My Love Debts Are Everywhere - Chapter 479

Chapter 479: The Decisive War Against the Barbarians
Even though Liliana tried to stay calm, the words “one year” made her body tremble slightly.

Her pink lips parted, then pressed together again, as if she wanted to speak but couldn’t find the right words.

A minute passed before she finally regained her composure—though not completely.

“Is it really that long?” she asked, feigning indifference.

Leon could sense the frustration and sadness in her voice, making him sigh softly.

“I’m not sure yet, but this time, I’ll probably be away longer than before,” he explained gently. Then, in a soothing tone, he added, “Still, it’s just an estimate. I might return sooner.”

Hearing that, Liliana brushed aside her sadness and gave a slow nod. “I know. Don’t worry.”

She understood all too well that Leon’s journey was inevitable. As the Fated One, he could never be confined to the palace.

Like a bird, he was meant to soar freely across the sky.

Then, as if coming to a decision, Liliana’s expression hardened. Without hesitation, she stood up and strode toward Leon, who sat across from her on the sofa.

Leon, noticing her sudden movement, was briefly startled and looked at her in confusion.

Before he could say a word, Liliana pressed him against the back of the sofa and kissed him directly on the lips.

“Umm!” Leon’s eyes widened in shock as Liliana’s tongue forcefully invaded his mouth.

He hadn’t expected her to take the initiative so boldly, catching him completely off guard.

But the surprise only lasted a moment. Regaining his composure, he responded with equal intensity, deepening the kiss.

“Mmmm~” Liliana let out a muffled sound, overwhelmed by the sudden shift in control.

She tried to overpower Leon, but her efforts were in vain. Instead, he seized full control of the kiss, leaving her no choice but to surrender.

Minutes passed, and Liliana’s face flushed red as her breathing grew uneven.

Sensing her limits, Leon pulled away, ending the kiss at a leisurely pace.

“Hah… Hah… Hah…” Liliana panted softly, her eyes glistening with moisture.

“You’re so cruel,” she murmured in discontent, resting her face against his broad chest.

Leon chuckled and stroked her back affectionately. “Who told you to kiss me so suddenly?”

Knowing she had no excuse, Liliana stayed quiet, closing her eyes to savor the moment.

Leon didn’t say anything either, simply resting his chin atop her head with a small smile.

Five minutes passed before he finally broke the silence, his tone playful. “So? Why did you kiss me so suddenly? Worried about me leaving?”

Instead of flinching in embarrassment, Liliana gave a small, honest nod.

“Yes, I’m worried,” she admitted casually, opening her eyes again. “But I know my worries won’t change anything. Your departure is part of your duty to save the world, and I have no right to hold you back.”

Leon was momentarily speechless at her words, but he quickly regained his composure.

Pulling Liliana into a tight embrace, he buried his face in the sweet-scented curve of her neck.

“Your worries aren’t pointless. If anything, they only prove how much you love me—and that alone makes me happy,” Leon said plainly. “But don’t worry, I’ll definitely come home once everything is over. That’s a promise.”

Liliana smiled softly and nestled against his broad chest.

“Then, I’ll wait for you,” she whispered.

They held each other for a while longer, lost in their shared warmth. But just as they were about to part, Liliana suddenly asked something completely unexpected.

“Leon, what do you think about having another child?”

Leon: “…”

…

Unknowingly, a month passed in the blink of an eye, like a horse galloping without rest.

In that short time, several major events unfolded—one of the most significant being the war between the Holy Orthodox and the barbarians.

Since the war was sparked by the barbarians’ attack, the battle unfolded directly on the vast grasslands.

Humanity’s forces, led by Valen and Luna, outmaneuvered their enemies and delivered a devastating blow.

Yet, the barbarian army proved resilient. Despite their losses, they endured, launching counterattacks whenever the opportunity arose.

As a result, the battle turned into a prolonged and grueling struggle, leaving heavy casualties on both sides.

However, with Edward on their side, the Holy Orthodox possessed a superior and highly sophisticated war strategy.

In just fifteen days, the barbarians’ once-formidable defenses crumbled completely. Many were captured by humanity’s forces, while others chose to flee.

When the new barbarian king received the news, he was furious.

Realizing the gravity of the situation, he immediately ordered his entire army—two hundred thousand strong—to launch an all-out attack on humanity’s forces.

Yet, even after receiving news of the incoming assault, Valen and Luna remained unfazed.

Now the sole ruler of humanity’s territory, the Holy Orthodox stood firm with an army that seemed endless.

Facing hundreds of thousands of barbarian soldiers posed no threat to them.

“Hahaha! This is getting exciting!”

Seated atop his horse, Valen burst into laughter, his gaze fixed on the sea of barbarian cavalry spread out eight hundred meters ahead.

Beside him, Luna remained composed, her expression cool and indifferent.

“Don’t get too cocky. They’re massive and powerful. If we let our guard down, we might be the ones to lose,” she warned icily, watching the enemy ranks.

True to their reputation, the barbarians were towering and broad-shouldered.

Even their horses were immense, nearly one and a half times the size of those ridden by humanity’s forces.

Although their seated positions on horseback made it difficult to gauge their exact height, Luna estimated that the average barbarian stood well over two meters—a staggering stature for an ordinary human.

Hearing Luna’s warning, Valen displayed neither fear nor caution. Instead, a smug smile lingered on his lips.

“So what if they’re taller and stronger?” He scoffed. “Don’t you know that I’m no shorter than them?”

As if to prove his point, he straightened up on his horse and proudly flexed his biceps and triceps.

His words made Luna suddenly realize just how towering Valen truly was—easily around 2.3 to 2.4 meters tall.

With his massive frame and powerful build, he looked more like a giant than a man. Even Leon, who was nearly two meters tall, seemed short in comparison.

Smirking slightly, Luna remarked, “You’re right, Valen. If not for your Holy Spear Soaring Dragon and that battle robe, I might have mistaken you for a barbarian.”

Her sharp remark wiped the smug grin right off Valen’s face.

“You…” He was about to retort when a thunderous war cry suddenly erupted from the barbarian ranks.

“Attack!”

“Tsk! They’re finally making their move,” he muttered coldly.

With a flick of his fingers, the Holy Spear of Soaring Dragon materialized in his grasp.

Without hesitation, he thrust it forward and roared to the army behind him.

“Everyone, charge!”

And so, the great decisive battle between the Holy Orthodox and the barbarians began…