Novel Full Chapter 1567 - 1567: No, I Was Taunting Her
Archer was now standing in front of the mana generator, which Halime needed to recharge. The snake woman was bouncing around, excited. ”Thank you for this handsome. I haven’t needed to charge it since the last time. We don’t use that much, only to boost the toxins of the Black Devils.”
”Interesting,” he mused and placed his hand on the machine Dellah created. ”Now it will be fully shortly.”
Moments later, Archer sent a stream of mana into the generator, and the couple witnessed it lighting up with violet energy. After a few seconds, he stepped back, speaking. ”It’s all done, is there anything else I can do for you, my love?”
Halime shook her head and hugged him, excitedly exclaiming. ”This will help out a lot! Thanks for all your help!”
Following that, the snake woman rushed off to get back to her experiments with an adorable giggle. Just then, Aisha sent him a message. ‘Husband, we have eastern envoys here at the headquarters who wish to speak to you at the palace.’
Archer sighed, replying. ‘Alright, I’ll head there now.’
With a lingering glance at Halime, he said his farewells and teleported back to the palace on Draconia, and in an instant, he materialized in the foyer. The vast marble hall echoed thanks to the faint hum of magic, its towering pillars decorated with carvings that gleamed under the mana lights’ glow.
To his surprise, three familiar figures awaited him: Ella, Kassandra, and Ayrenn. Their presence was unexpected, yet the sight of them made him smile. The Half-Elf stepped forward first. ”Aisha sent word,” she said, a concerned expression on her face. ”Eastern envoys are arriving soon. We’re here to be with you, just in case things take a turn, knowing how people love taunting.”
He offered a smile, brushing off the tension that hung in the air. “I appreciate the backup, but I’m not here for their petty provocations or political games. Let them sling their insults, I’ve got thicker skin than that.”
Kassandra gave a bright smile as she cracked her knuckles. ”If they try anything funny, I’ll crush them within seconds.”
Ayrenn, ever the strategist, adjusted her spectacles and added. ”Still, it’s wise to be prepared. The eastern lords are known for their cunning. We’ll keep things civil, but we’re ready if they aren’t.”
With a shared understanding, the four turned and made their way toward the grand hall at the far end of the palace. The corridor stretched, its walls lined with paintings showing the many Draconian victories. Their footsteps echoed in rhythm. Aisha chose the diplomatic wing to keep the meeting far from their private quarters.
The hall ahead awaited, and shortly after, the envoys would arrive. Sometime later, Archer watched as the Oathkeepers escorted several figures into the grand hall. They were a mixed bunch. A few humans, Demi-Humans, and a single Orc caught his attention. ‘I wonder if she’s from the Green Sea Ashoka mentioned.’
But soon enough, he was staring at the older woman standing there, a smug smile on her face as she looked at Ayrenn and scowled at the High-Elf before rudely speaking. ”If I knew you entertained whores, I would have brought some of our best, Dragon Emperor.”
When Ella, Kassandra, and Ayrenn heard the stranger’s words, a surge of anger ignited within them, their eyes blazing with indignation. Their faces flushed with the heat of their emotions, and their hands clenched into fists, ready to challenge the audacity of this outsider who dared to stir such unrest.
But before their anger could erupt into words or actions, Archer raised a single hand, a gesture both commanding and dismissive, silencing the hall. His gaze swept over the trio, and when he spoke, his voice was laced with disdain, as if he had seen through the stranger’s games from the moment they began.
”What purpose does my anger serve you” he asked, his words measured and cutting, each syllable dripping with indifference. ”A burning capital, reduced to ash and ruin? A royal family slaughtered, their blood staining the thrones you so clearly covet? Tell me, what do you gain from provoking me into chaos?”
His words hung heavy in the air, sharp like a blade slicing through the tension. Everyone fell into a stunned silence, the weight of his accusations settling over everyone present. Ella, Kassandra, and Ayrenn, their rage momentarily eclipsed by shock, turned to him with expressions that flickered between astonishment, confusion, and a dawning realization.
Their eyes, wide and searching, locked onto his face, as if seeing him anew. Ella’s brows furrowed, her lips parting slightly as she grappled with his words. Kassandra softened, her head tilting as she studied him, while Ayrenn’s sharp gaze narrowed, her mind clearly racing to unravel the stranger’s true intentions.
The three women stood frozen, their earlier fire tempered by the chilling clarity of his insight, as the room pulsed with the unspoken question. Who was this man, to see so deeply and speak so boldly? He laughed at their reactions before turning back to the older Demi-Human woman.
Archer’s gaze sliced through her venomous words, fixing on the striking figure of a wolf Demi-Human, her beauty sharpened by the fire of age. Her fiery red hair blazed like molten copper, threaded with silver that only amplified her presence, framing a face where fierce blue eyes burned with a volatile mix of defiance and seductive charm.
Her muscular but curvy body, radiating the bold confidence of a mature woman, sparked a reckless heat in him. With a roguish grin, he leaned in, voice dripping with teasing provocation, “Or have you stormed into my path to drag me into your bed? Because I do love women your age.”
When the three women heard this, they rolled their eyes as Ayrenn slapped his arm. ”Stop being greedy, you have over thirty wives and over ten children. There’s no time for other women!” she told him off.
Archer chuckled but pointed at the wolf woman. ”But if she joins, it will be only sex and to solidify my hold over Orientia. Plus, she is older like Brooke and Sia.”
”You clearly have mother issues, my love,” Kassandra whispered into his ear, sending a shiver down his spine.
Moments later, the eastern envoy’s blue eyes flashed with fury, cheeks flushing a hot scarlet as she bristled, her tail snapping sharply behind her. ”How dare you, you insolent cur!” she spat, her voice sharp and cutting. ”I’m Hana, and I’d sooner claw your eyes out than entertain your filthy notions!”
Archer’s smile widened at her words. He stood up and spoke. ”Well, if you’re ready to talk, then do not insult my wife, and I’ll return the gesture, but the next time you do…”
He vanished and appeared behind the older woman, holding one of his claws against her throat. ”I will behead you and burn your entire homeland to the ground, wolf,” he concluded by pushing her away from him. ”Now rest for a while. We can revisit this conversation tomorrow when you’re calmer.”
Following that, Archer led the three women out as the Oathkeepers ushered them out of the hall. Once alone, Ella turned to him with a raised eyebrow. ”Are you going to fuck that woman after she insulted Ayrenn?!”
”No, I was baiting her,” he admitted, grinning. ”As a high noble, she’s not used to being challenged like that. It forced the real Hana to show herself, and now we know they’re here to stir up trouble.”
Upon hearing his words, the trio’s faces brightened. Kassandra impulsively threw her arms around him. ”I knew you wouldn’t act so recklessly! You had me worried for a moment there.”
Archer chuckled at this and hugged her back. ”I have enough women, I don’t want or need any more for now,” he explained.
”Well, what are you going to do about the envoys?” Ella questioned.
”I could kill or send them away,” he muttered, his tail swaying side to side. ”I have no interest in their offers or sweet words, I’m going to conquer their lands either way.”
The four retreated to their quarters, where he led the women to his chamber. They shared a lively night before falling asleep in each other’s arms. At dawn, Archer dispatched one hundred Oathkeepers to expel the envoys from Draconia. The looks on their faces amused him to know end.
He watched the ship sail away, but then explosions rocked the port city of Dragonshore, causing him to target the ship with an overcharged Mana Blast. The violet blast streaked through the air and slammed into the metal vessel. Seconds later, it exploded into pieces, flying all over the place.
Archer’s eyes shone when the eastern ship sank to the bottom of the sea, only to be hoovered up by the Mining Platforms. Once that was settled, he returned to Orienta, where Ashoka was leading the invasion, conquering castles, winning over enemy cities and people by helping them.
‘Looks like the legions don’t need any help,’ he mused, flying above a ongoing battle that Maeve was leading.