A Journey That Changed The World. - Chapter 1501 - 1501: There's My Wise Girl

Archer watched as Leira reached over to ruffle Freya’s damp white hair, earning a squeal from the blue-eyed girl, before returning her focus to Evelyn, who happily clapped her hands while laughing.

With quick fingers, the cat woman gathered her now-dry hair into a neat ponytail, securing it using a bright green hairband. The baby’s face lit up, her bright eyes sparkling as she bounced on the bench, her fluffy cat ears twitching excitedly.

Afterward, the two continued drying the four bundles of joy as they wiggled around and tried to escape, but it was useless, then styled their hair in playful, unique designs suited to each girl.

He and Leira started getting the babies ready, who were getting excited, and once they were done, the couple let out a breath of relief. The cat beauty turned to him with a warm smile as she booped them on the nose.

”These gremlins are always getting happy, never seen such charming little girls,” she revealed.

After that, Archer turned to the babies and took in what they were wearing. Neoma, utterly enchanting in a fluffy peach dress decorated with delicate ruffle trim, stood before the mirror, her twintails tied using matching satin ribbons that bobbed as she tilted her head.

Freya was in a lilac dress, her sleek ponytail cascading down her back like a silky waterfall, adding a touch of sophistication to her toddler charm. Kela was twirled by Leira in a bright coral dress, her playful pigtails swinging wildly.

Each was secured using a sparkly bow that caught the bathroom’s soft light. Evelyn, the picture of adorableness, wore a pale blue dress and a puffy skirt sprinkled with tiny embroidered stars, her bun meticulously styled by Leira.

The young woman had woven a delicate silver thread through it for extra sparkle. Following that, the bathroom was filled with the scent of baby shampoo and the warmth of their laughter.

It became a stage for their innocent joy, as the babies admired their reflections, each dress and hairstyle perfectly capturing their unique, heart-melting charm. Once everything was done, Archer looked at each one, smiling.

”You four are gorgeous, now I want to cuddle each one of you,” he said.

Moments later, he scooped up Neoma and Kela, their tiny dresses fluttering as they squealed in delight, their twintails and pigtails bouncing merrily. Not missing a beat, he gently gathered Freya and Evelyn into his arms.

Leira, standing nearby, couldn’t hold back a giggle, her eyes sparkling with joy as she watched Archer cradle all four babies. The cat woman, her sleek tail swishing gently, leaned against the doorway, shaking her head in quiet admiration.

”The way you cherish these four is truly something special,” she purred, her voice warm. ”The harem can’t help but adore how you treat them and love every moment of it.”

Archer’s heart swelled, his smile soft and genuine as he gazed down at the babies nestled in his arms. Bending slightly, he pressed a gentle kiss to each girl’s forehead, first Neoma, who giggled and grabbed at his shirt.

Kela, who kicked her tiny feet, followed by Freya, who blinked up at him her eyes full of trust, and finally Evelyn, who let out a contented sigh. Each kiss was a quiet promise of protection and love.

Straightening up, Archer’s eyes met Leira’s, and with a sudden spark, he stepped closer. Before she could react, he drew her into a passionate kiss, his lips warm against hers. The young woman’s cheeks flushed a rosy pink.

Her initial surprise melted into a soft laugh as she leaned into him, the babies cooing softly as if cheering them on. After that, they walked outside, and he sat down on a nearby sofa as he got them comfortable.

Leira slipped away alongside the other women who had each given him a passionate kiss: Sia, Hecate, Ella, and Nefertiti. The group of women exited the room, their laughter and soft murmurs fading down the corridor, entrusting him with the care of their lively daughters.

Alongside the four little girls, Archer’s eyes sparkled thanks to the mischief and affection, ready to weave a bit of magic to keep them entertained. He gently waved his hand, using his mana, the air shimmering faintly as energy danced at his fingertips.

He began crafting vivid illusions, creating images of creatures that sprang to life before the girls’ wide, wonder-filled eyes. A majestic lion, a flowing golden mane, prowled silently across the room, its paws leaving faint ripples of light.

Next, a playful dragon soared overhead, its scales glinting in shades of emerald and sapphire as it looped through the air. Then came a parade of whimsical beings, glowing unicorns, mischievous goblins, and towering, gentle giants that seemed to step out of a storybook.

The babies, nestled comfortably in his lap, erupted in delight. Their tiny hands clapped with unbridled enthusiasm, their faces alight with broad, gummy smiles. Giggles and excited babbles filled the room.

A joyful mix of squeals, coos, and nonsensical chatter as they reached out toward the shimmering illusions. Each new creation drew gasps and bursts of laughter, their eyes tracking every movement of the magical menagerie.

Archer couldn’t help but grin, his heart warmed by their infectious happiness, as he continued to spin his mana into ever more fantastical displays to keep the little ones enchanted.

Hours passed, as the afternoon sun cast a glow across the room, he noticed the four little girls beginning to tire. Their giggles had softened while their eyes, though still bright, hinted at the need for a quieter moment.

Smiling warmly, he decided it was time to settle them down with a song, one that would wrap them in the same magic he’d woven earlier. He gently gathered the girls, their tiny hands still clutching their plush companions.

”Freya, up you go,” he murmured, tucking her bunny beside her.

She squealed softly, kicking her little legs as she settled in. Next, he lifted Neoma, who clutched her owl tightly. ”There’s my wise girl,” he said, brushing a curl from her face as he set her down.

Kela wiggled with excitement as Archer hoisted her up, her dragon flopping in her arms. ”Easy, my fierce warrior,” he chuckled, ensuring she was snug.

Finally, he gently placed Evelyn on the chair, her peacock cradled close. ”My beautiful star,” he whispered, kissing her forehead.

With the girls comfortably seated, their stuffed toys nestled against them, Archer knelt before the chair, his violet eyes twinkling. He reached out, letting a faint shimmer of mana dance around his fingers.

Creating tiny sparkles that floated like fireflies above the girls’ heads. Their eyes widened, captivated, as the sparkles swirled gently, casting a dreamy light. ”Alright, my little princesses,” he said softly. ”Let me show you a whole new world.”

Archer’s voice, warm and melodious, began to weave the opening notes of A Whole New World from Aladdin. ”I can show you the world… shining, shimmering, splendid…” he sang, his tone tender yet rich, filling the room with a soothing magic.

The girls stilled instantly, their babbling hushed as they gazed at him, enchanted. Freya’s chubby hands clutched her bunny tighter, her mouth forming a tiny o of awe. Amara’s dark eyes sparkled, reflecting the mana’s glow as she swayed slightly to the rhythm.

Kela, usually so spirited, leaned forward, her dragon forgotten as she hung on every note. Evelyn, ever serene, smiled softly, her peacock resting in her lap as she watched Archer with quiet wonder.

As he sang, ”A whole new world… a new fantastic point of view…,” Archer’s mana pulsed gently, conjuring faint images of starry skies and soaring carpets that hovered just above the girls, blending seamlessly with the song’s imagery.

The girls’ faces lit up with pure delight, their earlier tiredness replaced by a shared sense of magic. He leaned closer, his voice softening for the chorus. ”Let me share this whole new world with you…”

Each word felt like a promise, wrapping the girls in warmth and love. Their tiny hands reached toward the sparkles, their smiles radiant, utterly captivated by their father’s song and the enchanting world he created just for them.

Archer continued to entertain his daughters until they grew tired. Their eyelids drooped, their once-energetic giggles now replaced by soft yawns, their stuffed toys still clutched tightly in their tiny hands.

With a smile, he decided it was time to ease the four into a nap. He carefully scooped each girl from the cushioned chair, their small forms warm and trusting in his arms. ”Time for a rest, my little stars,” he murmured, his voice a soothing hum.

He settled onto a plush, oversized rug in the center of the room, lying back and arranging the girls around him. Freya nestled into the crook of his left arm, her bunny pressed against her cheek, while Neoma curled up on his chest, her owl tucked beneath her chin.

Kela sprawled across his right side, her dragon flopping over his arm, and Evelyn snuggled against his shoulder, her peacock cradled close. Their soft breaths synchronized, a gentle rhythm that warmed his heart as he stroked their hair.