My Love Debts Are Everywhere!

Inside the palace, Liliana, dressed in a simple yet elegant white dress, carried two large plates of delicious dishes and set them on the dining table.

Her long white hair, usually flowing down to her waist, was pulled into a neat bun over her right shoulder, highlighting her stunning beauty.

A pink apron with flower and cloud motifs hung around her neck, contrasting with her cold temperament and composed demeanor.

In this moment, Liliana did not resemble the formidable Demon Emperor; instead, she looked more like a gentle, caring mother, though the indifferent expression on her beautiful face remained unchanged.

She surveyed the table, filled with delicious dishes, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Everything is in place. Now, it's just a matter of waiting for the little ones to come for breakfast," Liliana murmured, a gentle smile gracing her lips.

Given her status as the Demon Emperor, she certainly didn't need to handle the cooking herself and could have easily instructed the maids to do it.

However, she chose to cook herself, wanting her little daughters to experience the warmth of their mother's cooking. She understood that her duties as Demon Emperor often kept her from spending much time with them, so cooking and sharing breakfast became a simple yet meaningful way to nurture their bond.

Liliana returned to the kitchen, removed her apron, and hung it up before heading back to the dining room. She sat down and tasted a few of the dishes she had made.

Just then, the sound of small footsteps approached, and four little girls entered, their faces still tinged with sleep, but their excitement clear.

"Good morning, Mommy!" Charlotte greeted with a sweet smile. Behind her, Iris, Stella, and Fiona followed, all offering their greetings.

Liliana smiled warmly, nodding slightly as she replied, "Good morning, Charlotte, Iris, Stella, and Fiona. Come, sit down; I've made breakfast for you."

Upon hearing this, the four girls' eyes lit up with excitement. Without hesitation, they rushed to the dining table and took their seats.

At the sight of the delicious spread, they couldn't help but feel both amazed and hungry.

"Wow! Mommy, did you cook all of this?" Iris asked eagerly, glancing at Liliana. Find adventures at empire

Liliana chuckled softly at her second daughter's enthusiasm and replied casually, "Of course, I made all these dishes. They look delicious, don't they?"

"Mm! Mm! They look so good!" Before Iris could continue, Fiona, sitting beside her, eagerly interrupted, taking a big bite of a chicken drumstick.

With her mouth full, a spot of soy sauce smeared on the corner of her lips, adding to her irresistible cuteness.

"Don't talk with your mouth full, smelly Fiona," Iris chided, rolling her eyes while grabbing a napkin to gently wipe Fiona's lips.

"Umm..." Sensing her sister's concern, Fiona smiled contentedly, her eyes closing in bliss as she enjoyed the meal.

The sight of their affectionate interaction made Liliana smile.

She then looked at Charlotte and Stella, who were sitting quietly without moving their spoons, and said lightly, "Don't just sit there; let's eat."

Hearing that, Charlotte and Stella smiled and nodded in unison before eagerly starting their breakfast.

In an instant, the dining room was filled with a warm, harmonious atmosphere. Fiona, Iris, Charlotte, and Stella occasionally fed each other, their giggles adding to the joy of the moment.

Watching them, Liliana smiled warmly, her heart lightened by the sight.

But then, her gaze drifted to the empty seat beside her, and a soft sigh escaped her lips.

"If only Leon were here, everything would feel complete," she whispered, her voice tinged with regret.

The silence from the battlefield in recent days weighed heavily on her, filling her with worry. She sensed that something significant must have occurred, though she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

"I hope nothing bad has happened to Leon," she murmured, holding onto a thread of hope.

War was unpredictable, and even someone as strong as Leon was not immune to injury or worse.

"Mommy! When is Daddy coming back?" Fiona's sweet voice broke through her thoughts.

Looking up at Fiona's round face, filled with curiosity and a hint of concern, Liliana offered a soft smile.

"Your daddy just left, and you're already asking when he'll return. Do you miss him that much?" Liliana inquired, her tone laced with humor.

Fiona nodded her little head like a chick and replied honestly, "Yes, I miss him so much, Mommy. I can't sleep without Daddy."

Her sorrowful tone tugged at Charlotte, Iris, and Stella's hearts.

Liliana felt a pang of helplessness, but she knew she had to comfort her.

"Well, don't worry," she reassured gently, spearing a piece of meat with her fork and taking a bite before continuing, "Didn't Daddy say he'd be back in a few weeks? There's no need to be sad. Just be patient. I'm sure he'll return once everything's settled. Alright?"

Fiona, though still reluctant, knew her mother was right.

"Alright~" Fiona nodded slightly, her lips pursed in a little pout.

Charlotte, Iris, and Stella didn't say anything, continuing to eat in silence.

The lighthearted exchange didn't disrupt the warmth of the atmosphere at the table. After a few more minutes, they had finished their breakfast.

"I'm so full," Charlotte remarked, leaning back in her chair and rubbing her small stomach.

"Mm! Me too," Stella replied, mimicking Charlotte's gesture and adding excitedly, "Aunt Liliana's cooking is so good! I even had to go for seconds!"

Iris, sitting beside her, nodded in agreement and looked at Liliana with admiration.

"Yes, you're right, Sister Stella. Mommy's cooking is amazing," Iris praised sincerely.

Hearing their compliments, Liliana smiled warmly while tidying up the plates on the table.

*Coak!*

At that moment, a crow flew through the open window, startling everyone, especially Stella, who had never seen anything like this before.

*Coak! Coak!*

The crow squawked as it circled the room before finally flying toward Liliana and landing on her shoulder.

Curious, Liliana asked excitedly, "Is there any news?"

*Coak!*

The crow squawked again, as if to acknowledge her question, and nodded its head.

Liliana gently stroked the crow's head, and suddenly a black magic circle appeared above it.

*Whoosh*

A black scroll materialized from the magic circle, and Liliana quickly took it, unrolling it as she began to read.

As she read, her expression shifted from nervous anticipation to shock and strain.

Her eyes widened, and the hands holding the scroll began to tremble uncontrollably.

Sensing the change in her emotions, Charlotte, Iris, Stella, and Fiona exchanged concerned glances.

"What's going on? Why does Mommy look so strained?" Fiona inquired softly, leaning in close to Iris' ear.

"I'm not sure," Iris replied, shaking her head slightly. She hesitated before adding, "It might be news about Daddy."

Fiona was stunned for a moment. She turned to look at Liliana, whose expression had darkened with sorrow, and a horrible thought suddenly flashed through her mind.

"Is Daddy injured!?" Fiona's eyes widened, her whole body tensing.

Iris noticed Fiona's pale face and furrowed her brows in concern. She gently called out to her, but Fiona didn't respond, which only deepened Iris's worry.

Before Iris could shake Fiona from her thoughts, Charlotte's anxious voice cut through the silence.

"Mommy, what's happening?"

Liliana snapped out of her reverie and quickly regained her composure, forcing a smile.

"I'm fine. Don't worry," Liliana replied lightly, rolling up the letter and tucking it into her dress pocket.

"But…" Charlotte began, then hesitated, swallowing her words.

Liliana noticed but chose not to address it, merely waving her hand lightly.

"Alright, you all go back to your rooms," Liliana instructed, her tone calm and casual.

Despite their hesitation, they didn't dare disobey and nodded in unison before standing up. However, Iris quickly noticed Fiona was still sitting, seemingly lost in thought, and gently urged her to move.

"Fiona, let's go back," Iris said, giving her a little shake.

Fiona snapped back to reality, her eyes reddened, as though she were on the verge of tears.

Although Iris was puzzled, she didn't press for an explanation. Without a word, she took Fiona's hand and led her out of the dining room.

From what she knew of her mother, that look on her face meant something serious was unfolding. Therefore, Iris didn't dare disobey her mother's order to return to their rooms.

Once the four girls had left, Liliana took the scroll from her dress pocket again and unrolled it.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Her expression, once indifferent, became clouded with sadness. She bit her lower lip in worry. "Heidel is really dead... how am I going to tell Lyra?"

...

At the Demon army camp, Leon, accompanied by Kaelen, approached one of the Demon soldiers' tents.

Outside, ten demon soldiers stood in a horizontal line, their faces pale and their expressions filled with panic and fear.

As Leon drew closer with Kaelen by his side, their anxiety grew palpable, and they quickly bowed their heads in submission.

"Good morning, General," they greeted, their voices trembling.

Leon sensed their fear but remained silent, offering only a small nod.

"Rise," Leon commanded, his tone indifferent. "Now, tell me what happened."

The soldiers felt the coldness in his voice and braced for punishment.

One of them stepped forward, speaking regretfully, "General, it went like this..."

He then recounted the entire incident in detail. Leon listened intently, his arms folded across his chest, without interrupting.

After two minutes, the demon soldier finished his explanation and glanced timidly at Leon. He and the others braced themselves, expecting a severe reprimand.

To their surprise, Leon remained composed, showing no trace of anger. They exchanged hesitant glances, a mix of confusion and quiet relief flickering across their faces.

Meanwhile, as Leon processed the soldier's account, he realized it aligned perfectly with Kaelen's explanation.

"How strange... how is this possible? If there had been a surge of magic or anything similar, I would have sensed it. But I felt nothing," Leon muttered, his gaze drifting toward the tent where Guren had been.

As he delved deeper into the puzzle, a sudden chill raced down his spine, and his eyes widened in alarm.

"Not good!"