My Love Debts Are Everywhere!

Demon Empire, Inner Palace...

"Mommy, did you find where Daddy is?"

Fiona walked up to Liliana, who was sitting on the sofa, and hugged her thigh, her face filled with sadness and desperation.

Behind her, Charlotte, Iris, and Stella followed, each wearing an expression no less sorrowful than Fiona's.

Liliana forced a smile, then gently lifted Fiona and placed her on her lap.

"Don't worry, Fiona. Your daddy will be fine. You know how strong and amazing he is, don't you?" she said softly, trying to soothe her with affection.

But those words didn't reflect her true feelings. Her heart grew heavier and more painful every time she imagined the possibility of Leon's sudden death.

Still, she kept convincing herself he couldn't be dead—that he was still alive somewhere.

But no matter how hard she tried, her panic and fear continued to grow day by day, slowly, surely, and unstoppably.

At her mother's words, Fiona pressed her lips together but said nothing. She could sense the hidden lie and knew her mother was only trying to comfort her.

Charlotte, Iris, and Stella felt the same. They knew Liliana was lying—and they shared the same growing fear.

"Sister, what should we do?" Iris whispered softly to Charlotte.

Her eyes were turning red, and tears were welling up in the corners.

It had been almost two months since they first heard the news of their father's death. Iris hadn't been able to sleep well ever since.

Every night, she cried, thinking about the father she loved so deeply—the one who had suddenly vanished from their lives.

What hurt the most was remembering how cold and indifferent she had been when he first arrived. The guilt kept coming back, tormenting her with overwhelming regret.

If only she hadn't acted that way, she could've spent more time with him and created memories she'd cherish forever.

Charlotte remained silent. She didn't know how to respond.

In truth, she was just as devastated as her sisters. But as the eldest, she tried to hold herself together and hide her sadness from them.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard she tried, the sorrow never left her. In secret, she often cried alone—while reading, or in the quiet moments when no one was around.

And now, seeing her sister in tears stirred her own emotions. The urge to cry rose within her, but she quickly forced it down.

Stella observed everything in silence. She wanted to comfort them, but she wasn't doing any better herself.

Having lived alone before, she knew all too well how dark and painful that kind of life could be.

To survive, she had to scavenge through garbage, hoping to find something—anything—to eat.

But more often than not, there was nothing, and she would fall asleep with an empty stomach and a frail, starving body.

Leon's arrival was like sunlight breaking into her world of darkness.

He gave her love, shelter, food, and something she never imagined having—adorable sisters and friends.

Simply put, without Leon, she might not have survived. There would never have been a "Stella" in this world.

When the news of Leon's death arrived two months ago, it felt like a sword had pierced Stella's heart.

The pain was so deep, it felt like it would never heal—unless that man somehow came back to life.

But in this world, once someone dies… they can never return, right?

The atmosphere in the parlor was quiet, yet heavy. Each of them was lost in grief and emotional turmoil.

But then—

*Buzz!*

A faint black light flickered on the right side of Liliana's chest. It started dim but gradually grew larger and brighter.

The sight stunned them all. Sitting on her lap, Fiona stared at her mother's chest in confusion, then asked, "Mommy, what's wrong with your chest? Did something happen?"

But Liliana didn't answer. Her eyes widened, and her breathing grew heavy and uneven.

"He's... really alive…" She whispered, her voice full of disbelief.

Fiona, Charlotte, Iris, and Stella froze. The word hung in the air. For a brief moment, they were confused—unsure who "he" referred to.

But almost instantly, one name came to mind. Their eyes widened in unison.

"Daddy!"

...

"Elina, have you eaten yet? How about we have breakfast together first? The Ancestor asked you to come to the dining room."

Zelda stood outside Elina's room, gently knocking on the door as she waited quietly.

But after one or two minutes passed without a response, she began to feel a bit sad and disheartened.

"What a hassle," she muttered, shaking her head.

It had been nearly two months since the news of Leon's death reached them.

Since then, she, Athena, Arshley, and Liliana had launched a large-scale search to uncover his whereabouts.

They couldn't be certain whether Leon was truly dead.

After all, he was the Fated One—it was hard to believe someone like him could just disappear.

At the same time, they were also searching for Elina and a group of migrating dwarves.

Fortunately, on the tenth day of the search, they managed to find them all.

Since the Dwarven race no longer had a homeland, Athena offered them a new place to live—a massive, dormant mountain located about forty kilometers from Dragon territory and one hundred and eighty kilometers from the Elven lands.

Naturally, Morgrim—the current leader of the Dwarven race—was deeply grateful and accepted the offer with sincere respect.

Elina, however, did not stay with them. Instead, she returned to the Elven territory with Zelda.

But the girl had changed completely. Her former playfulness, cunning, and irritating charm had vanished—replaced by melancholy, sorrow, and a tendency to lock herself away in her room.

As her older sister, Zelda was deeply saddened and worried.

She feared that if things continued this way, Elina might fall ill—or worse, quietly die alone in her room.

Even though elves had long lifespans, they were not immune to sickness or death.

Zelda shook her head gently, finally giving up on trying to persuade her. In a soft voice, she said, "I'll have a maid bring you some food. Please don't forget to eat, okay?"

Without waiting for a response, Zelda turned and walked away—her steps slow, her back filled with quiet sorrow.

***

Inside the room, Elina lay on the bed, her body weary, her eyes blank.

In her right hand, she held a black token—the one Leon had given her back then.

"Young Master... where are you? Why did you break your promise?" she asked, her voice hoarse and full of sorrow.

Tears streamed down her cheeks, soaking the blanket beneath her.

Leon had once told her they would meet again. But he broke that promise—he vanished, never to return.

When her sister and Athena found her along the way, they told her Leon was... dead.

At that moment, it felt like a blade had pierced her heart. And since then, she has been unable to move on.

But just as she was drowning in grief, the black token in her hand suddenly emitted a faint, dark light.

Then, a voice she had longed to hear echoed softly in the room.

"Elina... Are you there?"