My Love Debts Are Everywhere!

Fifteen minutes later…

Leon grabbed Thalon by the neck, slammed him to the ground, and swung a fist at his face.

But just as the punch was about to land, it stopped—barely a centimeter from Thalon's nose.

A faint smile formed on Leon's lips as he asked, "Are you giving up?"

Staring at the fist hovering in front of his eyes, Thalon let out a wry smile and gave a slow nod.

"I... give up," he said with a soft sigh.

Leon chuckled, then slowly let go and stood upright.

He extended a hand, and Thalon took it immediately, using the support to rise to his feet.

"Thank you for accepting my request, Fated One," he said respectfully, bowing slightly.

Although he had expected this outcome, the sting of defeat still hit him.

In their head-to-head clash, Leon had completely dominated the rhythm, leaving him no choice but to follow.

As a result, every move and strike he attempted was easily read and countered.

It was frustrating—especially since hand-to-hand combat was supposed to be his strength. Yet, he had been thoroughly outclassed.

Still, losing to Leon, the Fated One, brought him a strange sense of calm—and even a sliver of relief.

"Wow! Young Master, you actually defeated Leader Thalon!"

Nana's admiring voice came from beside them. The two turned to see Elina, Nana, Rhaven, and Faelar walking toward them, all with expressions of shock.

Leon smiled and ruffled Nana's hair. "I only won because I was lucky. If Leader Thalon had used all his power, I wouldn't have come out on top."

What he said was half true, half false. In their duel, Thalon had indeed held back, not fully unleashing his power.

Of course, the same could be said for Leon. Had he gone all out, the area within hundreds of meters would have been obliterated by his holy or chaos power.

And who would have emerged victorious? It would've been him, without a doubt.

After all, holy power and chaos power were the two most powerful and destructive forces in the world.

Thalon smiled awkwardly at Leon's words of reassurance. At the same time, he felt relieved. The man truly understood how to preserve the dignity of others.

Thalon's respect for Leon grew several notches.

Elina, who had been silent until then, suddenly spoke. "Alright, Thalon. Now that you've gotten what you wanted, lead us to my sister. She must be anxiously awaiting our arrival."

Thalon gave a small nod. "Yes, Princess. Let's go see Her Majesty."

With that, Thalon, accompanied by Rhaven and Faelar, began leading Leon, Elina, and Nana into the Elven territory.

***

The territory of the Elven race was unlike anything Leon had imagined. Nestled deep within the dense Forest of Eternal Silence, a massive dome-shaped barrier covered an area spanning thousands of kilometers.

This barrier not only concealed the existence of the Elven race but also shielded them from the attacks of the powerful monsters that roamed the forest.

From the outside, all Leon saw were towering trees and thick underbrush. But as he followed Thalon and stepped inside, it felt as though his body was swallowed by an invisible force.

When he slowly opened his eyes, the sight before him made his heart race.

"This... is the territory of the Elven race?" He murmured, his eyes widening as his heartbeat quickened.

What he had expected to be a small, secluded area turned out to be an expansive territory.

Though not as technologically advanced as humanity, the Elven race had built a civilization that was nothing short of impressive.

From his vantage point atop a hill, Leon could see the sprawling landscape below.

Rows of houses made from wood stood, their roofs crafted from massive leaves. Though simple in design, the buildings appeared solid and resilient.

To the south, a magnificent palace stood atop a giant tree.

Made of emerald, it gleamed with an otherworldly glow, rising conspicuously against the natural backdrop.

Its elevated position made the palace visible from nearly every corner of the region.

While the Forest of Eternal Silence was shrouded in gloom, its sunlight struggling to break through the thick canopy, the Elven territory, protected by the giant dome, was brightly lit.

Sunlight filtered through freely, creating a harmonious balance of warmth and coolness in the air.

From where he stood, Leon watched as Elf children ran and played joyfully, while the adults worked the fields, their laughter ringing out from time to time in a shared moment of happiness.

The scene was warm and peaceful, strikingly similar to life in human territories, which deepened Leon's understanding of the Elven race.

But what truly stood out amidst all this was the enormous tree standing proudly at the center of the land.

It was colossal, towering high into the sky, as if it reached all the way into space.

Leon couldn't estimate its exact height, but he guessed it must have been at least five to ten kilometers tall.

Its trunk was massive—hundreds of times thicker than any tree he had ever seen before.

Amazement filled his golden eyes as he asked softly, "Is that the World Tree?"

Elina, standing beside him, nodded with a touch of pride in her voice. "Yes, it is the World Tree. It is our god, and we revere it deeply."

Her tone was filled with sincerity and admiration, making it clear how deeply Elina held the tree in respect.

"Miranda's words were spot on… The Elven race truly holds the World Tree in the highest regard," he murmured, nodding slightly.

It wasn't just Elina—Thalon, Rhaven, Faelar, and even Nana were gazing at the World Tree with reverence, as though its presence held a significance far greater than that of just an enormous tree.

Leon's gaze returned to the towering World Tree, and suddenly, Miranda's words echoed in his mind.

"The spirit of the World Tree is the wife of the First Demon Emperor, Amon Crimson. When you reach the Elven territory, seek her out. She will be of great help to you."

A faint smile tugged at his lips. Since the spirit was Liliana's ancestor, it was only natural that he should meet her and offer his respects.

Besides, there were still questions that plagued him—questions only the spirit might be able to answer.

Just as Leon was lost in thought, Thalon's respectful voice pulled him back to the present.

"Let us go meet the Elf Queen, Fated One."

Leon gave a small nod. But before he could take a step, a gentle whisper brushed past his ear.

"After thousands of years, you have finally come to, Fated One..."

His eyes widened. In the blink of an eye, the scene around him changed.

Thalon, Elina, Nana, Rhaven, and Faelar—everyone had vanished. All that remained was a vast field of grass, swaying gently under a light breeze.

Before he could react or make sense of what had just happened, a pair of soft hands covered his eyes from behind.

Then came a familiar, gentle voice—one that stirred something deep within him.

"Guess who I am?"