My Love Debts Are Everywhere!

Leon smiled as he cupped his hands and bowed his head slightly toward her.

"Thank you for the welcome, Zelda," he said softly.

At the same time, his gaze lifted, subtly tracing Zelda's figure from head to toe.

Zelda was, admittedly, even more beautiful than the painting Elina had brought.

Her face was striking—almost flawless. Her eyes were a vivid green, and her long, slightly wavy hair, the same shade as her eyes, framed her features perfectly.

A gentle smile played on her lips—one capable of enchanting anyone.

She wore a white gown adorned with green lace around the neckline, wrists, chest, and waist.

The combination suited her perfectly, enhancing her graceful and serene presence.

She wasn't particularly tall—in fact, one could say she was on the shorter side. Standing beside Elina, the height difference was only about a head.

Zelda appeared to be around 1.58 to 1.6 meters tall.

Unlike Elina, who was short with a notably full chest and hips, Zelda was more modest in that regard—though still well-endowed.

There was no denying that her body was captivating. She was slender, her curves forming an elegant S-shape—enough to stir desire in any man.

"No wonder Athena is jealous. Zelda's beauty could easily rival hers," he muttered with a quiet chuckle.

Still, despite her breathtaking looks, Leon was no innocent fool who lost himself over a pretty face.

He quickly collected himself and raised his head.

But it wasn't just Leon who was captivated—Zelda, too, found herself drawn to him.

He had a tall, well-built figure. A black mantle made of dragon scales covered him from head to toe, creating the illusion of a slender frame.

However, the defined muscles on his arms hinted at the immense strength hidden beneath that lean appearance.

Given how rare it was for an elf to have such a muscular build, she couldn't help but feel tempted to reach out and touch them.

Suppressing the improper thought, she coughed lightly and forced a smile back onto her face.

"I apologize in advance, Leon," she said, placing her right hand over her stomach and bowing respectfully. "It must have been quite troublesome looking after my little sister during the journey. If she made any mistakes, I hope you'll forgive her."

Elina, standing beside her, felt a mix of anger and frustration.

Still, she didn't argue and could only puff out her cheeks in silent protest.

Leon chuckled softly and shook his head. "There's no need to apologize, Zelda. Actually, Elina wasn't any trouble at all. She kept me company during a rather dull journey—I should be the one thanking her."

Zelda raised an eyebrow and glanced at her sister, who now looked smug, the corners of her mouth curving proudly.

"Since you've said that, I won't press further. But still, thank you for bringing Elina home safely," she said sincerely.

Leon simply smiled and gave a slight nod in response.

Afterward, Zelda and Leon continued their conversation.

Although they had spoken before using a communication tool, meeting in person and talking like this felt completely different.

As a result, a trace of awkwardness lingered between them, as if an invisible wall stood in the way.

But over time, they grew more comfortable with each other.

Occasional laughter broke through their dialogue, gradually warming the atmosphere. That wall slowly faded.

Watching the scene, Elina let out a resigned sigh.

"As expected of the Young Master—he truly has a way with women," she thought to herself.

She could still clearly remember when Leon first visited her fortune-telling stall a year ago—accompanied by a stunning red-haired woman. At the time, Elina had been completely awestruck.

That woman was easily the most beautiful person she had ever seen—aside from her own sister.

In fact, in certain areas, like her chest and hips, even her sister lost out by a few points.

And now, seeing her usually calm and graceful sister so animated and eager in Leon's presence could only mean one thing: Leon had a gift for making women feel comfortable.

Well, considering how gentle and considerate he had been during their journey from Morvhal to Lysoria, Elina couldn't deny it—he really was impressive.

"By the way, Leon, you must be tired after such a long journey," Zelda said, a soft smile forming on her lips. "I've prepared a room for you to rest in."

"Oh? Then thank you, Zelda," Leon replied with a smile, accepting her offer without hesitation.

He was indeed feeling a bit tired and eager for rest.

Additionally, he needed to speak with Miranda to get advice on the next steps.

"Good!" Zelda nodded in approval before turning to Thalon. "Thank you for bringing Elina and Leon here, Thalon."

Thalon smiled and gave a slight bow. "You're welcome, Your Majesty. Your commands are my duty."

"Very well. Please show Leon to the room I've prepared," Zelda ordered.

Thalon nodded and turned to Leon. "Please follow me, Fated One."

Leon said nothing, merely offering a brief nod to Zelda before following Thalon.

As she watched him leave, Zelda let out a soft, regretful sigh. She had wanted to talk more with Leon.

He was incredibly engaging, full of knowledge, and easily kept up with the various topics she raised.

But she knew it wasn't the right time. He had just arrived and must be exhausted.

Pressuring him to stay and chat would only harm her image in his eyes, and Zelda didn't want that.

"Phew! Phew!"

A mocking whistle came from nearby. Zelda turned to see Elina, arms crossed over her chest, wearing a teasing grin.

"What's with that whistle?" Zelda raised an eyebrow, clearly displeased.

Elina shrugged casually, her smile playful. "Oh, nothing. I just thought your little pout earlier was adorable, big sister."

"My little pout?" Zelda's eyes widened in surprise as she instinctively touched her face.

Her reaction made Elina burst into laughter.

Thinking back, her sister had never been particularly close to any man. In fact, Leon was the first.

Having spent so much time among humans, Elina knew exactly what her sister's reaction meant—it was unmistakably the behavior of a woman in love.

Without thinking, her teasing instinct kicked in.

"Sister, did you fall in love at first sight with the Fated One?" She teased, her voice light and mischievous.

Zelda's body stiffened instantly. A few seconds later, her face flushed a deep red.

"W-What did you say? Falling in love? Humph! How could that possibly be!?"

Despite her denial, Elina could tell it was just a flimsy excuse.

"Pfft! Sister, you're terrible at lying."

Zelda's expression darkened instantly. The corners of her lips curled into a wicked smile as she glared at Elina.

"Alright, Elina. It seems like time in human territory has only made you more mischievous. Looks like you need some discipline."

"What? Wait! Big sister, I didn't—"

Before Elina could finish her protest, Zelda had already scooped her up and delivered a swift smack to her bottom.

*Plak!*

"Wuuuu! I'm sorry!"