My Love Debts Are Everywhere!

Meanwhile, in a vast and magnificent pool, an extraordinarily beautiful woman soaked with her eyes closed.

Though her expression was indifferent, she exuded a regal and graceful aura that compelled anyone who gazed upon her to instinctively bow their heads.

The most striking feature of this woman was her silver hair, which captivated anyone who gazed upon it.

This woman was none other than the most revered figure among the Holy Orthodox and all of humanity—Saint Arshley.

At that moment, Arshley's previously closed eyelids slowly opened, revealing her two blue eyes that mirrored the beauty of a clear daytime sky.

She surveyed the calm and tranquil surroundings and couldn't help but sigh softly, shaking her head slightly.

"What an exhausting and boring day," she whispered softly.

When Leon was still by her side, each day felt joyful and precious; she never experienced boredom or fatigue, as he always supported and encouraged her.

However, now that Leon was gone, the once vibrant days had turned monotonous and dull.

Even surrounded by supportive people like Edward and the other guardians, she still felt profoundly lonely, as if the entire world had abandoned her.

Casting her gaze down at her reflection in the water, Arshley noticed that her usually radiant face appeared extremely pale, as though it lacked blood.

Her beautiful blue eyes, too, seemed dull and devoid of their usual vibrancy.

She rubbed her face with both palms and smiled wryly.

"Apparently, that lovesickness brother Leon told me about really exists," Arshley remarked weakly.

As the name suggests, lovesickness is a mental condition triggered by various factors, such as intense love, heartbreak, and more.

At first, she doubted the existence of such an illness and thought Leon was merely teasing her.

However, after seeing her reflection and reflecting on the turmoil she had experienced in the past few days, she became convinced that lovesickness was real and her brother's words were undeniably true.

Snapping out of her reverie, Arshley sighed softly and immersed herself in the water, hoping to clear her mind. Yet, instead of finding relief, she felt increasingly agitated and uncomfortable, as if something were lodged in her heart, leaving her frustrated.

"It's so annoying," she murmured irritably.

Shaking her head, she resolved to leave the pool and return to her room.

Before she could move, however, footsteps echoed from outside the pool door, followed by a knock and a young woman's voice calling from the other side.

*Knock!*

"Please forgive my impoliteness for interrupting your bath, Saint Arshley," the voice said respectfully. "The First Guardian, His Venerable Edward, requests your immediate presence in the throne room to discuss a matter of significant importance."

Arshley frowned slightly, unable to conceal her dissatisfaction. Read exclusive chapters at empire

It was already midnight, and she longed to return to her room to rest her weary body and soul. Edward's request to meet in the throne room only deepened her frustration.

Despite her annoyance, she restrained herself, understanding that Edward would not summon her at this hour unless the matter was truly urgent.

Fixing her gaze on the door, Arshley took a deep breath and asked, "Alright, I'll head to the throne room shortly. But did Edward mention what this important matter is?"

While she would eventually discover the reason behind Edward's summons to the throne room, she couldn't quell the curiosity bubbling inside her.

In response to her question, the voice outside the door fell silent for a moment before replying respectfully, "His Venerable Edward wishes to discuss an important matter regarding the return of the second Guardian, His Venerable Lucas."

Upon hearing this, Arshley's eyes widened in shock, her expression revealing her surprise.

"Discussing Lucas's return? Does that mean he will be arriving any minute now?" Arshley inquired, her brows slightly furrowed.

A few days prior, Edward had informed her that Lucas would indeed be returning, but he hadn't specified the exact timing.

Considering Edward's request for her presence in the throne room at this hour, it seemed likely that Lucas was already en route and would arrive soon.

Quickly shaking off her thoughts, Arshley said, "Very well, you may go now, and thank you for the update."

"You're welcome, Saint," the voice replied.

Arshley quickly rose to her feet, her bare body fully exposed.

Her voluptuous, huge breasts, delicately tinted pink at the tips, appeared as exquisite as a masterpiece. She possessed a slim, alluring waist and curving buttocks that were as plump as a ripe peach.

With graceful movements, Arshley stepped out of the pool and used her magic to dry herself.

Once she donned her new saint's robe, she snapped her fingers and vanished from the scene.

...

Inside the room, Leon and Liliana sat side by side on the edge of the bed, an uncomfortable silence hanging between them.

The once sweet and affectionate atmosphere had shifted dramatically, now heavy with tension, as though the grim presence of death had settled between them.

Leon maintained a calm and relaxed facade, but inside, his heart raced, and cold sweat trickled down his back.

'Damn... I anticipated this kind of atmosphere, but why isn't Liliana reacting? Why is she just sitting there in silence?' Leon thought nervously.

Moments earlier, he had revealed the truth about what had happened between him and Athena, which had immediately ignited Liliana's anger.

Strangely, however, after her outburst, she had fallen into an eerie silence, leaving him confused. This reaction was far from what he had expected.

He glanced at Liliana beside him and noticed that she remained unchanged—silent, with her head bowed, making it impossible for him to gauge her expressions or thoughts.

Leon took a deep breath in an attempt to quell his anxiety, but it only made things worse. Instead of calming down, his nerves grew more tense, leaving him increasingly uncomfortable.

After a tense fifteen minutes of silence, Liliana finally spoke up in a cold, indifferent tone, "Why are you telling me this? You should have been able to keep it from me, right?"

Hearing her speak, Leon felt a small sense of relief. He had thought she was ignoring him, but clearly, that wasn't the case.

Shaking his head slightly, Leon adopted a serious expression and replied sincerely, "You're right, I had the chance to keep it from you. But I didn't want to lie or betray the trust you've given me. That's why I chose to be honest with you."

He had initially planned to lie to Liliana, but his encounter with the white-haired middle-aged man sparked an epiphany that compelled him to choose honesty instead.

Leon's heartfelt confession left Liliana momentarily speechless. She slowly lifted her gaze to Leon, her expression cold and indifferent, devoid of the smile she had worn earlier.

"Even if it means I might end up hating you, will you still be honest with me?" Liliana asked in a flat, emotionless tone.

Leon was momentarily stunned but quickly nodded with a resolute expression.

"Of course I'm afraid, but it's far better than lying and betraying your trust," he replied solemnly, his conviction catching Liliana off guard.

She scrutinized him closely, as if trying to peer into the depths of his heart. After a moment, she averted her gaze and let out a soft sigh.

"Since you're so sincere and honest, I won't hold it against you; I forgive you," Liliana said in a cold, indifferent tone, startling Leon.

"Are you serious, Liliana? You forgive me?" Leon inquired, incredulously pointing at himself.

Liliana shot him an irritated glance but remained silent, giving only a slight nod.

"Yes," she replied tersely.

Leon was completely dumbfounded and at a loss for words. He had imagined countless scenarios about how Liliana might react when he told her the truth.

Yet he never expected her to forgive him, leaving him both astonished and relieved.

With a deep sigh, he patted his chest and gazed at Liliana with genuine gratitude.

"Liliana, I'm truly grateful to you. Really, I—" Before Leon could finish, Liliana suddenly pressed her lips against his in a forceful kiss.

"Umm!" Caught off guard by her boldness, Leon was momentarily surprised and almost reacted, but she pulled away before he could respond.

"Liliana, you—" He attempted to continue, but Liliana quickly pushed him onto the bed and straddled him.

Her gaze locked onto his, filled with a mix of emotions—annoyance, anger, love, desire, affection, and grievances—each clearly visible in her red eyes.

"Even though I forgive you, that doesn't mean you're off the hook, Leon. Tonight, I'm going to make you forget every other woman except me!" Liliana declared casually, licking her upper lip with a sultry look.

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