My Love Debts Are Everywhere!-Chapter 490 : Telling the Truth to Liliana

"Leon, I have a letter for you."

Liliana slowly turned the doorknob and stepped into his room.

Leon, engrossed in his book, flinched slightly before looking up with a curious expression.

"A letter for me?" he asked, blinking in surprise.

Liliana gave a small nod and approached him, handing over a white envelope.

"It's from your childhood friend."

Her voice was calm and composed, but Leon could sense the jealousy lurking beneath her words.

Raising an eyebrow slightly, he said nothing and took the letter from her hand.

As he opened it and read through its contents, shock flickered across his handsome face.

"Arshley received a letter from the Elven Kingdom?" His eyes narrowed slightly.

He hadn't expected such news. According to the message, the Elven race seemed to be facing a serious issue and was requesting his immediate presence.

"What kind of problem could be troubling them so much that they need me there?" Leon wondered, his expression contemplative.

Without knowing the full situation, he couldn't draw any conclusions just yet. Perhaps later, he could ask Miranda for insight.

Pushing the thought aside, he folded the letter and placed it beside the book he had been reading.

"Thanks for bringing this, Liliana," Leon said in a gentle tone.

Liliana didn't reply, only giving a slight nod, though a faintly concealed frown lingered on her face.

Noticing this, Leon let out a quiet sigh, a soft chuckle escaping his lips.

Suddenly, Leon leaned forward, pulled Liliana into his arms, and sat her on his lap.

The abrupt movement caught Liliana off guard, but she didn't resist. Instead, she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck.

Leon supported her back with one hand, then buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her sweet fragrance.

"The letter isn't what you think," he murmured gently. "It says the Elven race is asking me to come to their territory as soon as possible."

His warm breath brushed against her skin, sending a shiver through her body.

However, upon hearing his explanation, a flicker of shock appeared in her red eyes.

"The Elven race?" she asked, her voice tinged with doubt.

"Yes, the Elven race," Leon confirmed with a small nod, pulling back slightly to meet her gaze.

Liliana narrowed her eyes, studying him with a puzzled expression. "Why are they asking you to go there? And more importantly, don't you think this could be a trap?"

She vividly remembered Leon once telling her that not all hidden races were trustworthy.

Some might harbor sinister intentions or even plot against him.

Considering they had remained in hiding for over 7,000 years, the possibility of deception wasn't far-fetched.

Leon gently caressed Liliana's flawless face before explaining, "As for the exact reason, I'm not sure. However, Arshley and Edward suspect that the Elven race is facing a significant problem—one that only I can resolve."

He paused briefly, then let out a soft chuckle before continuing, "I do have my reservations about hidden races. But when it comes to the Elven race, I'm certain they neither harbor hostility toward me nor hold any hatred. At the very least, they won't be able to."

His confident words left Liliana both surprised and intrigued.

Having spent enough time with him, she knew Leon wasn't the type to speak carelessly or boast without reason.

Curiosity getting the better of her, Liliana couldn't help but ask, "How can you be so sure?"

Leon didn't answer right away. His expression turned contemplative, as if weighing his thoughts.

A few moments later, his usual composure returned, and a mysterious smile curved his lips.

"Liliana, let me ask you something," Leon said, leaning back against the chair. "Do you know who the wife of your ancestor, Demon Emperor Amon Crimson, was?"

Liliana blinked in surprise at the unexpected question, staring at Leon in confusion.

However, she quickly realized that Leon wouldn't ask something so specific without reason.

She thought for a moment before shaking her head. "I don't know who my ancestor's wife was. Even within both the inner and outer palaces, there are very few historical records about Demon Emperor Amon Crimson. All I do know is that he was only ever married to one woman."

Leon had anticipated that reaction. After all, the true story of Demon Emperor Amon Crimson and the Hero of Luminus Troya had long been lost, swallowed by the tides of history.

Still wearing a faint smile, he explained, "The wife of Demon Emperor Amon Crimson was none other than the Spirit of the World Tree, the deity worshipped by the Elven race."

Liliana's eyes widened, her heart pounding. She stared at Leon in utter disbelief.

"My ancestor's wife was the Spirit of the World Tree?" she repeated, her voice trembling. "How do you know that?"

Though she had never seen the World Tree herself, she had read historical accounts describing it as a towering, colossal tree.

It was called the World Tree because it was believed to be the heart and foundation of the world.

Some even speculated that all life originated from it—though that remained an unconfirmed theory.

What was undeniable, however, was the World Tree's profound mystery, revered to the point of divinity by the Elves.

And now, Leon was claiming that her first ancestor's wife had been its spirit. It was almost too incredible to believe.

"At first, I found it hard to believe as well," Leon admitted casually. "But Miranda told me herself."

"Miranda?" Liliana furrowed her brows as the name triggered a memory. "You mean the spirit of the Great Sword of Chaos?"

Leon nodded. "That's right."

Liliana fell silent, deep in thought. Since Miranda had stated it outright, there was no reason to doubt it.

After all, Miranda was a Sword Spirit who had once accompanied her ancestor—there was no way she would speak nonsense.

"This is truly unexpected," Liliana murmured, rubbing her temples.

It was no wonder there were no records detailing her ancestor's wife. Now, everything made perfect sense.

Steadying her thoughts, she turned back to Leon and asked, "So, was visiting the Elven race always part of your plan?"

Leon smiled and gave a slow nod. "Yes, but before that, I need to meet the dragon ancestor first."

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Liliana, already aware of the dragon ancestor, made no further comment.

Her gaze then drifted to the clock, which showed nine in the evening. A mischievous smile curved her lips as she leaned in close to Leon's ear.

"By the way, our plan to have another child was put on hold," she whispered. "Shall we continue where we left off?"

Leon: "(⊙ _ ⊙ )"