My Love Debts Are Everywhere!

Upon hearing that confession, Liliana's expression froze for a moment before she quickly regained her composure.

With a seductive blush on her cheeks, she buried her face in his fragrant black hair and whispered, "I love you very much too, Leon."

If there was anyone she cherished and loved the most, it was undoubtedly Leon. Her feelings were so overwhelming that she struggled to put them into words.

They shared a brief moment of intimacy before finally pulling apart.

Leon gently stroked Liliana's back, and holy power radiated from his palm.

The energy seeped into her body, not to harm her, but to bring her a deep sense of comfort.

Under normal circumstances, holy power was the natural enemy of the demon race and could kill them, yet Liliana remained unaffected.

Over the past few months, Leon had begun to suspect why—perhaps it was because the demon race carried traces of chaos power within their bodies.

Yes, the power of chaos. It might sound unbelievable, but he was certain of his theory.

The demonic power wielded by demons was merely a diluted form of chaos power, weakened thousands of times until it became usable.

The strongest proof lay in Liliana herself. At the peak of her power, her demonic energy turned pitch black with a faint purple glow—eerily resembling the true essence of chaos.

And who was responsible for this? None other than the Demon Emperor, Amon Crimson.

As the holy power coursed through her, Liliana's dizziness and fatigue gradually faded. Her mind cleared, and she looked at Leon in confusion.

"I… was I drunk earlier?" Liliana asked, her brows slightly furrowed.

Leon leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "Yes, you were drunk, and it was really very cute."

A deep blush spread from the base of her left ear to her right upon hearing his words.

She parted her lips to speak but quickly shut them again.

She hadn't expected to get drunk so easily, and the realization left her feeling utterly embarrassed.

Sensing her discomfort, Leon decided not to tease her further. He pulled back slightly and patted her back gently.

"By the way, why did you call me so late at night?" he asked, smoothly shifting the conversation.

He was certain Liliana hadn't summoned him just to drink and unwind—there had to be a more important reason behind it.

Relieved that Leon had dropped the embarrassing topic, Liliana let out a quiet sigh.

As the strongest demon of her race, being unable to handle even a single glass of wine was beyond humiliating!

Taking a deep breath, she rested her head against his chest and murmured, "The reason I called you is to discuss something very important."

Leon's eyebrows arched slightly, but he remained silent, waiting for her to continue.

Liliana slowly lifted her head from his chest, her expression serious as she met his gaze. "Leon, did you know that Fiona actually possesses the holy power of heroes… and the hero's destiny?"

Upon hearing that sudden statement, Leon's curiosity vanished, his expression turning rigid.

"The holy power of heroes… and the hero's destiny? What do you mean?" He asked, confused.

Liliana took a deep breath before explaining, "While you were still in the Holy Empire of Elysium, many things happened here—one of which…"

From Aragon's rebellion alongside the demon race's higher-ups, the assassination attempts on Charlotte, Iris, and Fiona by assassins hired by Aragon, to Fiona suddenly unleashing a surge of holy power—Liliana recounted everything in detail, carefully choosing her words.

Leon remained silent, listening intently. However, the longer she spoke, the paler his face became.

By the time Liliana finished—after half an hour—Leon was still frozen in shock.

"How did all of that happen while I was gone?" He muttered in disbelief.

The scale of the events was almost too much to comprehend. If anyone else had told him, he might have doubted it—but not Liliana.

He had expected Aragon to make a move against her, but he hadn't imagined it would happen so swiftly.

Had he been there, he would have already captured and mercilessly tortured him.

Now, he finally understood why Lyra had changed Liliana's title from "Demon Emperor" to "Demon Empress"—it all stemmed from Aragon's rebellion.

To be honest, Leon had previously discussed this with Liliana, suggesting that she change the title "Demon Emperor"—a title meant for men—to "Demon Empress," which suited her better.

Unfortunately, Liliana had rejected the idea, saying it wasn't as simple as he thought.

Now, after hearing her explanation, Leon could only assume that her past troubles had all been orchestrated by Aragon and the traitorous higher-ups of the demon race.
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But when it came to the attempted murder of his three little daughters, his anger erupted.

His fists clenched tightly—since the day he met them, he had never once laid a hand on them.

Yet those assassins dared to strike his wisest daughter, Charlotte, and his favorite little girl, Stella. The sheer thought of it made his blood boil, filling him with the urge to tear them to pieces.

And then there was Fiona—the fact that she possessed the holy power of heroes and the hero's destiny...

"Is that true? But how could that be possible?" Leon wondered, dazed.

Holy power was never inherited by a hero's descendants, let alone the hero's destiny—a unique mark granted only to the chosen heroes of each era.

Noticing his doubt, Liliana immediately understood what was troubling him.

"You don't believe that Fiona has holy power and the hero's destiny?" she asked.

Leon snapped out of his thoughts and gave a slow nod.

"It's not that I don't believe you, but... it's just so hard to accept," he said, rubbing his temples.

"Honestly, I struggled to believe it too. But I saw it with my own eyes—when Fiona unleashed her holy power, the sky over an immeasurable distance turned dark, shrouded in thunderous black clouds," Liliana explained seriously.

"The sky turned dark and was engulfed in black clouds?" Leon frowned, repeating her words.

In that instant, his expression changed as he recalled the strange event that had occurred in his mansion.

"Could it be connected? If so… everything makes sense now!" Leon took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heartbeat.

Liliana's concern grew as she noticed his change in demeanor. "Leon, are you alright?"

He bit his lower lip, remaining silent for a moment before asking, "Does anyone else know about this besides you and the three little girls?"

Liliana hesitated briefly before nodding. "Yes… there is one other person. That mysterious, white-haired, middle-aged man."