A Journey That Changed The World. - Chapter 913: Don't Worry About Them

Archer watched the woman hand over a bowl and some bread. With red cheeks, he smiled before speaking, “Why are you quiet? I don’t bite, you know.”

He eyed the soup appreciatively. Its aroma was tantalizing, and the broth was filled with tender chunks of meat and colorful vegetables. As he dug in, savoring each spoonful, he couldn’t resist dipping the bread into the savory broth.

The gesture elicited a soft giggle from the maid that caught him off guard. Archer looked at the older woman who was smiling. He shook his head and held out his hand, “I’m Archer Wyldheart, the most handsome dragon on Thrylos.”

She took his hand and introduced herself, “Meredith Silverbane.”

They continued eating in silence, but he noticed an air of depression around Meredith, which caused him to grow curious, “Are you unhappy with your work?”

The blonde woman’s expression flickered with surprise, but she quickly composed herself and began to speak. “No, Your…” Her sentence was cut short as Archer interjected smoothly.

“Master or Archer,” he interjected with a warm smile. “How about you become my personal maid? I’ll stay in Draconia for a while as the outside rebuilds after the Swarm invasion, and will need help whenever I’m in the palace.”

He watched as Meredith’s expression changed from disbelief to shock, making him chuckle, but she soon nodded, “That would be nice, Master. Does this mean I have a route into your harem?”

When Archer heard this, he choked on the ale he was drinking, coughing. This worried the older woman, who rushed to help him, but he waved her away before speaking, “That was a bit forward, but who knows what the future holds?”

‘What is it with these damn horney maids! I need to talk to Edith,’ he thought to himself.

Just as he thought of the white-haired woman, she walked through the door with a smile. “Your Majesty, what are you doing eating in the staff kitchen?” Edith, the blue-eyed maid, asked.

Archer glanced at them and replied, “Take a seat, Edith. I’ll explain, even to you, ladies with wandering minds.”

Meredith and Edith blushed at his remark, but Archer continued without acknowledging their embarrassment. He focused on Edith, the older of the two. “I won’t have sex with a woman unless she’s with me willingly. I may have a reputation, but I won’t use anyone just for pleasure. If that were my intention, I could have taken advantage of every maid and woman I’ve encountered.”

He observed Meredith’s smile grow as a confused expression appeared on Edith’s face before she remarked, “You know I have no interest in being part of a harem or any relationship. What does that mean for me?”

Archer met her gaze with regret as he responded, “Then I won’t pursue you. A woman should be loved and cherished by her partner before anything can happen.”

“Why do you think like that? When every other king or emperor sees women as a tool for giving him heirs or to have another powerful mage on his side,” Meredith questioned.

He smiled warmly upon hearing her question and spoke sincerely, “too me women are a precious gift bestowed by the gods. They possess the miraculous ability to bring new life into the world—a role I deeply respect and cherish. If any of my girls were to become pregnant, I would guarantee they are cared for and their wishes honored to make their journey as comfortable as possible.”

Meredith beamed when hearing this, and Archer thought he saw love hearts in her eyes. He quickly shook his head and was going to speak, but Edith interrupted, “What if a woman betrayed you?”

Archer started laughing, “I would kill them, but I have a feeling the other girls would get to her before me,” he said with an honest smile.

Edith nodded before she started speaking, “You’re different, Master; I’ve not met a single person who values women as you do, which is refreshing.”

“What can I say? I don’t follow the usual path; I carve out my own,” Archer said, his voice gentle yet persistent. “We are what we make ourselves. I watched my father shower my mother with love and saw how she blossomed because of it. That’s what I want for the women in my life – a chance to flourish, to chase their dreams, and to live a life filled with joy and fulfillment.”

The white-haired woman jumped up, “Then why do you put yourself in harm’s way? What if you died, Master?”

“The closer I am to death, the more alive I feel, Edith!” Archer declared, his eyes blazing with intensity. “I refuse to hide behind a mask. I’ve shown the world who I truly am and am not afraid of what anyone thinks. I’ll keep fighting until the world understands the strength of Draconia Peace. But my ultimate goal is an era of peace and happiness, where no child goes hungry or suffers abuse like I did.”

The two maids’ eyes widened, but Archer continued, “Darkness is coming to Thrylos ladies, and Draconia will become the light that everyone turns to. The Swarm was just the beginning of the chaos that will infest the world.”

Following that, he resumed eating, savoring the rich flavors. When Edith spoke up, a beaming smile lit up her face. “Wow. For someone so young, your determination is truly inspiring. I believe you can achieve your goals with what you’ve created.”

She stood up and moved closer to Archer, who was too busy chewing to notice her smile. He grinned when he finally looked up and saw the older woman beside him. “What’s wrong, Edith?” he asked.

The older woman leaned forward and kissed him; Archer was shocked before pulling away and looked at her with a raised eyebrow, “Changed your mind?” he questioned.

Edith smiled, “You’re unlike any man I’ve ever heard of. I would like to see where we go over time?” she suggested.

Archer grinned and leaned forward, returning the kiss. Meredith, who had been watching intently, looked shocked but had a slight smile on her beautiful face as her green eyes

gleamed.

When they finally parted, Edith said amusedly, “How can I kiss someone younger than my grandson, Mere?”

She turned to the blonde with a teasing smile. “Why don’t you give it a try? After all, as his personal maid, that might include more intimate duties. Besides, what king wouldn’t want a beautiful maid like you as his wife?”

Archer chuckled softly, noticing Meredith’s cheeks turn a bright shade of red, which caused him to speak. “Don’t tease here, Edith,” he turned to the blonde maid. “I don’t expect you to be with me because you’re my maid. We can be friends if you want.”

When Meredith heard this and nodded with a smile, “That would be nice, but only when it’s me and you, Master. It would cause the other staff to turn on me because they think I seduced

you.”

He chuckled at her reaction. “Don’t worry about them, Mere. As the king, I can do as I please,” Archer reassured her with a laugh.

Edith nodded in agreement before stating, “I’ll maintain professionalism if anyone’s around.” She glanced at Meredith. “Let’s head to bed; we have work in the morning while Archer enjoys himself.”

Following that, the two maids said farewell before leaving for bed. Archer was now alone and hungry, so he started making sandwiches; while cutting the meat, someone opened the door, causing him to turn around.

That’s when he noticed Mary standing there, clad in a gown that accentuated her figure, sparking a pang of jealousy. The older woman caught his expression and smiled reassuringly. “Don’t worry, dear husband. The male guards are stationed outside the palace grounds, while the female soldiers are here within.”

Archer nodded as Mary continued speaking, “I can sense your power now; it emanates from

you like a storm.”

“It does feel different, more freeing in a way I can’t explain,” he replied, assembling his

sandwich.

The mature woman crossed the room before wrapping her arms around him and resting her chin on his shoulder as she spoke, “I heard you’re sticking around for a while. If so, there’s a place on a beach in the south I wanted to visit. Would you like to go on a date?”

Archer glanced at her with a smile, “When?”

“In the morning, my love,” she responded. “Demetra said they do a delicious breakfast.”

“Then let’s go when the sun rises, but I’m staying with you tonight,” Archer commented. “Let me eat first, then I’ll come.”‘

Mary beamed, “I’ll wait here for you,” she said happily while sitting beside him. “Can I have

a sandwich, please?”

Archer handed her one and sat down, savoring the food. Mary giggled softly, observing him with a smile. “You’re adorable when you eat; the expressions on your face are too much,” the older woman remarked.

He smiled as her hand crawled onto his thigh, which caused a shiver to run down his spine before reaching his cock. Mary started to rub it as she spoke in a seductive tone gently, “Will I be getting some off this tonight? I’ve missed the feeling of being stuffed like a Frostwinter

Turkey.”

When Archer heard this, he couldn’t help but laugh but nodded before speaking, “Yes, we can make love, my beautiful mature wife.”‘

Mary giggled before dropping off her chair so she was on her knees in front of him while tugging his pants down, which excited Archer, causing his smew to grow wider.