My Love Debts Are Everywhere!

Despite being blind, Leon could still rely on his senses to detect whether someone was in front of him or not.

The training he received from the Dragon Ancestor had strengthened not only his body but also his senses—particularly his hearing and survival instincts.

The young woman looked nervous upon hearing his question.

She bit her lower lip and replied hesitantly, "Let me introduce myself. My name is Jasmine, and yes, I'm the one who saved you. Earlier, I found you unconscious on a white sandy beach, about two hundred meters from my place. Are you okay? Does anything hurt?"

Jasmine stepped closer, placed a wooden tray with a glass of tea and a coconut-based meal on the table, and then sat on the edge of the bed with a worried expression.

Leon sensed no malice or hidden intentions from the woman named Jasmine, and the tension in his brow slowly eased.

"Thank you, Jasmine," he said softly. "Don't worry, I'm fine. But… I've lost my sight and can't see anything. Also, I'm sorry for troubling you. Once I recover, I'll repay your kindness."

Jasmine quickly shook her head and replied firmly, "That won't be necessary, sir. I helped you out of my own free will—not because I expected anything in return."

Her words caught Leon off guard. Even without seeing her, he could clearly sense the sincerity in her voice.

"She's a good woman," he whispered to himself, feeling a wave of relief.

As a hero, he could sense whether someone harbored ill intentions toward him. Even if those feelings were faint and well hidden, he could still detect them.

But with Jasmine, he felt none of that. Her presence was calm and genuine—she truly wanted to help him.

Naturally, that brought him a sense of relief. After all, he had no idea where he was or how long he had been unconscious.

*Krrk!*

Suddenly, the sound of a growling stomach broke the silence, turning the atmosphere between them a little awkward.

Leon's face flushed slightly. He cleared his throat and muttered, "Sorry about that... I guess I'm a bit hungry. I haven't eaten since I lost consciousness."

"Pfft!" Jasmine giggled and shook her head. "It's alright. I actually brought some food for you. Would you like to eat now?"

"Of course." Leon nodded without hesitation.

He saw no reason to be polite or pretend to refuse—he was genuinely starving.

Jasmine picked up the bowl she had prepared earlier and moved to hand it to him, but her hand froze mid-motion.

She glanced at Leon's pale, unseeing eyes and asked cautiously, "Um... excuse me, sir—would you like me to feed you?"

Her voice was soft, tinged with nervousness and shyness, a light blush rising to her cheeks.

Leon froze for a moment, unsure of how to respond. Just as he was about to refuse, he felt the tip of the spoon gently press against his lips.

It was clearly the spoon Jasmine had brought to him. Without saying a word, Leon opened his mouth and took the bite.

In an instant, a sweet, fresh, and subtly textured flavor filled his mouth, causing his eyes to widen in surprise.

Seeing his reaction, Jasmine grew nervous and asked, "Does it taste bad?"

From his clothing alone, Jasmine could tell that the man before her wasn't just an ordinary person—he was someone with status and power.

That's why she wasn't sure whether her simple cooking would suit the taste of someone like him.

Sensing her concern, Leon quickly chewed and swallowed the food in one go.

"This is delicious!" he said, giving her a thumbs-up. "What is it? It's sweet but balanced, a little fibrous, and the texture's slightly coarse—but easy to chew."

He wasn't just being polite—it was genuinely delicious, unlike anything he'd ever tasted before.

Jasmine exhaled in relief, a proud smile lighting up her face. "It's my mother's recipe—made from wheat, coconut, and a few other things. But honestly, it's nowhere near as good as hers. If it were, it'd be twice—no, five times better than this!"

Her voice was light, cheerful, and full of enthusiasm as she spoke about her mother.

Leon raised his eyebrows slightly, sensing something behind her words.

"Is her mother gone?" The thought crossed his mind, but he chose not to ask.

About ten minutes later, the bowl was empty, and Leon took a sip of the cold tea Jasmine had prepared earlier.

"By the way," he said, lowering the glass to his thigh, "how long was I unconscious?"

Jasmine, who was tidying up the tableware, paused with a hint of surprise on her face.

She hesitated before replying, "I'm not sure exactly how long, but… Ever since I brought you here, it's been more than two months."

"Two months?" Leon's voice was filled with disbelief. "You're serious? I've been unconscious for that long?"

Jasmine nodded slowly as she stood, the wooden tray in her hands. "I know it's hard to believe, but it's the truth. Your injuries were likely so severe that your body needed all that time to heal."

Leon fell silent. His mouth opened slightly, as if to speak—but no words came. He had too many questions and no idea where to begin.

Sensing this, Jasmine chose not to press further and quietly stepped out, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

As soon as she left, a look of distress crossed Leon's face.

"Two months? How can that be? This is... insane." His breathing turned shallow and uneven.

He had expected to be unconscious for a few days—a week at most.

But the truth was far worse. He had lost two full months.

Naturally, panic and worry gripped him. After all, he had left with Elina—entrusting her to Morgrim and the dwarves during their migration.

He feared something might have happened to the girl… or worse. But when he recalled the black token he had given her, the panic gradually eased.

"She should be safe with that," he whispered, pressing a hand to his still-beating chest.

He hadn't known Morgrim for long and didn't fully trust him. That was why he had left his black token with Elina—to ensure her safety while she stayed with the dwarves.

"Even so, Liliana, Athena, Zelda, and the others must be worried sick by now," he muttered, rubbing his chest and palms.

It was only then that he noticed something strange—his demon mark had vanished.

Even a few of the contract marks with Astra and the Fairy Queen were gone.

If the others had noticed, they were likely panicking… maybe even thinking he was dead.

"What a mess..." Leon sighed softly and lay back down on the bed. As he closed his eyes, he murmured, "I need to recover my dragon power soon. Once I do, my sight will return, and I can finally leave this place."

Shortly after, exhaustion pulled him under, and he drifted into sleep.