My Love Debts Are Everywhere! - Chapter 588

Chapter 588: A Love That Lasted Seven Thousand Years
Leon took a deep breath, trying to suppress the anxiety rising within him.

“First Elder, can you help me solve this problem?” he asked.

The First Elder smiled and shook her head gently. “I’m afraid I can’t. This is something only you can do.”

Leon fell silent, his brow slightly furrowed. But her next words echoed in his mind.

“However, I can offer you a solution—and a way to face it.”

A soft sigh of relief escaped Leon’s lips as he looked at her with gratitude.

“Thank you, First Elder…”

***

Five hours passed in the blink of an eye. The sun outside shone even more brightly, yet there was no trace of heat in the air.

Thanks to the barrier that shielded the Elven territory, the temperature remained stable and pleasant.

Even during the peak of the dry season, when the heat was at its worst, the elves remained untouched beneath the protection of that barrier.

In the artificial forest behind the Emerald Palace, a gentle breeze rustled the leaves, creating a cool, serene, and picturesque atmosphere.

The wooden door of the First Elder’s house slowly creaked open, and Leon stepped out, his expression calm and unreadable.

He closed the door quietly behind him and exhaled a long, weary sigh.

“The affairs of the Elven race are more complicated than I imagined. This journey… it’s truly a difficult challenge,” he murmured, shaking his head.

Leon walked slowly, his mind occupied with thoughts and strategies to resolve the crisis facing the Elves.

For the past five hours, he and the First Elder had been locked in deep conversation—discussing the Dark Elves and the corrupting darkness steadily consuming the World Tree.

During their talk, the First Elder had offered him a solution, though it was clear the path ahead would be anything but easy.

He would need to discuss everything with Miranda and Zelda.

Moreover, the looming threat of the Dark Elves, hiding in the shadows, remained a danger that could no longer be ignored.

If not dealt with soon, their relentless assaults on Elven lands would result in devastating casualties.

Leon kept walking, lost in thought. Before he realized it, he had already left the forest behind.

“Leon!”

A voice called out from ahead, prompting him to instinctively turn his head.

There, Zelda was walking toward him with a bright smile on her face.

“Did your meeting with the First Elder go well?” she asked, her tone laced with curiosity.

Leon let out a soft chuckle and nodded. “Of course it did. Do you think we’d end up in an argument or a fight?”

Zelda pouted slightly and replied, “Of course not. I’m just worried the First Elder might get too excited when she sees you. She’s over seven thousand years old, and I know how much she misses you.”

“You’re right,” Leon said with a gentle smile. “But don’t worry—she was warm and kind. We talked a lot and discussed many things.”

Zelda was deeply curious about the details of their conversation, but she hesitated to ask directly.

Naturally, Leon noticed her reluctance. With his hands clasped behind his back, he said, “We talked about the World Tree and the Dark Elves.”

Zelda’s eyes widened in surprise, but she quickly regained her composure.

“Did the First Elder mention any way to deal with it?” she asked cautiously.

“Yes,” Leon replied with a slow nod, beginning to pace. “But it’s a complicated matter. I’ll need to go over it with you in detail.”

Zelda didn’t hesitate. She grinned and gave her big chest a confident pat. “No problem. Leave it to me. We’ll come up with a solid plan.”

“Good,” Leon said with a satisfied smile.

Then, the two of them walked side by side, chatting pleasantly as they went.

***

Inside the wooden house, the First Elder stood before a painting of Amon Crimson. Her gaze was filled with a love too deep to hide.

“Amon, I have fulfilled my duty,” she whispered. “The Fated One has finally arrived. Just as you said, he is truly an extraordinary young man. Although he hasn’t revealed both powers, I can sense that his holy power and chaos power are solid and unified.”

“If I once had doubts, they’re gone now. I’m certain… he will change this world and lead us into a new era.”

Her voice softened, trembling as tears gathered in her eyes—tears that hadn’t fallen in thousands of years.

Though time marched on, her love for the man in the painting never faded.

On the contrary, it grew with each passing day, swelling until it could no longer be contained.

Memories of her husband’s ultimate sacrifice—giving his life to prepare the way for the Fated One—stirred sorrow deep within her heart.

But she understood. The sacrifice had been necessary—for the sake of the world’s survival.

And so, for Amon’s sake, she had endured seven thousand years of solitude, waiting patiently for the day the Fated One would finally appear.

Unfortunately, although Leon had arrived, the time to leave had not yet come. There was still one final task she needed to complete—the last responsibility of her life.

At that moment, a streak of purple light flashed, and a cold yet calm voice spoke from behind her.

“It’s been a long time, Malverna. It seems you’re still as healthy as ever, even after seven thousand years.”

Upon hearing the voice, the First Elder’s expression remained unchanged, as though she had expected it.

The sadness on her face faded, replaced by a smile that blossomed on her lips.

She turned around and looked at the beautiful figure seated on the sofa, who was smiling back at her.

“You’re still as healthy and beautiful as you were seven thousand years ago, Miranda…”

***

Time passed as it always did, though to some, it seemed to fly by.

It had been a week since Leon arrived in the land of the elves and settled into the Emerald Palace.

In that time, there had been no major events or surprises.

He spent his days quietly in the palace, leisurely reading books in the library or bringing them to his room for a more private setting.

The elves’ long lifespan had allowed them to maintain meticulously organized historical records—far more structured than those of the Demon Empire or the Holy Orthodoxy.

From these books, Leon gained a wealth of knowledge he hadn’t had before.

The histories of mankind, the demon race, and several other races were well-documented.

Of course, these records weren’t as complete as those of the Elven race.

After all, the elves had never left the Forest of Eternal Silence, and their understanding of the outside world was limited.

Still, many events from seven thousand years ago were chronicled—and that was priceless knowledge.

As Leon immersed himself in his reading, a knock came from the door of his room.

“Young Master, it’s me, Melissa. I’ve brought your breakfast. May I come in?”