My Love Debts Are Everywhere!

In the morning...

Leon woke from his sleep, but all that greeted him was endless darkness.

Well, that wasn't surprising—he was blind, after all. At least until his dragon powers returned—only then could he see.

"You're already awake? I brought you some food," came a soft voice from beside him.

Leon flinched slightly and turned his head to the right, then gave a small smile. "Thank you, Jasmine. Sorry for the trouble."

He and Jasmine didn't actually know each other. But she had been nothing but kind to him, even going so far as to prepare breakfast.

If he hadn't sensed that Jasmine was a genuinely good person, he might have been suspicious of her intentions.

Jasmine returned his smile and replied, "It's okay. I'm doing this because I want to. Now sit up—I'll feed you."

Leon gave a small nod and quickly sat up. Under her care, he was once again carefully fed.

At first, the situation had felt awkward. Leon wasn't uncomfortable because a stranger was feeding him, but because he simply wasn't used to it.

He had never been fed as a child. And even when it did happen, it was only by Liliana—back when he had lost his holy power.

But as the saying goes, "Everything is hard at first, but you get used to it."

Having been fed by Jasmine the night before, Leon no longer felt awkward. In fact, he had started to enjoy the experience.

Jasmine felt the same. It had been her first time feeding someone—especially a man like Leon.

Fortunately, the awkwardness was slowly fading. She was more at ease now, with a hint of happiness rising inside her.

Unlike last night, the food Jasmine prepared this time was fish stew with a rich yellow sauce.

The aroma was mouthwatering, and the taste was just as good. Leon ate happily, savoring each bite.

After about fifteen minutes, the meal finally came to an end. Leon took a sip of his drink—it was warm lemonade.

"Thank you for the food, Jasmine. It was delicious," he said with a gentle smile.

"You're welcome, sir. I'm glad you liked it," Jasmine replied shyly.

Leon frowned slightly and shook his head, looking dissatisfied.

"By the way, can you stop calling me that? My name is Leon Kruger. Just call me Leon."

Jasmine hesitated for a moment. But when she saw the hopeful look on his face, she swallowed the words she was about to say and slowly nodded.

"Well… sir—uh, I mean, Leon," she whispered awkwardly.

Leon nodded in approval. "Good! That sounds more natural."

"Natural, huh?" Jasmine froze briefly, then smiled. "You're right."

After a few more words between them, Jasmine left with the tray of Leon's used dishes.

Once she left, Leon let out a quiet sigh and leaned back against the wall.

The bed had no proper backrest—just a straw mat layered with animal fur—so he had no choice but to rest against the wooden wall behind him.

Leon sighed again, then touched his right temple with his fingertips and called out, "Miranda, are you there?"

But after five minutes, there was still no response. A sense of unease and confusion began to creep in.

Since obtaining the Great Sword of Chaos, Leon had never once been separated from Miranda. She had always answered—whenever he called.

But now, he couldn't reach her, and that deeply unsettled him.

"Is this because I activated the Eyes of Chaos back then?"

The thought made Leon bite his lower lip, a wave of regret washing over his face.

"If only I hadn't been so stubborn... maybe things wouldn't have turned out like this," he whispered.

Still, he knew better than anyone that regret was pointless.

If he hadn't pushed the Eyes of Chaos to their limit, the Hydra wouldn't have been defeated—and the world might've been thrown into chaos.

Pushing the thought aside, Leon turned his focus inward—to the condition of his body.

But then he noticed something strange. There were no serious internal injuries.

"This doesn't make sense..." Leon muttered with a frown. "As far as I remember, I suffered severe internal damage. So why is it all gone?"

He still remembered the pain clearly—the crushing pressure on his heart, the sensation of his bones being pulverized.

Before he lost consciousness, blood had streamed from his nose, eyes, and ears—as if every blood vessel in his body had ruptured.

Yet now, all of it was gone. His body felt perfectly fine—aside from the blindness.

Driven by curiosity, he tried to summon his dragon power—but nothing happened.

Even so, it came as no surprise. He knew well that the failure was a side effect of forcibly triggering his dragon transformation.

In a few more days, he should be able to access his dragon power again.

***

Time passed quickly, and before he realized it, nearly two weeks had gone by under Jasmine's care.

Of course, Leon hadn't spent all that time confined to his room.

He bathed, walked around, and did light activities. Despite his blindness, he was gradually adapting—relying on his senses to perceive the world around him. And surprisingly, it worked.

For the first time, he truly felt grateful for the sense training taught by the Dragon Ancestor.

He recalled once asking why such training was necessary. At the time, the answer had caught him off guard: "Your eyes won't always be there for you. That's when your senses must take their place."

Now, those words had proven true—and Leon found himself even more in awe of the old dragon.

"Huft..." Seated on the bed, Leon drew in a deep breath and brought his palms together.

"Finally, the day has come," he muttered, a wide smile spreading across his face.

It had been three days since he first sensed his dragon power returning, and by his estimation, today was the perfect time.

*Whoosh!*

A golden aura burst from his body, slowly wrapping around him. At the same time, a surge of vitality coursed through his veins.

Dragons were creatures in harmony with the forces of nature.

When Leon tapped into their power, he naturally connected with that harmony—allowing energy to flow gently through his body, down to every cell and pore.

Using that power, Leon began to heal his blindness. The process didn't take long—only about half an hour.

His pupils, once pale white, gradually regained their distinctive purple hue.

The darkness that had consumed his vision faded, replaced by a view that felt both unfamiliar and strangely familiar.

He saw a small room, its walls made of woven rattan and coconut fibers. On the right, there was a modest wardrobe, and beside it, a simple wood-carved plate rack.

The floor wasn't tiled, only packed brown earth covered by a plain white carpet.

"So, this is where I've been staying all this time?" Leon blinked slowly in surprise, then smiled.

Although it was small and far from luxurious, he felt no disgust. After all, this place had sheltered him all this time.

Just as he was lost in thought, footsteps approached, followed by Jasmine's gentle voice.

"Leon, I brought you some food. Do you want to eat now?"