A Journey That Changed The World.

Archer eyed the ten remaining attackers, curious about who had sent them. He then commanded a Chull Warrior to fetch one for him.

The beast seized a struggling attacker and pulled him across the street before tossing the man to him.

When he saw this, a grin appeared before crouching down and casting Soul Eater on the man.

He pulled the attacker's soul from his body, which caused everyone, including Hecate and the Chull, to shiver in fear.

Archer ate the man's soul and closed his eyes to sift through the essential memories and discarded the rest.

When he sorted them out, he opened his eyes with a big smile, cast Soul Eater on each attacker, and got the same information.

After doing that, he opened a portal to the domain and sent the Chull back. The beasts bowed before stepping through.

Once they were gone, the city guard came rushing around the corner as Archer started tearing out their hearts.

He stored them in his Item Box before Hecate approached him when the commander stopped running.

The older man spoke in a commanding voice as he pulled out his sword. ''Boy, what are you doing!''

Archer looked at the human as he ripped out the last heart and threw the bodies into the Nightmare Ant nest.

His smile widened, but his eyes held a hint of warning. "Careful with your words, human. You might not have realized who I am just yet. But you see, these people."

He gestured toward the pools of blood. "Decided that they wanted to dance with me. So being the gracious dancer that I am, dealt with them. So, no problem, right?"

Following his words, Archer let out a soft chuckle, though the caution in his tone lingered in the air.

Now more focused, the commander narrowed his eyes, attempting to assess the sincerity behind Archer's words.

"But.'' He leaned in slightly. "Let's ensure we're on the same page. You don't want to find yourself on the wrong side of someone you haven't figured out, do you?"

The guard, sensing an air of unpredictability about this stranger, nodded again, this time with a touch of nervous agreement.

Archer straightened up, his charismatic smile returning. "Good. We wouldn't want any unnecessary complications, would we?" 

The commander's face flushed with embarrassment, causing Archer to laugh as he grabbed Hecate's hand.

They were ready to continue their date, but their path was blocked by more guards closing in and pointing their spears at him.

Archer sighed, picked up Hecate into a princess carry, and summoned his wings, shocking the commander and guards.

But he noticed all their faces turn white, which made him smile before he took off and hovered above the city.

It sprawled beneath them like a sprawling tapestry, its intricate details unfolding as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the sky in hues of amber and lavender.

Archer hovered in the air, his majestic wings outstretched, holding Hecate securely in his arms.

As the last rays of sunlight bathed the city, the first glow of mana lamps began to flicker to life, casting a warm and ethereal radiance upon the streets below.

The city transformed into a shimmering jewel, its architecture highlighted by the soft glow of magical illumination.

Archer's gaze wandered across the skyline, from the bustling markets to the towering spires, each building adorned with intricate designs that caught the light.

Hecate, nestled against him, shared in the breathtaking view, her eyes reflecting the city's enchantment.

That's when he cast Gate to the main road that led west to Crossroad City so they could visit one more shop before he picked up Nefertiti.

Once the portal was open, he flew through it, leaving behind the confused guards who finally realized who he was.

When Archer appeared on the other side of the portal, he looked around to see the Shoadwleaf Forest in the distance and a road below him.

He descended to the ground but didn't land before flying toward the city. Archer knew it was a trading hub and would have alchemist warehouses.

Unfamiliar with the intricacies of many cities in the Crownlands, Archer was aware that each had its unique specialization in specific trades.

However, the lack of knowledge didn't concern him as he made his way toward the City known as Crossroad, renowned as a trade hub.

The moonlit road blanketed in snow, stretched ahead as Archer descended gracefully, landing on the grass.

Gently, he placed Hecate on the soft snow, her boots leaving a delicate impression. As Archer observed her, he couldn't help but be captivated by the enchanting scene.

She wore a stunning black winter dress that flowed elegantly, complementing her beautiful grey skin.

Long winter boots adorned her feet, offering a practical yet stylish contrast to the snowy surroundings.

A thick cloak draped over her shoulders, providing warmth and a touch of regality. Her silver hair was expertly tied into a bun, showcasing the graceful curve of her neck.

Archer couldn't conceal the admiration in his eyes as he absorbed the vision of Hecate, a portrayal of winter beauty against the serene snowy landscape.

The snow crunched beneath their boots as they walked down the road toward the city, the chilly air carrying a sense of quiet serenity.

The moon's glow painted the snow with a silver hue, creating a beautiful scene. Hecate, her curiosity getting the better of her, turned to Archer with a questioning gaze.

"Who were those people?" she inquired, her voice carrying a hint of curiosity.

Archer met her gaze with a smile, his expression calm and nonchalant. "Oh, those guys were from the Church of Light," he replied. "Their leader wanted to impress the pope's daughter, who is very beautiful, so I don't blame him, to be honest."

Hecate chuckled at the unexpected explanation, the night air carrying their laughter. That's when she asked another question. "What does the pope's daughter look like?"

Archer's lips curled into a mischievous smile as he considered the question. "Ah, the pope's daughter," he began, his tone playful. "She's a curvy older woman with burgundy hair that cascades gracefully around her shoulders. Her eyes are a vivid shade of bright green, reflecting wisdom and authority. And, well, she's known for her... enormous chest within the church."

Hecate's eyes widened at the unexpected details, and a surprised chuckle escaped her lips.

The couple shared a lighthearted moment, their laughter harmonizing with the gentle sounds of the winter night as they walked through the snow-covered road.

Archer reached into his pocket, retrieving a small necklace with a mystical gem. Holding it up dramatically, he spoke with a mischievous smile, "Mr. Pope, are you there? Mr. Pope, why don't you care?" The sudden theatrics caught Hecate off guard, and she looked at him, ready to reply, when a stern voice interrupted.

"Who is that? How dare you call me Mr. Pope. Do you know the punishment for such disrespect?"

The voice echoed through the magical necklace. Archer chuckled, unfazed, and retorted, "You'll lecture me on how to be a good boy and listen to the Pope's commands?"

The silence lingered until the voice returned, now audibly angrier, "Who is this? How did you get this device?"

He chuckled mischievously, replying, "Mr. Pope, this is your future son/grandson-in-law. I've seen your daughter, and I must say she's a real catch. It's a shame she's already hitched, but rumors say she's not thrilled with the marriage. What if I do the world a favor, take out the competition, and claim her for myself? Thoughts, Mr. Pope?"

After Archer's lighthearted reveal echoed through the device, a tense silence filled the air as if the seriousness of the situation suddenly became clear.

Then, it was broken by a voice now seething with anger that spoke through the device. "You impudent fool! How dare you toy with me? Do you know who you're insulting!"

Threats and curses flowed like venom, each word a sharpened dagger aimed at Archer's audacious stunt.

But he remained unfazed, a smirk playing on his lips as he continued to goad the irate old man. "Oh, Mr. Pope, no need for such harsh language. We're family now, aren't we? Let's keep it civil."

The man on the other end erupted into a tirade, detailing dire consequences, punishments, and the fury of the Church of Light.

Yet, he maintained his cavalier demeanor, occasionally interjecting with a jest or a light-hearted remark.

As the storm of threats intensified, he decided to reveal a bit more about himself with a mischievous grin playing on his lips.

"You know, Mr. Pope, it's Archer Wyldheart, the most handsome dragon on Thrylos and, might I add, the most charming young man on the entire continent. Yes, I'll give you a moment to let that sink in. It's a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance, even if it's through this charming little device. I've heard so much about you and your, hmm, let's say, 'colorful' family."

[If there are any mistakes, point them out, and I'll edit it. Thanks]