My Love Debts Are Everywhere!

"Don't take another step. If you do, you'll suffer serious injuries."

Liliana, Charlotte, Iris, and Stella instinctively turned toward the voice, their bodies tensing in surprise.

Standing there was a tall, middle-aged man with a faint smile on his lips.

He had short white hair and wore a pristine, milky-white robe—simple yet elegant. A blindfold covered both his eyes, as if he had lost his sight.

Despite his middle-aged appearance, his smooth, unblemished skin seemed untouched by time.

Liliana's heart skipped a beat at the sight of him. She immediately recognized this mysterious man—they had crossed paths twice before.

The first time was on the grassland, when Leon's holy power spiraled out of control. The second was when Leon was kidnapped by Athena.

After their last encounter, she had secretly dispatched her shadow army to uncover his identity.

Yet, not a single trace of him could be found, as if he had never existed.

As Liliana stood lost in thought, Charlotte, Iris, and Stella, in contrast, couldn't help but smile with joy.

"Uncle!" the three called out excitedly.

Their sudden exclamation snapped Liliana out of her thoughts. She looked at them in surprise. "Uncle? You know him?"

Charlotte nodded and explained softly, "Mommy, do you remember the incident at the tavern, when those three evil demons tried to harass us? We were scared, but this uncle saved us."

Her words brought back Liliana's memory of that moment.

She now clearly recalled that Charlotte, Iris, Fiona, and Stella had mentioned a kind, white-haired uncle who had come to their aid.

Though she had suspected this man was the one they spoke of, hearing it confirmed still caught her off guard.

Liliana turned her gaze back to him and, in a nonchalant yet slightly gentle tone, said, "It may be late, but I still want to thank you for saving my daughters."

The middle-aged man let out a soft chuckle as he approached, his hands clasped behind his back.

"No need to thank me," he replied calmly, stopping beside Iris.

He reached out and gently stroked her head before continuing, "I was just passing by and couldn't stand by while those thugs tried to harm them."

Feeling his touch, Iris couldn't help but smile. Her small body squirmed slightly in delight—the warmth of his hand reminded her of her daddy's touch.

Liliana didn't mind witnessing their closeness.

She could tell that this middle-aged man harbored no ill will toward her daughters—if anything, he seemed genuinely fond of them.

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Steadying her emotions, Liliana took a deep breath and regarded the man seriously.

"You said saving Fiona would be dangerous for me. In that case, do you have a way to save her?"

She didn't take his warning lightly. After all, she still remembered how effortlessly he had suppressed her in their brief clash before.

The middle-aged man withdrew his hand from Iris' head and shifted his gaze toward Fiona.

"There are two ways to save her," he said calmly. "The first is to call Leon back and have him do it himself."

"Call Leon?" Liliana frowned and shook her head. "Even if I wanted to, I can't. He's currently in the Holy Empire of Elysium handling some matters. There's no way he can return so soon."

Besides the sheer distance, she was reluctant to face Leon.

Stella and Charlotte had suffered fatal injuries because of her carelessness, while Iris was still shaken from the assassin attack.

And now, Fiona was caught in an unforeseen crisis.

With one disaster after another, how could she possibly bring herself to face Leon?

As if he already knew her answer, the middle-aged man smiled faintly and said, "In that case, we'll go with the second method—I'll save Fiona myself."

His words left not only Liliana but also Charlotte, Iris, and Stella stunned.

"Uncle, are you serious? Can you really save her?" Stella clutched his hand tightly, her face filled with worry.

"Of course I can," he replied casually, patting Stella's head gently. "But I need your mother's permission first."

The three girls instinctively turned to Liliana, their eyes filled with anticipation.

Liliana knew she had no other choice. Letting out a small sigh, she finally said, "Alright, I agree."

Charlotte, Iris, and Stella breathed a sigh of relief, exchanging excited glances.

"Uncle, Mommy said yes! Can you save Fiona now? Please…" Charlotte tugged at the hem of his robe, her round eyes filled with a sorrow that was impossible to hide.

The middle-aged man nodded slowly, then rubbed her chubby cheek with a fond smile. "Alright, just wait here for a while."

With that, he turned his gaze toward Fiona and walked over with calm, steady steps.

Charlotte touched her cheek, feeling the lingering warmth of the man's palm.

Her expression showed confusion and hesitation—something that Stella immediately picked up on.

"Charlotte, are you okay?" Stella asked with concern.

Liliana and Iris naturally looked at Charlotte with confusion and curiosity.

Charlotte frowned but remained silent. "I'm fine. Don't worry."

She then stared at the middle-aged man's back in a daze.

"Strange... Why does it feel so similar when Daddy rubs my face?"

***

The middle-aged man walked forward undeterred, unfazed by the violent storm of holy power erupting from Fiona's body.

Anyone else would have been obliterated by the sheer force of the shockwaves it unleashed.

Yet, he remained calm, as if the holy power had no effect on him whatsoever.

After a moment, he came to a stop directly beneath Fiona's floating body.

Lifting his head, his body slowly rose into the air until he hovered right in front of her.

Fiona's current appearance was nothing like her usual self. On ordinary days, she looked cute, innocent, and full of life. But now, she exuded an air of majesty and indifference.

Though her childish features remained unchanged, anyone who laid eyes on her would feel an instinctive sense of dread.

Her eyes glowed brilliantly, while the symbol of the hero's destiny on her forehead radiated an intense light.

She hovered motionless in the air, her fingers gently interlocked.

The middle-aged man let out a quiet sigh, his expression tinged with sadness.

"Even after trying so hard to change it, I still failed…" He gave a wry smile, but his composure quickly returned.@@novelbin@@

Raising his right hand, he gently touched the glowing symbol on her forehead with the tip of his finger.

"Even so, it's not too late. I won't let the same mistake happen again…"

The moment he spoke, the holy power surging from Fiona's body flared even stronger, completely engulfing the middle-aged man.