My Love Debts Are Everywhere!

Daytime...

Unnoticed, time passed swiftly. The sun slowly rose, casting brighter and hotter rays. In arid regions like the Desert of Chaos, the temperature soared, leaving every living creature's skin parched and their bodies at risk of severe dehydration.

Meanwhile, the demon army's tents had vanished, replaced by hundreds of thousands of soldiers marching in perfect formation.

At the front, Garan, Lilith, and Terran rode on horseback, their gazes fixed on Leon, who stood a few meters ahead.

"In that case, we will leave first, General Leon," Lilith said firmly.

Leon looked at her warmly, nodded slowly, and smiled faintly.

"Very well. Be careful on the way; there are many powerful monsters between here and the teleportation gate," Leon warned casually, then chuckled. "But with your strength, they shouldn't be much of a threat."

Lilith, Garan, and Terran exchanged glances, small smiles crossing their faces.

"Don't worry, General Leon. We'll ensure all the soldiers return safely to the Demon Empire. That's our promise," Garan said eagerly, patting his chest with pride.

"Good! I'm counting on you," Leon replied with a satisfied smile.

He then glanced back at Lilith. "By the way, Lilith, I'll leave the letters for Liliana—Ahem, I mean, Demon Emperor Liliana—with you."

With that, he pulled out five letters from his mantle pocket and raised them slightly.

*Whoosh!*

The letters floated up and flew toward Lilith.

Lilith swiftly caught them, but she was taken aback to find that there were five letters from Leon. What was even more surprising was that four of the five letters were pink, adorned with flower and butterfly motifs, leaving her both confused and curious.

"General Leon, these letters..." Lilith looked up at Leon, about to ask something, but he quickly interrupted her.

"I know you're probably confused, but that's not important. Just make sure they reach Demon Emperor Liliana," Leon said casually, shaking his head slightly.

The letters weren't just for Liliana; they were also for his three little daughters and Stella. With his sudden departure to the Holy Empire of Elysium, his return would likely take longer than anticipated—perhaps more than two months.

If the four little girls were to find out, Leon was certain they would feel upset, angry, and sad. To avoid that, he had carefully written a letter for each of them.

Of course, this matter didn't need to be discussed with anyone, including Lilith.

Upon hearing Leon's words, Lilith quickly set aside her confusion and curiosity.

She tucked the letters into her robe pocket, nodding firmly as she responded, "Don't worry, General Leon. Even if it costs me my life, I'll ensure these letters reach Sister Liliana."

Leon nodded appreciatively in response to her bold and determined words.

"Thank you," he said softly.

Lilith smiled, nodding in return. Then, she, along with Garan and Terran, spurred their mounts into motion and led the demon army westward, toward the location of the teleportation gate.

Leon calmly observed the procession of demon troops, folding his arms across his chest. As each soldier passed, they bowed their heads slightly in respect.

Although most of them didn't know Leon personally or have much interaction with him, they all recognized him as the great leader who led the Demon army to victory over humanity's forces.

As a result, a deep sense of awe and respect stirred within them as they gazed at him.

Not only those who were unfamiliar with Leon showed respect, but also the demon soldiers who had fought alongside him against humanity's army that night. They all paused in their tracks, bowing their heads in the highest form of respect.

"General Leon! Farewell!" they called in unison, bowing towards him.

At the forefront, Kaelen, who led them, looked so excited that his face had flushed slightly.

Seeing this, Leon couldn't help but smile and nodded slightly. "Farewell, all of you. May your journey be safe and smooth."

"Thank you, General!" they responded eagerly in unison.
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The sight didn't escape the attention of Lilith, Garan, and Terran, who merely smiled in silence.

Soon, they continued on their way, gradually fading from Leon's view.

Leon turned his gaze away, letting out a soft sigh as he shook his head.

"Though it was only for a brief moment, their reverence for me almost mirrors the respect humanity's army once had. The victory a few days ago must have done wonders for their morale," Leon mused with a faint smile.

In the seven-thousand-year conflict between mankind and the demon race, the crushing victory over humanity just days ago was likely a first for the demons.

It was no wonder, then, that they were so filled with joy and gratitude toward him.

Chuckling softly, Leon pushed the thoughts aside and made his way back to his tent, a short distance away.

Fifteen minutes later, he emerged with a completely transformed appearance.

His white hair had reverted to its natural black, and his purple eyes shifted back to their golden hue. His once pale skin now appeared vibrant and healthy.

The black mantle he had worn was replaced with a pristine white robe, decorated with blue stripes and featuring Miranda and Sylvia's moons embroidered on the back.

Without his usual mask and with a faint smile playing on his lips, Leon appeared exceptionally handsome and captivating. Any women who saw him now would surely lose their composure.

Leon took out a small mirror from his pocket and admired his handsome face with a satisfied grin.

"Tsk! This face is absurdly handsome, to the point where I'm amazed by it myself. Even without strength or ability, I could live a luxurious life without any issues just by relying on this face," Leon murmured, shamelessly praising himself.

Whether in his previous world or this one, appearance had always been important, so Leon couldn't help but feel grateful for being born with such striking looks.

After a few moments of self-admiration, Leon tucked the mirror back into his pocket and shifted his gaze toward his tent.

With a slight gesture, the tent shrank into a miniature and landed in his palm.

Staring at the tiny structure, Leon couldn't help but feel awe for Liliana. Not only was the tent luxurious, but its advanced design also left him impressed.

He tucked the miniature tent into his pocket and looked into the distance.

"Holy Empire of Elysium... I'm coming," Leon whispered, a cold smile curling on his lips.

The war was over, and now it was time to exact his revenge on Velix.

As Leon imagined Velix's reaction upon seeing him alive, excitement and fervor surged within him.

Without wasting any time, he channeled the holy power within his body into his feet, preparing to set off.

Just as he was about to take his first step, a woman's laughter rang out from behind him.

"Oh, my dear Leon, where are you going? Didn't you promise to go with me to visit my ancestor?"

At the sound of her enchanting voice, Leon froze mid-step, his handsome face tightening.

With a stiff movement, he turned to find an extraordinarily beautiful woman standing behind him, a playful smile on her lips.

The woman had flowing, vibrant red hair that cascaded down to her slender waist, adorned with a glittering red flower-shaped barrette.

The fiery red gown she wore accentuated her graceful yet captivating appearance, highlighting her slender figure, with her huge breasts and curvaceous hips adding to her allure.

Her goddess-like beauty, paired with her alluring form, was enough to make men lose their composure and stir envy and resentment among women.

However, Leon, upon seeing her, felt no admiration whatsoever. This woman was someone he desperately wished to avoid—Athena Hellness!

"A-Athena!? How did you get here?" Leon exclaimed, his voice filled with disbelief.

His eyes widened in shock, and his mouth opened and closed, unsure of how to react to her sudden appearance.

Athena, watching Leon's stunned expression, couldn't help but laugh.

"Pfft! You're adorable when you're surprised, Leon," Athena teased, her tone light and playful as she slowly approached him.

Leon quickly snapped out of his shock, taking a deep breath to steady himself.

His gaze slowly cooled as he narrowed his eyes and spoke in a nonchalant tone, "What do you want, Athena? And how did you end up here?"

Remembering the incident in the parlor, Leon gritted his teeth in annoyance, cursing himself for being so foolish to trust Athena so easily.

As a result of that incident, his relationship with Liliana had nearly fallen apart. Fortunately, he had crossed paths with the mysterious middle-aged man, whose invaluable advice had spared him from making a grave mistake. Otherwise, he shuddered to think of the consequences.

Noticing the coldness in Leon's gaze and the detachment in his voice, Athena pouted, clearly displeased with his attitude. She stopped just in front of him, her eyes fixated on his handsome face with intense obsession.

"My purpose here is, of course, to take you to meet my ancestor. After all, you've successfully resolved the war between humanity and the demon race. So, it's time to honor our promise, isn't it?" Athena replied sweetly, her hand reaching out to gently caress Leon's face.

Her touch was soft, as if she considered his face the most precious thing in the world.

Leon felt a slight shiver from the coldness of her hand. He quickly lifted her palm away from his face and lowered it.

"Sorry, Athena. I can't go see your ancestor right now. There are important matters I must attend to first."