Gianna chuckled, arching an eyebrow. "Is that so? The mighty hero with looks that could rival the gods?"
Archer grinned, adopting a mockingly severe expression. "Absolutely. When the leaders saw this face, they realized there was no need for conflict. How could anyone wage war when faced with such dashing good looks?"
She burst into laughter, shaking her head before she spoke. "Well, I suppose you've single-handedly discovered the key to world peace – a winning smile and a dash of charisma."
As the laughter subsided, he adopted a more serious tone. "In all honesty, I don't see myself as a hero. I'm more like a handsome bandit, navigating through the chaos with a bit of charm and a lot of luck."
The jaguar woman raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "A handsome bandit, you say? Elaborate, Archer."
