In the parlor, Liliana lounged casually on the sofa. Unlike before, she had changed into a stunning black gown adorned with floral lace along the sides of the collar.

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Her long white hair cascaded freely down her back, with a red butterfly-shaped hairpin nestled at the center of her loose locks.

She wore black opera gloves that extended to her elbows, enhancing her cold yet undeniably alluring presence.

As she sipped her tea, her gaze occasionally drifted toward the grand white-gold doors, standing tens of meters away.

"Leon should be here any minute," she murmured softly, a faint smile gracing her lips.

It had been over four months since Leon left her and their daughters to aid the demon army in the war against humanity in the Desert of Chaos.

She would be lying if she said she didn’t miss him.

Just as Liliana was lost in thought, a figure suddenly appeared in the inner palace courtyard.

He appeared tall and lanky at first glance, but those who knew him understood that beneath his loose white robes lay a body sculpted with powerful, well-defined muscles—reminiscent of an ancient Greek god.

His face was strikingly handsome, with a pair of golden eyes that radiated an irresistible charm.

His slightly long black hair, styled in side bangs, framed his face in a way that emphasized his calm and gentle aura.

The moment he came into view, Liliana shot to her feet, her body unconsciously tensing.

Her heart pounded as her eyes locked onto the face she had longed for, day and night.

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The demon mark on her right breast, dormant for so long, suddenly flared to life, glowing with a brilliant black light.

"Leon…" she called out, her voice trembling.

As if drawn by her voice, Leon’s steps halted. He lifted his gaze toward Liliana in the parlor, a smile tugging at his lips.

"Liliana…" he murmured in return.

The longing in his heart surged, yet he did not rush to her.

Instead, he walked forward with a steady, unhurried pace. Each second felt stretched, and to Liliana, the world around her seemed to slow.

Before she knew it, Leon had entered the parlor, now standing only ten meters away.

Their eyes met, reflecting a storm of emotions—sorrow, longing, grievance, and an unspoken depth of feeling.

After a brief pause, Leon stepped closer, stopping just a meter in front of her.

A soft smile graced his lips as he gently said, "I’m home."

The simple words crashed through the walls around Liliana’s heart like a tidal wave.

Without hesitation, she leaped forward, wrapping her arms around his neck and holding him tightly.

"Welcome back," she whispered, a radiant smile breaking through.

Leon’s arms encircled her waist as he buried his face into the crook of her soft, fragrant neck.

No words were needed. Their embrace, wrapped in silence, was enough to soothe the ache of their longing.

After fifteen minutes, they finally pulled apart, but Liliana kept her arms wrapped around Leon’s neck.

Their faces remained just inches apart as their gazes locked.

Closing her eyes, Liliana leaned in, pressing her lips against his in a deep, fervent kiss.

She parted his lips with her tongue, tightening her embrace as if refusing to let him go.

Feeling her bold advance, Leon had no intention of conceding.

He drew her closer, responding with equal intensity, their tongues intertwining in a passionate battle.

Minutes passed before Liliana’s cool, elegant face flushed red, her breath growing unsteady.

Sensing this, Leon gently broke the kiss.

As their lips parted, thin strands of saliva clung between them, a lingering trace of their heated kiss.

"I missed you so much," Leon murmured, his fingers tracing the contours of her flawless face.

Liliana savored his touch, her eyes fluttering shut. "I missed you too..."

Since Leon entered her life, everything had changed drastically. Once indifferent and accustomed to solitude, she now felt fragile, yearning for someone by her side—and that someone was Leon.

But she didn’t see it as a weakness. To her, it was a blessing.

With the man she loved beside her, she no longer had to bear all the burdens alone.

Leon smiled softly and buried his face in Liliana’s delicate, alluring collarbone.

His sudden action made her body tremble slightly. Her neck and collarbone were her weak spots—whenever Leon touched or kissed them, her body instinctively reacted.

Yet, she made no effort to push him away, letting him do as he pleased.

Fortunately, Leon didn’t take it too far. Once satisfied, he lifted his face and rested his forehead against hers.

His golden eyes locked onto Liliana’s crimson ones as he murmured, "Now that I’m back, I want to spend time with you and the children."

Instead of answering, Liliana asked softly, "Will you be leaving again?"

Leon hesitated briefly before smiling wryly. "Yes, I probably will. But you—"

Before he could finish, Liliana gently pressed a finger against his lips.

"You don’t have to explain," she whispered. "As long as you return to us in the end, I won’t mind. Just promise me one thing—never forget us."

Leon’s body tensed for a moment before slowly relaxing again.

"Don’t worry. You and the children are the most precious to me. Even if the gods themselves come to kill me, I will never forget you all," Leon vowed solemnly.

Liliana’s lips curled into a satisfied smile. "Good."

They shared another kiss, but this time, it was gentle and tender—like a husband and wife expressing their love.

Once they finally parted, Liliana suddenly pushed Leon away.

"Alright, stop clinging to me. It’s not just me who missed you—the four little girls have been waiting too. Go see them," she said nonchalantly.

Leon chuckled and nodded. "Alright, I’ll go to them now."

With that, he turned and made his way toward the room where Charlotte, Iris, Fiona, and Stella were waiting.

Liliana watched him leave, a soft smile lingering on her lips as she absentmindedly touched them.

But before she could fully bask in her happiness, her brows knit slightly as she sensed a presence behind her.

"Do you need something, Lyra?" she asked indifferently, without turning around.

Behind her, Lyra, dressed in a maid’s uniform, bowed her head. "Forgive me, Demon Emperor—I mean, Demon Empress. I bring news."

"News?" Liliana’s red eyes narrowed. "Speak."

Lyra straightened and retrieved a gold-colored letter from her pocket.

"Five minutes ago, a letter arrived for you. And... it came from the Holy Orthodox."