A Journey That Changed The World. - Chapter 1500 - 1500: Wrangle These Little Gremlins

Archer noticed the women’s sleeves rolled up as they lovingly washed the girl’s fluffy hair. The four little ones splashed gleefully in the water, their tiny hands clutching colorful bath toys that bobbed and floated around them.

He watched as bubbles drifted through the air, catching the soft glow of the bathroom’s mana lights, and the girls’ laughter rang out like a chorus of tiny bells, filling the room with joy.

He stood in the doorway for a moment, utterly enchanted, his heart swelling as he took in the tender scene unfolding. The bathroom was alive, the air filled with the soft scent of rose soap.

The gentle hum of the women’s soothing voices mingled alongside the baby’s delighted giggles. His eyes softened as he watched Leira, her hands gentle, carefully cleaning Neoma’s shimmering silver hair.

She ran a soft cloth over the little girl’s pointy ears, eliciting a burst of laughter from the little grey-skinned bundle of joy, whose violet eyes sparkled like amethysts under the light as she enjoyed herself.

Her tiny hands splashed playfully, sending bubbles floating toward the ceiling as she beamed up at her mother. Nearby, Sia was tending to little Evelyn with equal care, her movements patient and loving.

Evelyn’s snow-white hair gleamed as the older woman gently worked through it, ensuring every strand was clean. She paid special attention to the fluffy cat ears atop her head, brushing them with a delicate touch that made the youngest squirm with glee.

‘They’re growing up so fast,’ he thought in amazement. ‘I can’t believe all of them can already sit up and hold their heads up, it’s faster compared to Earth babies.’

Moments later, he noticed the little adorable girl’s emerald-green eyes shimmered with excitement, her fluffy tail flicking beneath the water as she clutched a toy fish, babbling happily to Sia about its adventures in the bath.

Archer watched as the older woman happily listened to the little girl and played along, causing his smile to grow wider. Across the tub, Hecate sat with a big smile, her hands steady as she cared for Freya and Kela.

His eldest’s white hair floated like a halo around her, and her big blue eyes sparkled with wonder as the Moon Elf gently brushed through her locks, untangling them. Freya hummed a little tune, her voice soft and sweet, occasionally pausing to blow bubbles off her palm.

Beside her, Kela sat patiently as Hecate brushed her white hair with the same gentle care. The baby’s red eyes gleamed with quiet contentment, her small fingers tracing patterns in the water as she leaned into her mother’s touch, utterly at ease.

His chest tightened with love as he watched his girls, each so unique yet bound by the same joyful energy that lit up the room. The mothers exchanged fond glances, their laughter blending with the girl’s as they navigated the playful chaos.

Unable to stay on the sidelines any longer, Archer stepped forward, his voice warm and teasing. ”Looks like I’ve stumbled into a bubble kingdom,” he said, crouching by the tub.

The girls’ heads whipped toward him, their faces lighting up with squeals as they reached out with wet, soapy hands, eager to pull him into their world. Hecate, brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear, gave a playful nod toward the tub.

”Why don’t you take over, Papa?” she suggested, her voice soft but teasing. ”I think these little ones need their hero to finish the job.”

Leira and Sia chuckled, carefully stepping back to make room, their damp sleeves and fond smiles evidence of their earlier efforts. ”Good luck keeping them calm,” Sia teased, wiping a bubble from her cheek as she leaned against the counter.

Archer rolled up his sleeves, his violet eyes sparkling with mischief as he knelt by the tub, already anticipating the chaos to come. ”Alright, my little bubble princesses,” he declared, dipping his hands into the warm water. ”Time for Papa to make you the cleanest, shiniest adventurers in the kingdom!”

The girls erupted in giggles, their eyes gleaming with excitement. Archer started with Neoma, gently massaging a bit of scented soap into her hair, his fingers careful around her pointy ears.

He made silly faces, crossing his eyes and puffing out his cheeks, which sent her into peals of laughter, her eyes shining as she splashed him in retaliation. ”Oh, you’re a fierce one, Captain Neoma!” he growled playfully, pretending to dodge her tiny waves.

Next, he turned to his little cat daughter, whose fluffy ears twitched as he lathered her hair. Archer grabbed the fish toy using mana and made it swim through the bubbles, narrating its daring escape from Pirate Evelyn.

The little girl’s eyes sparkled with glee, and she clapped her hands, sending water everywhere as she tried to catch the fish, her giggles infectious. He laughed, letting her soak his shirt without a care.

Moving to Freya, he gently brushed through her hair, humming along to the tune she’d been singing earlier. Her big blue eyes gazed up at him in adoration as he shaped her bubbles into a wobbly crown.

”Queen Freya, ruler of the bath kingdom!” he proclaimed, bowing dramatically, which made her laugh so hard she nearly toppled backward.

Archer caught her gently, planting a kiss on her forehead. Finally, he reached Kela, who watched him with quiet delight. He used a soft cloth to clean her, making up a story about a brave red-eyed dragon who guarded a treasure of bubbles.

Kela’s small smile grew, and she splashed timidly, joining in as he roared like a dragon, sending bubbles flying. Her soft laughter warmed his heart. The mothers watched from the side, their expressions a mix of love and amusement as he turned bath time into a grand adventure.

The four babies laughed uncontrollably, their voices blending into a joyful symphony that filled the room. Water sloshed over the tub’s edge, and Archer’s shirt was thoroughly soaked, but he didn’t mind one bit.

He leaned back, pretending to be exhausted, and gasped. ”You four are too powerful for Papa!”

The girls squealed before standing up, their soapy hands clinging to him as they hugged him. He wrapped his arms around them, his heart bursting, as the mothers stepped forward to join the cuddle, turning the moment into one of pure, unbreakable family love.

As the mothers moved to scoop up the girls, the four little ones clung tightly to Archer, their soapy arms wrapped around him like tiny octopuses. The women burst into laughter, and Sia, with a playful grin.

”Well, ladies, looks like we’re off duty! Let him wrangle these little gremlins dry,” she remarked.

Archer chuckled, standing up with all four girls still clinging to him, their damp bodies leaving wet patches on his already soaked shirt. They were still dripping from the bath, their giggles bubbling up as he carefully balanced them in his arms.

Grabbing a fluffy towel from the nearby rack, he set it down gently on a cushioned bench and began the drying process. With each pat of the towel, he sneaked in a tickle to their tiny feet or soft bellies, sending them into fits of wild, unrestrained laughter.

Their eyes sparkled as they squirmed and squealed, filling the bathroom with a chorus of pure joy. Archer made sure they were dry as the women left, but Leira stayed behind as she taught him how to do their hair.

As Hecate, Leira, and Sia reached for the girls, the four little ones clung to Archer with all their might, their soapy arms wrapped around him like tiny octopuses. The mothers erupted in laughter.

Sia, grinning mischievously, quipped, ”Well, ladies, looks like we’re off duty! Let him wrangle these little gremlins dry.”

Archer laughed, rising to his feet with the four girls still latched onto him, their wet bodies leaving splotches on his already drenched shirt. Fresh from their bubble-filled bath, they dripped water onto the tiled floor, their giggles bubbling up as he balanced them with care.

He grabbed a soft, fluffy towel from a nearby rack and gently set the girls on a cushioned bench. As he began drying them, he couldn’t resist sneaking in playful tickles to their tiny toes or soft bellies.

Each tickle sent them into wild fits of laughter, their unique eyes glimmering with delight. Their squeals and squirms filled the bathroom, creating a symphony of joy that warmed the hearts of everyone present.

Leira grinned as she snatched a fresh, dry towel and playfully draped it over Evelyn’s head, eliciting a burst of giggles from the little girl. She gently rubbed the little girl’s white hair, her fluffy cat ears twitching with amusement as she channeled a soft pulse of mana to warm the towel and speed up the drying.

The baby’s green eyes peeked out from under the towel, sparkling with delight as she laughed and wiggled. As she worked, the young woman glanced at Archer and the other mothers, her voice warm and teasing.

”You see, these little angels each have their style,” she said, her tail swishing playfully.