My Love Debts Are Everywhere!

"Say it again, Fiona. I want to hear it one more time!"

"Mommy Arshley!"

"Again!"

"Mommy Arshley!"

"Ahhh..." Arshley collapsed limply against the back of the sofa, clutching her chest.

A wide smile spread across her lips, and her eyes glazed over with joy.

She still couldn't believe that a little girl as adorable as Fiona actually existed in this world.

And even more—Fiona was her brother's daughter. That meant, in a way, she was her daughter too!

"Hehehe!" Arshley giggled softly, lifted Fiona into her arms, and planted a loving kiss on her chubby cheeks.

"From now on, I'll be your mommy too. So don't be shy or awkward around me, okay?" she said, gently pinching Fiona's cheeks with a bright smile.

"Um!" Fiona nodded eagerly, her round eyes sparkling as she looked at Arshley's warm expression.

She hadn't expected things to turn out this way. Saint Arshley really was her father's wife… and now, her mother too!

That meant she had two mommies—and that made her so happy!

If Mommy Liliana was busy, she still had someone to play with: Mommy Arshley!

Just the thought made Fiona beam with joy. She swayed her little body side to side in excitement, an innocent smile on her face.

"Are you imagining something fun, Fiona?" Arshley asked, gently pinching her tiny nose.

"Hehehe…" Fiona giggled, then replied honestly, "I'm just happy… because now I have another mommy. So I have someone else to play with!"

Arshley was taken aback by those words. Curiosity got the better of her, and she asked gently, "Liliana never plays with you?"

Fiona pursed her lips and looked down sadly. "Mommy is really busy with her work, so I don't want to bother her. Sometimes I play with my sisters, but they're busy too… So, I usually just play by myself—or with Sister Stella. She always keeps me company."

Remembering her recent days of solitude, a dull ache stirred in her chest.

Even so, she never blamed Charlotte or Iris.

After all, they were different from her. Even at their young age, they already showed talents far beyond most children.

Her daddy often said that her two sisters were child prodigies.

Although he also praised her as a little genius, Fiona knew—deep down—she was still far behind them. She was still childish and preferred playing over studying.

Arshley fell silent. She couldn't bring herself to blame Liliana.

That woman was the Demon Empress, the ruler of the demon race. Naturally, she bore an enormous burden and barely had time for her daughters.

And as the Saint—the leader of mankind—Arshley understood that better than anyone.

With a soft smile, she gently stroked Fiona's silky hair and said soothingly,

"Don't worry. As long as I'm here, I'll be your playmate."

"Really?" Fiona's eyes widened, full of disbelief.

"Um!" Arshley gave a small nod as she kissed the girl's chubby cheeks. "In the past, your father took care of me and raised me. So now, I'll take his place—I'll look after you and play with you… whenever he and your mother can't be around."

"Thank you, Mommy Arshley!" Fiona exclaimed happily, wrapping her arms tightly around Arshley's neck.

Arshley smiled and gently patted her back. Then, with a hint of curiosity, she asked, "By the way, where are your sisters? Are they in their room?"

Fiona pulled back from the hug and nodded quickly, like a chick pecking at food.

"Yes! They're in the room. Does Mommy want to meet them?"

"Of course," Arshley replied as she slowly stood up. She looked at Fiona warmly and added, "They're Brother Leon's children too. I should meet and greet them."

"Yay!" Fiona cheered joyfully. "Then I'll go with you!"

"Good." Arshley nodded softly.

Carrying Fiona in her arms, Arshley stepped out of Leon's room and made her way toward the one where Charlotte, Iris, and Stella were.

***

"By the way, where's Fiona? I don't see her."

Inside the room, Iris—who had been reading a magic spellbook—looked up at Charlotte, who was lying on the bed with a curious expression.

Charlotte paused just as she was about to turn the page of her book, hesitating for a moment.

"Isn't Fiona with you, Iris?" she asked, her tone edged with suspicion.

"Playing?" Iris blinked in surprise. She lifted the spellbook from the desk and showed it to Charlotte. "I've been reading this the whole time, sister. How could I be playing?"

Charlotte's eyes widened, and she immediately sat up, worry spreading across her face.

Only then did she realize Iris hadn't moved from her seat.

Her gaze shifted toward Stella, who was sitting calmly on the balcony, weaving something with practiced hands.

Ever since their father left, Stella had spent a lot of time with Fiona—playing, reading books, and learning how to weave.

But for the past few days, she'd been completely absorbed in her weaving, as if preparing a gift for someone.

Charlotte stepped off the bed and approached her.

"Sister Stella, have you seen Fiona?" she asked.

"Hm? Fiona?" Stella raised her eyebrows slightly, pausing her hands. She turned and replied softly, "Isn't she sleeping in Uncle Leon's room?"

"Sleeping?" Charlotte and Iris said in unison, eyes widening.

"Yes," Stella said calmly. "She told me she was really sleepy and wanted to rest in Uncle Leon's room."

Hearing that, Charlotte and Iris looked at each other—then finally let out a sigh of relief.

Since Fiona was sleeping in their father's room, the two of them no longer felt the need to worry.

"By the way," Iris said, glancing at Arshley's horse-drawn carriage visible from the balcony. "Do you know why Mommy didn't let us meet Saint Arshley?"

Charlotte rolled her eyes and crossed her chubby arms over her chest.

"Isn't it obvious?" she said with a sigh, her gaze drifting into the distance. "Our identities are… a bit sensitive. Mommy probably just wants to avoid any trouble or conflict if Saint Arshley finds out who we really are. It's just like when she didn't let us leave the room while Empress Athena was here."

"Besides, Saint Arshley is Daddy's childhood friend. If she finds out he has children with Mommy, it could definitely cause a scene."

Charlotte's words left Stella and Iris speechless. They knew all too well—Daddy was incredibly popular with women.

Well, no surprise there—Daddy was just too handsome… and too perfect.

Just then, the sound of footsteps approached from outside the door.

Instinctively, all three of them turned their heads.

The door creaked open… And in walked a familiar little figure—Fiona.

But what truly shocked them wasn't Fiona herself… it was the person standing right behind her.

"Saint Arshley!?"