My Love Debts Are Everywhere!

"Wow! Is that Saint Arshley? She's unbelievably beautiful!"

From the balcony of Leon's room, Charlotte, Iris, Fiona, and Stella stood in silence, gazing down at Arshley as she stepped out of the horse-drawn carriage.

Their wide eyes sparkled with undisguised admiration.

"You're right, Sister Stella! She's so beautiful—even more than Mommy! It's like a goddess has descended from the sky!" Charlotte exclaimed excitedly.

Since coming to live in the palace, she had rarely seen anyone aside from her mother, Lyra, and a few members of the Demon race, like the Demon Generals.

So now, faced with such a breathtaking woman, she couldn't help but be amazed.

More importantly, Arshley was the first human she had seen besides her father. And that woman wasn't just any human—she was the leader of mankind, someone who stood on equal footing with her mother!

Beside her, Iris let out a long sigh, her eyes slightly misty with envy.

"You're right, Sis. She really does look like a goddess," she murmured softly. "Do you think... I could grow up to be that beautiful?"

"Pfft!" Charlotte giggled and gently rubbed her sister's head. "Of course you can—no, we can. Daddy is handsome, and Mommy is beautiful. He even said once, 'Two dragons can't give birth to a puppy.' So yeah—we're dragons!"

Iris perked up again after hearing that. She gave a small nod, clenching her hands together.

"You're absolutely right, Sis! We'll definitely grow up to be as beautiful as her!"

Among the four, only Fiona remained quiet, saying little.

It wasn't because she was captivated by Arshley's stunning beauty but because something was weighing on her mind.

"Sister Stella, Sister Iris, Sister Charlotte... I'm confused about something," she said hesitantly.

The three turned to her at once, curious.

"Do you think… Saint Arshley and Daddy have a deeper relationship? I mean, it doesn't seem like they're just childhood friends," Fiona said, scratching her little head innocently.

Her words startled them. They exchanged wide-eyed glances.

On second thought, what Fiona said did make sense.

Until now, they had believed Saint Arshley and their father shared nothing more than an old friendship.

But after seeing how beautiful and enchanting Arshley was, it suddenly felt unlikely that there was nothing between them.

Besides, Charlotte once read a saying in a book: "A handsome man and a beautiful woman are bound to come together sooner or later."

Their father was incredibly handsome, and Saint Arshley was unbelievably beautiful. How could there not be something between them?

And being childhood friends only made that possibility stronger.

In an instant, all four of them fell silent, complex expressions forming on their chubby little faces.

Meanwhile, Arshley, who had just arrived, took in her surroundings with eyes full of admiration.

"So this is the inner palace Brother Leon mentioned?" she whispered to herself. "It's beautiful..."

As the residence of generations of Demon Emperors, it was no wonder the inner palace was so vast and exquisitely designed.

Naturally, being the heart of the Demon Empire, it had to appear as grand and magnificent as possible.

"Saint, you were in such a hurry to come down. What if someone with bad intentions caught you off guard?"

A man's voice called out from behind. Arshley turned and smiled when she saw Adam dismounting from his horse with a helpless expression.

"It's alright, Adam," she replied softly. "This place is under Liliana Crimson's rule. It should be safe."

Adam rolled his eyes as he approached. "Even so, Saint, you still need to stay alert."

He knew Arshley was right, but his caution wasn't so easily set aside.

After all, he had spent decades fighting the Demon race.

Letting go of that deep-rooted suspicion and hostility wouldn't happen overnight.

"I know," Arshley said with a small sigh. "But as I've told you before—don't openly show your hostility or caution. If you do, Liliana Crimson might take it the wrong way. She could feel insulted… And if that happens, everything we've worked to build could fall apart."

In the past, Arshley had been just like Adam—deeply wary of Liliana and the demon race.

However, after months of exchanging letters, she began to realize that Liliana was different from the Demon Emperors of the past.

She was calm, composed, and sharp-minded. Arshley suspected that much of this attitude was influenced by her brother, Leon.

And she had good reason to think so.

After all, Leon had spent months under Liliana Crimson's care while recovering from the effects of the Devouring Poison. Surely, during that time, he had influenced her perspective—both directly and indirectly.

Hearing Arshley's words, Adam realized that his reaction may have been excessive. He lowered his head respectfully.

"Forgive my rudeness, Saint," he said quietly.

"No need to worry," Arshley replied with a gentle wave of her hand. "You and the soldiers can wait outside. I'll meet Liliana Crimson alone."

Adam hesitated for a moment, but held back any protest and finally nodded, albeit reluctantly.

"As you wish, Saint."

Arshley nodded in approval and was about to head inside when a maid with a flat expression approached from the front.

She stopped about two meters away and gave a polite bow.

"Welcome, Saint Arshley," the maid greeted. "Her Majesty Liliana is waiting for you in the parlor. I will escort you there."

Arshley was slightly startled when she recognized the maid's face.

"Are you Lyra, Liliana Crimson's personal maid?"

Lyra was momentarily taken aback, not expecting Arshley to recognize her so quickly. However, she quickly composed herself and gave a small nod.

"That's right, Saint. But... how did you know?"

Arshley smiled gently. "Brother Leon told me. He mentioned that Liliana had a maid with a flat, expressionless face. So when I saw you, I figured it must be you."

Lyra: "..."

She hadn't expected Leon to be the one who said that—especially with such a blunt description: 'flat, expressionless face.' It bothered her, just a little.

"Do I really look that flat and emotionless?" She wondered silently, a bit disheartened.

The truth was, she never wanted to seem cold. She had tried many times to express emotion… but it never quite worked.

Even when it did, it was only during rare, intense moments—like when her father, Heidel, passed away.

Noticing Lyra's subtle sadness, Arshley began to feel awkward and a bit guilty.

On second thought, her brother's words had sounded disrespectful—and she had just repeated them aloud, right in front of the person herself. That was practically mocking her.

"Ahem!" Arshley cleared her throat and quickly said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you."

Lyra let out a quiet sigh, then looked at her calmly.

"It's alright, Saint Arshley. I'm used to it. Now, please allow me to escort you to the parlor."

With that, she turned and began walking toward the palace.

Arshley could only smile awkwardly, shake her head lightly, and then step forward to follow behind.