A Journey That Changed The World.

Chapter 482 Sharp Slaps

Exiting the classroom, Archer navigated the corridors until he reached one of the exits.

As he stepped outside, he noticed the falling snow had ceased, leaving a serene blanket of ankle-high snow covering the surroundings.

The walkway, however, had been cleared of the snow. Just as Archer was about to continue, he found his path blocked by the same group of girls from earlier on.

The familiar blonde girl stood there with a self-assured expression, catching his attention. Swiftly, she spoke, "You're going to accompany me on a walk. Otherwise, my mother will be displeased that you've rejected his only daughter. Besides, you should count yourself fortunate that I find you intriguing."

Upon hearing this, Archer erupted into laughter, a wild and unrestrained outburst that bewildered the group.

The outspoken sidekick confronted him, his tone challenging, "Why are you laughing? You being handsome doesn't excuse disrespect when my lady speaks. Treat her with the respect she deserves."

Archer shifted his gaze to the unassuming human, his grin lingering as he replied, "What makes your lady so exceptional? She pales in comparison to my fiancées. Why should I entertain her fake advances? Does she believe she can gain some benefit from me?"

Amidst the persistent laughter echoing in the courtyard, Eliza, the noble girl, grew increasingly delusional.

Her eyes gleamed with an unwarranted sense of entitlement as she pointed a finger at Archer. "Peasant! You should be honored that a noble such as myself is even considering a date with the likes of you. My father will be gravely disappointed if you refuse."

Unable to hold it in anymore erupted into a laugh reverberating through the courtyard.

When the laughter subsided, he wiped away a tear and, with a sly grin, responded, "Oh, Eliza, you're entertaining. But I think you're missing a crucial detail here."

With an air of theatricality, Archer straightened his posture. "My last name hasn't always been Wyldheard. It was Ashguard. And, for your information, my father is none other than Duke Leonard Ashguard of the Mistwood Duchy."

A hushed silence fell upon the group as the revelation hung. Eliza's smug expression faltered, replaced by shock and disbelief.

The others exchanged glances, trying to process the unexpected twist.

"Duke Leonard Ashguard?" Eliza stuttered, her composure crumbling. "But... that's impossible. You're not a noble anymore. You're just a commoner, an average citizen after you were kicked out of the family."

Archer chuckled, his amusement undeterred. "Ah, the beauty of assumptions. I may have chosen a different path, but I don't care about being a noble."

Now infuriated and humiliated, Eliza snapped, "You can't fool me with your lies. Once a noble, now just a peasant. How pathetic!"

Archer, still grinning, replied with a wink, "Believe what you will. But I assure you, my reality is far more intriguing than your fantasies."

As his laughter stopped, he decided to tell them about his girls.

"You know," he began with a grin, "I'm engaged to not one, not two, but eight princesses from all corners of Pluoria. And, to add a bit more excitement, I'm also engaged to the famed General Sia Silverthrone herself. Quite the impressive lineup, don't you think?"

Eliza's eyes widened in disbelief, her initial anger replaced by a mix of shock and resentment. Fueled by fury, she turned to her lackeys and, in a fit of rage, ordered them to attack Archer.

However, as the lackeys prepared to carry out the command, a mischievous giggle resonated from behind them.

The entire courtyard turned to witness a brown-skinned girl with flowing pink hair and glowing pink eyes stepping forward.

Her presence exuded an otherworldly aura. When the girl's eyes locked onto Eliza, she spoke with an air of authority, "You dare court my husband, human?"

The shock that had frozen the group moments ago intensified. Eliza, now caught between disbelief and confusion, stammered, "H-husband? What are you talking about?"

When Archer saw her, a big smile appeared as he spoke lovingly. ''Nefi. It's good that you're here.

''Just stand back, my husband, and let me deal with this harlot trying to get close to you.'' She said with a voice full of hate.

He nodded before stepping back and introducing her to the noble group with a grin. ''This is Nefertiti Sharifi. Third Princess of the Zenia Empire in the south and one of my fiances, she's angry with you.''

That's when Nefertiti's pink hair cascaded like spun silk and her eyes aglow like ethereal orbs, raised her delicate hands.

Arcane power rippled through the air, transforming her into an enchanting visage resembling a celestial devil.

Her pink hair was like flames, her eyes glowed as her succubus features appeared, and she looked like an evil version of herself.

When Archer saw this, he grew excited at this side of his southern princess.

In an explosive burst of energy, Nefertiti, her form radiating an ethereal glow, lunged forward with a grace that defied the laws of physics.

Swift as a fluttering petal, she closed the gap between herself and Eliza's underlings, her every movement a dance of lethal elegance.

They were still recovering from the shock of her sudden appearance and ensnared in a whirlwind of deadly strikes.

Nefertiti's hands moved like a symphony of shadows, seamlessly weaving through the air as she quickly incapacitated them.

Each strike was deliberate and precise. She evaded their weak attempts at defense, effortlessly disarming them with a combination of well-timed parries and counterattacks.

Despite their initial aggression, the underlings were rendered helpless against the onslaught.

As the last student crumpled to the ground. Nefertiti stood amidst the fallen. Her pink eyes gleamed with jealousy and protectiveness as she surveyed the courtyard.

That's when her gaze landed on a scared Eliza. The blonde girl was looking at her with fear in her eyes, which made Archer laugh even more as he enjoyed the show even more.

Nefertiti approached the trembling girl, who was backing away. The succubus's tail swayed behind her, its movements a mix of anger and excitement.

As she drew nearer, the distinct outline of her horns became more apparent, adding an eerie charm to her ethereal presence.

Wide-eyed and fear-stricken, Eliza could hardly comprehend the supernatural spectacle before her. The swaying tail and the imposing horn left her paralyzed with dread.

With a sudden burst of speed, Nefertiti seized Eliza by the neck, lifting her off the ground.

Nefertiti's tail swirled excitedly behind her, creating an unsettling contrast to the apparent gentleness of her grip.

As Eliza dangled in Nefertiti's grasp, the succubus delivered a series of sharp slaps to the girl's face, each strike accompanied by a burst of energy.

The resounding echoes of the blows filled the air, and Eliza's fear manifested in wide-eyed shock and pained whimpers.

Nefertiti slammed Eliza to the ground, causing the courtyard to reverberate with the impact. She screamed in pain, her cries echoing through the once-silent space.

Nefertiti warned the girl with a voice that seemed to carry echoes from another realm. "Don't you ever try anything with my husband again, harlot? You can't force him into anything like the other men you've done it to."

When she was this close to the blonde girl, Nefertiti stopped when she smelt something that disgusted her.

"Ewww, you whore. You're this young and already bedded so many men. You're disgusting." She commented, her voice full of venom

Nefertiti's patience wore thin as she glared down at Eliza. Her?elegant demeanor, replaced by a fierce intensity, launched into a scathing tirade.

"You're nothing but a shameless whore," Nefertiti spat with venom, her words cutting through the air.

"You think you can slink your way into my man's pants? Well, let me be clear. A whore like you will never get near him. He deserves more than a desperate, pathetic slut like you."

Nefertiti, fueled by sudden anger, began landing a series of swift and precise blows, her once graceful motions now a storm of controlled strikes.

Each hit carried the weight of her contempt. The courtyard echoed with the sickening sound of blows connecting, punctuated by Eliza's cries of pain.

The succubus's relentless assault served as a lesson, a vivid portrayal of the consequences of attempting to claim what was not rightfully hers.

Eliza confronted a harsh reality as Nefertiti's relentless fury persisted. The confident noble, once assured of her advances on Archer, now faced the stark consequences of her actions.

Archer observed the tumult, Nefertiti teaching Eliza a resounding lesson.

However, their clash was abruptly halted by the sudden appearance of professors who swiftly intervened.

As the tension diffused, the pink-haired princess approached Archer. She tenderly wrapped her arms around his shoulders, sealing the moment with a sweet kiss.

The tender moment between Archer and the pink-haired princess concluded with a gentle separation.

She leaned in, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered, "You're mine, and I hate that you have other girls. But as long as you don't neglect me, I'm happy. Tomorrow, after classes, I want to go on a date. Will you take me husband?"

Archer's smile widened as he nodded in agreement. He sealed the promise with a tender kiss on her forehead as Professor Ashguard approached them.