll expand the Domain now, but I’ll need an hour to recover from the strain.”
The older woman leaned forward, kissing him on the cheek while summoning some Nightmare Assassin Ants that hide in the shadows surrounding the lake to make sure everyone would be safe.
Following that, he returned to the Domain only to appear in the observatory, giving him a perfect view of the world he had created over the years. Just then, Ella’s voice echoed in his mind.
‘Arch, remember to return to the palace for your birthday. We want to spend time with you for your twenty-second,’ she cheerfully said.
Archer smiled when he heard the half-elf’s sweet voice, but answered. ‘I’ll be there, gorgeous.’
Once that was confirmed, he turned toward the Domain and closed his eyes while pouring his mana into the realm. At first, it felt good, but as half an hour passed, it started to hurt once it doubled in size.
Empty land popped up out of nowhere around the current ones, which were only grasslands. Archer stopped as sweat covered his body, and he sat there catching his breath. Seconds later, Circe appeared from a portal.
The Broodmaw Queen’s obsidian eyes glinted with suspicion as she fixed her gaze on him, her voice laced with concern. ”What in the abyss are you doing, handsome? You look like you’ve been dragged through a storm of blades and left to rot. Explain yourself.”
Archer let out a rough chuckle, the sound echoing faintly in the cavernous chamber. His battered form moved with a predator’s grace as he Blinked, vanishing in a shimmer only to reappear inches from her.
Circe, caught off guard, let out a sharp yelp, her composure faltering for a fleeting moment. But Arch was already closing the distance, his presence overwhelming as he leaned in, his breath hot against her skin.
With a deliberate slowness, he sank his teeth into the delicate curve of her slender neck. A tremor ran through the Broodmaw Queen’s body, her breath hitching as the sensation coursed through her.
Her arms instinctively wound around his broad shoulders, fingers digging into the worn leather of his coat as she pulled him closer, anchoring herself against the intensity of the moment.
The air between them crackled with unspoken tension, a blend of trust, defiance, and something far more dangerous. Archer felt her mana pouring into his body like a flood, which refreshed him.
Minutes later, Archer leaned back as Circe was breathing heavily, but he shocked her again and leaned forward, kissing her pink lips, making the Broodmaw Queen stiffen as she wasn’t expecting it.
His hands ran down her hourglass figure until reaching her seductive waist. The two of them kissed until he separated with a knowing smile. ”Did you like that, my queen?”
Circe’s dark eyes widened before nodding. ”Yes, but it shocked me, next time tell me if you do something like that again.”
Archer started laughing, and soon he calmed down and answered her previous question. ”Expanding the Domain to help you, Monarchs, with more space.”
Just then, something started ringing, causing the older woman to look at him weirdly. ”What’s that noise?” she questioned.
He pulled out the phone, he got back on Earth, and saw Micha’s name on the screen prompting him to answer.
***
(An hour before Archer got the phone call)
Elizabeth was sitting in the White House as Micha was on the phone, saying. ”Liz, people are watching our places. They are getting braver thanks to the upcoming election.”
She sighed, speaking with a fed up tone. ”It’s not my fault congress has gone rouge thanks to the tariffs. Countries were taking advantage of us, I had to deal with it or Americans would lose their jobs.”
”But those idiots turned against you for cutting corruption,” the brunette replied before concluding. ”Anyway, I have to go talk to security that Alexa and the Davis Family sent here a while ago.”
Elizabeth remembered that the navy-haired woman returned to Earth and secluded herself in their family home back in London. When thinking of that leftist cesspit, she sighed once again.
”He isn’t going to be pleased with being seen as a monster,” she muttered. ”You shouldn’t have destroyed that unknown country and kidnapped millions of prisoners. The elite hated that and turned the people against you.”
Following that, she got up and left the White House and got into a helicopter that would take her back to Rosemary Beach, where she had been staying. The Secret Service had locked down their street thanks to the constant protest.
While flying over the states, she looked out the window as her assistant looked worried as she revealed. ”They are impeaching you, Liza. Congress believes you worked with that boy to kidnap the prisoners and destroy that country in Europe.”
”What can I do, Jess?” she snapped back. ”Archer is an independent man and does what he wants, if he returns to this shitshow, god knows what he’ll do.”
The younger woman laughed dismissively. ”The stories are fake about him, no way he can turn into a dragon. They don’t exist.”
Elizabeth shook her head. ”Everything will be fine, let’s just head home for now.”
Hours later, the helicopter landed in a private airport only to be taken to Rosemary Beach, where she was met by the army. A senator who was her main opponent appeared with a smug smile, stood alongside the FBI.
‘What’s going on here?’ she thought.
The moment she stepped out of the sleek black car, the crisp air was sliced by the predatory presence of Senator Turo. His smug smirk curled like a venomous promise as he closed the distance, flanked by a cadre of stone-faced FBI agents.
”Madam President,” he drawled, his voice dripping with self-satisfied malice. ”I’m here to inform you that you’re under arrest for corruption. Specifically, your clandestine affair with the so-called White Devil.”
Elizabeth’s jaw tightened, her emerald eyes flashing with defiance as the accusation landed. Senator Turo, relishing the moment, produced a manila envelope and slid out a series of glossy photographs, each one a damning snapshot of her stolen moments with Archer.
