A Journey That Changed The World. - Chapter 1479 - 1479: My Bouncy Little Queen

Archer reached out, letting Freya’s tiny fingers wrap around his, his grin widening as she babbled happily. ”That’s right, my sweet girls,” he chuckled softly, his voice a warm blanket of love. ”Daddy’s here, and I’ll always be your biggest fan.”

Kela and Neoma glanced at him with expectant looks in their pretty eyes. He leaned over and kissed the two little girls on the foreheads as he pampered them. ”And I love you both so much.”

Three sets of babbles echoed out as the babies got excited, causing the two women to laugh. Seconds later, Ella, Nefertiti, and Hemera stepped into the room, only for their gazes to land on the four of them.

The pink-haired succubus was the first to react, her eyes sparkling with delight. ”Are these precious darlings my new daughters?” she exclaimed in a sweet, singsong voice, her gaze darting to the Sun Elf beside her. ”Hemi, just look at them! They’re absolutely adorable!”

As her voice danced through the room, the three baby girls turned their tiny heads toward Nefertiti, who stood nearby, beaming with maternal pride. The trio was nestled comfortably in a pillow fort, a cozy creation of soft blankets and plush cushions built by their mothers.

Each baby was propped against a fluffy pillow, looking like little queens in their cushioned castle. Freya, the most animated of the three, wiggled with excitement, her big blue eyes gleaming.

Her tuft of snowy white hair bounced with every movement, giving her the appearance of a tiny, curious bunny. She let out a happy squeal, her chubby hands flailing as she grinned at Nefertiti.

Neoma, her silver hair already sprouting in delicate wisps, thanks to the world’s nurturing mana, was styled into adorable pigtails that bobbed slightly as she tilted her head. Her violet eyes, an exact mirror of Archer’s, sparkled with a quiet intensity.

Her plump, rosy, grey cheeks were so irresistibly cute that they seemed to melt the hearts of everyone in the room. She gurgled softly, her tiny fingers reaching out as if to touch something.

Kela, Neoma’s twin, sported matching white fluffy hair tied into two tiny pigtails that framed her cherubic face. Her striking red eyes, however, were fixed solely on Archer from the moment she spotted Nefertiti.

There was a quiet intensity in her gaze, as if she recognized her father’s presence with an unspoken bond. Her little lips curved into a shy smile, and she let out a soft coo, her attention unwavering.

Nefertiti knelt beside the fort, her smile radiant as she reached in to gently boop Freya’s nose, eliciting a cascade of giggles. ”Oh, El, Hemi, aren’t they just perfect?” she cooed, her voice a soothing melody. ”Our little treasures, Freya, my bouncy little queen; Neoma, my violet-eyed darling; and Kela, my sweet dreamer with those ruby eyes.”

She leaned closer, pressing a tender kiss to each of their foreheads, her heart swelling as the babies babbled in unison, their tiny hands reaching for her and their new mothers with uncontainable joy.

Archer, standing nearby, felt his chest tighten with love. He stepped forward, his voice soft and warm as he addressed the trio. ”My beautiful girls,” he murmured, kneeling to meet their gazes. ”You’re the light of my world, and you’ve got the best mamas to spoil you silly.”

He winked at Elle, Nefertiti, and Hemi, who chuckled, their faces glowing with affection as they joined the succubus in showering the babies with love. While this happened, Sia and Hecate watched from the side, beaming with pride as Archer joined them.

”Seems like the others are falling in love with the girls,” he said, chuckling in amusement.

Archer watched as Ella sat next to Neoma, who glanced up at the Half-Elf as she booped her on the nose while speaking in a singsongy tone. ”You look like your father with your soft hair and adorable little dimple.”

The little grey-skinned girl giggled, causing everyone to look at her as Sia questioned. ”What are babies like back on Earth, handsome?”

He glanced at the tired Dragonkin and answered. ”They’re nothing like the ones here; they are weaker, more fragile compared to Freya. She’s the oldest, and look at her, she’s already sitting up and focused.”

Sia beamed at the praise and nodded. ”Our daughter is an amazing little girl, she’s already paying attention to her surroundings and knows the harem’s faces. I think she likes Lucrezia, but the Death Witch was acting strange.”

When Archer heard this, he chuckled. ”Remember, Luce was alone for years until we got together, and I’m sure seeing a happy baby confused the poor woman.”

Hecate giggled just as Nefertiti and Hemera joined them for tea that the Moon Elf poured for them. Just then, Ella appeared and spoke to him with a knowing smile. ”They want their Daddy, they’re bored of us now.”

Archer’s lips curled into a warm, irrepressible grin at the Half-Elf’s playful words, her voice still lingering in the air like a gentle melody. He turned his attention to the trio of babies nestled together.

Their tiny voices weaving a chorus of babbles and coos that filled the room with innocent joy. The moment their bright, curious eyes caught sight of him, their faces bloomed with happiness, as if his presence alone was a spark of magic in their little world.

He crossed the room with a lightness in his step, his heart swelling at the sight of their chubby cheeks and sparkling gazes. Lowering himself to the floor beside them, he sank into the moment, the world beyond fading into a distant hum.

”Hello, my little darlings,” he murmured, his voice soft and warm.

His fingers danced playfully, tickling each baby in turn, which made them beam. Freya, the boldest, erupted into a peal of giggles first, her laughter a bubbling stream of pure glee that set her tiny body wiggling.

Neoma followed, her soft chuckles quieter but no less heartfelt, her wide eyes gleaming with trust. Kela joined in last, her squeals high-pitched and infectious, her tiny hands flailing in delight as Archer showered them with affection.

He leaned closer, his grin widening as he marveled at their individuality, Freya’s fearless spirit, Neoma’s quiet wonder, and Kela’s boundless energy. Each laugh, each squirm, felt like a gift, a reminder of the simple, unspoken bond they shared.

For a moment, the weight of the world lifted, and all that mattered was the warmth of their laughter and the love that tethered them to him.

***

Ella sat with the other women, her breath catching as she watched Archer sprawled on the woven rug, surrounded by their three daughters. The soft glow of the afternoon sun filtered through the window, casting a golden halo around him, but it was the sight of him—so unguarded, so utterly devoted-that set her heart racing.

This was a side of him she hadn’t seen before, a tender, playful warmth that seemed to unravel the White Dragon she knew so well, revealing a father who lived for these moments with his little ones.

Freya, Neoma, and Kela babbled in a joyful chorus, their tiny hands reaching for him as he leaned in close, his deep voice softened to a melodic murmur. ”Oh, my little ladies,” he cooed, his grin wide, eyes sparkling with a mischief that mirrored the babies.

He scooped Freya up first, lifting her high until she squealed with delight, her giggles bubbling over like a stream in spring. Ella’s chest tightened, a sweet ache blooming as she saw the fierce love in his gaze, tempered by a gentleness that made her knees weak.

‘They’ve changed him already,’ she thought with a giggle. ‘It’s only been a few days and they’ve already got him wrapped around their little fingers.’

She watched as Archer set Freya down with a playful nuzzle, then turned to Neoma, who watched him with wide, trusting red eyes. His fingers traced a silly pattern in the air, creating mana shapes that caught the baby’s attention.

This coaxed a shy smile from her before he tickled her sides, drawing out a soft, hiccupping laugh that melted into the room. Kela, ever impatient, tugged at his sleeve, and he obliged instantly.

The group of women watched as he rolled onto his back and lifted her above him like she weighed nothing, her high-pitched squeals filling the air as he made exaggerated faces, his laughter mingling with hers.

Ella’s heart thudded faster, each beat echoing the realization that this was Archer, her Archer, transformed by fatherhood into something even more beautiful. The way he moved with such care, the way his voice softened.

She noticed the way he seemed to glow with every giggle he drew from their daughters, it was intoxicating. She pressed a hand to her chest, as if to steady the warmth flooding through her, her lips curving into a smile she couldn’t suppress.

In this moment, watching him play with such abandon, she fell in love with him all over again, captivated by the man who held their daughters’ hearts as effortlessly as he held hers.