Archer was standing on the top deck watching Verdantia appear on the horizon, making his paranoia increase the closer they got. Moments later, he sent out a flock of Mana Birds that flew toward land to see if any enemies were waiting to ambush the fleet while not actively fighting.

After a few minutes, the creatures spotted a Novgorod Fleet sailing in their direction. 'Are they trying to attack?' he mused.

Just then, Olivia's calm voice echoed in his mind, putting him at ease. 'Husband, the Alliance is sending a message that a fleet of theirs is here to escort us to Verdantia, thanks to rogue elements in the army.'

This caught his attention. 'Thanks for telling me, just saw them using the Mana Birds and wondered what they were up to,' he replied.

Following that, several horns echoed out across the sea; it was the Alliance signalling their arrival, prompting every cannon in the fleet to aim toward the enemy, but Olivia's voice rang out across every ship. ''Do. No. Fire! They're here to escort us to southern Verdantia.''

Upon receiving a return signal, the Alliance ships slowed their advance but continued moving forward. As they drew nearer, the vessels positioned themselves ahead, maintaining their distance without initiating an attack. Archer watched as the Draconians maintained their course.

As the coastline came into view, the lead ship signaled with a series of sharp flag movements, directing them toward a port nestled in a bay. The waters grew calmer, and the air carried the hum of activity from the shore. When they approached, the port revealed itself, a harbor lined with docks and cranes, their silhouettes stark against the morning light.

A large crowd had gathered along the waterfront, packed tightly, stretching from the stone quays to the streets beyond. Moments later, Archer's ears twitched when the murmur of voices grew louder, as the ships glided closer. Banners fluttered in the breeze, their colors unfamiliar to him.

The enemy ships peeled away, forming a loose escort as they guided them to a designated berth. He watched in fascination as the Draconian sailors secured the ships with ease. The crowd's chatter swelled, some pointing, others whispering, their eyes fixed on the newcomers.

A few figures in ornate uniforms stood at the forefront, their postures rigid, suggesting they were the leaders waiting for them. The air was thick with anticipation, as if the port itself held its breath, waiting for what would come next. While taking everything in, Teuila appeared beside him, a worried expression crossing her face. ''Will we be safe here?''

''We'll be fine, if they try anything, I have the Dragon Warriors and monsters to unleash on their homeland,'' he confidently responded. ''Plus, the Alliance also needs a break; they've lost billions of soldiers, half the world, famine, and now the Long Winter.''

''That's good,'' Teuila said, sighing in relief. ''I needed to stop worrying.''

Archer gestured toward the nearby docks, where a crowd of protesters blamed him for the famine, their shouts held at bay by a cordon of Alliance soldiers shielding the fleet from the chaotic people. The blue-haired beauty giggled at this as she responded. ''Looks like the emperor and pope need peace, do they think they can win the war after this?''

''Most likely,'' he answered, chuckling at the thought. ''Wait until they meet Morena and Demacia's death army, their building, it will shock every enemy soldier to the core, winning us the war.''

''That's unless the Terravians get involved, but after I destroyed one of their realms should make them back off,'' he concluded. ''For a while, at least.''

As the ship docked, the Oathkeepers streamed onto the shore, forming an impenetrable barrier, sealing off any approach to Archer or the women accompanying him. He stood calmly, his gaze fixed on the horizon, awaiting Aisha's arrival with the rest of the harem members who came with him.

The Imperial Guard soon joined the ranks of the giant knights, their combined presence an imposing spectacle that silenced the murmurs of the gathered crowd. Emperor Anatoly Novgorod and Pope Jeremiah, observing from a platform, were taken aback by the scene unfolding before them.

Their eyes locked onto him, and the two men's expressions were full of disdain and revulsion. Archer, undeterred, grinned at them, a shit eating grin crossing his face that made their hate intensify. With a theatrical snap of his fingers, he summoned Yevdokiya, the Novgorod Princess, who materialized beside him.

Her startled yelp echoed faintly, drawing her father's attention. Anatoly's face contorted with fury at the sight of his daughter alongside his enemy, his rage only fueling Archer's amusement further as the young woman spoke in her thick Russian accent. ''Are we here, Arch? Is this happening already?''

''Yes it is, Yev,'' he answered, smirking.

The air crackled as the two leaders tried to calm down, while he reveled in the chaos his presence had ignited. Archer stepped off the ship as Aisha joined him with Yevdokiya standing on the other side. Kassandra, Demetra, and Teuila stayed right behind them. Mary had chosen to guard the children who were sent to the Domain so they'd be safe.

When they touched Verdantia soil, the Dragonkin leaned over. ''No robbing banks while we're here, we can earn a lot more from peace than taking their wealth,'' she whispered.

''I know how diplomacy works, wife,'' he grinned in response. ''We can make so much gold off the Alliance until they're ready for war.''

''So we're ramping up production of the secret weapons?''

''I've already sent the order to Del,'' Archer revealed, a twinkle in his violet eyes. ''It's the strong who survive in this world, Aisha, and being one of the strongest, my empire will be a powerhouse; nothing will rival us once the weapon is finished.''

''An air force, underwater forces, a navy to rival any throughout history, and a fanatic army that would happily die for you,'' Ausha said in amazement. ''And the Dragon Warriors, the best soldiers I've ever seen.''

''Not to mention the people thriving like they're,'' Yevdokiya added. ''I've seen the peasants living like nobles on Verdantia, now Avidia, Pluoria, and part of Orientia are experiencing that. They'll never want to return to the old ways.''

As the grey-haired woman's words sliced through the air, Aisha's eyes widened, a storm of shock and dawning realization swirling within them as she whipped around to face him. ''You scheming bastard,'' she beamed. ''You've had this entire thing orchestrated from the start, haven't you? Just how much did you know?''

Archer's lips curled into a sly, predatory grin, his violet eyes glinting with the cold amusement of a chessmaster watching his opponent realize they've been checkmated. He let out a low, mocking laugh as they advanced toward the emperor and pope, their silhouettes looming like pawns in his grand design.

''Oh, my beautiful Aisha,'' he purred, his voice dripping with menace. ''I knew everything. Every move, every countermove. I knew they'd be foolish enough to target our shipping routes, but my underwater forces, bolstered by my Primal wives, crushed their pathetic ambush before it could even take root. I foresaw their desperation, their wealth bleeding dry, their armies crumbling under the weight of a war they could never win, especially now I'm near godhood.''

Archer couldn't help but laugh as he finished. ''A ceasefire? Pfft. It was inevitable. They're not here because they want peace, they're begging for it because I've left them no other choice, and they need to regroup.''

''Then what?''

''I unleash my Death Army, new weapons, and my monsters,'' he answered, a manic smile crossing his face as his aura exploded, forcing the women back. ''They targeted my family, there's no mercy for what I'm going to do to every single one of them.''

Yevdokiya shivered as she whispered. ''Will you spare my mother?''

Archer's laugh increased before snapping his fingers, and a mana screen popped up as a soft voice echoed out. ''My love! When are you coming to see me? It's been a week since I felt your lips.''

The others giggled as Yevdokiya went bright red and snapped. ''Mother! Don't speak like that around me!''

''Ara, ara, look who found her place,'' Anastasia teased, a smile crossing her pretty face. ''Archer here is a darling, your father has got him all wrong, and I fully support Draconia after coming to see the truth.''

''We have to go, Ana,'' he suddenly said. ''Meeting your ex-husband and the pope. We'll come see you later.''

''Alright, my love! See you soon,'' the older woman replied as they reached Emperor Anatoly, who was staring at Yevdokiya.

Archer's growl sliced through the tension, yanking the man's gaze back to him. ''She's with Draconia now,'' he snarled, his voice laced with possessive triumph. ''I was the one who pulled her from death, and now she's mine; her power will forge my empire into something unstoppable.''

The older man stiffened, his face a mask of barely contained fury, but Archer relished the moment. The meeting had given him a front-row seat to the enemy emperor's unraveling: hair turned silver from the relentless strain of war, his weathered face carved with lines that made him look a decade older than his forty years.

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