Archer appeared in a nearby alleyway only for ten Oathkeepers to appear from the Domain, led by Thalion, who knelt in front of him. He rolled his eyes but agreed. ''Yes, you can guard us, Thal, it will be good to be seen by the people.''
At that moment, Freya floated toward him by the gentle pulse of his mana to keep the six babies close. Among them, a white-haired girl, her tiny hands reaching with unbridled affection, leaned forward and planted a sloppy kiss on his cheek. Her giggle was a melody, pure and unguarded, warming the air around them.
The sight sparked a chain reaction. Neoma, Kela, and Evelyn, their eyes sparkling, swarmed him in an instant. Their small forms clambered over one another, each vying to shower his face with a flurry of kisses, their soft lips leaving a trail of saliva across his cheeks. Laughter erupted from him, a sound drawing the curious gazes of the Oathkeepers nearby.
