My Love Debts Are Everywhere!-Chapter 498: A Special Day Before Farewell - Part 2

With the end of New Year's Eve and the arrival of a new year, life in the capital and throughout the Demon Empire gradually returned to normal.

The streets buzzed with activity as people walked around, cheerful smiles on their faces.

Meanwhile, countless merchants lined the roads, eagerly calling out to customers.

Winter was still in full swing, and snow continued to fall from the sky.

However, it was lighter now, and the warm sunlight bathed the entire Demon Empire, casting a gentle glow over the bustling streets.

"I didn't expect it to be this crowded."

Amidst the flow of demons passing by, Leon and Liliana walked hand in hand, quietly observing their surroundings.

Unlike usual, when they preferred casual attire, today they were wrapped in thick winter coats that concealed their entire figures.

Of course, the cold had no effect on them, given their physical resilience.

However, to blend in with the crowd and avoid unnecessary attention, they had chosen to dress like everyone else.

Liliana smiled faintly and explained, "Of course, it's crowded. A new year means a new month, and during this time, many demons stock up on essentials like food and clothing."

"Besides, today marks the arrival of fresh goods from various cities, so trade is even busier than usual."

To ensure her people never faced starvation or suffering, Liliana enforced strict policies on food supplies and clothing distribution.

Every two to three months, farmers and herders entered their harvest period, and their produce was promptly collected by merchants to be sold across various cities.

Similarly, cloth weavers worked diligently during these months, producing textiles that were then distributed through merchants.

With winter's arrival, the demand for food and clothing surged dramatically, making it no surprise that the capital's streets were bustling with activity.

As the ruler, Liliana felt a deep sense of satisfaction watching the lively crowds—it was proof that her policies were working.

Listening to her explanation, Leon nodded in understanding and gently tightened his grip on her hand.

"You truly are an exceptional leader, Liliana," he praised sincerely.

Managing an empire was a heavy burden, one that required unwavering dedication.

While Leon had the capability to handle the work Liliana or Arshley did, he had never been interested in taking on such a role.

To him, as long as he could stay by the side of his little daughters and the people he cherished, that was enough.

If not for his responsibilities as the Fated One, he would have gladly avoided the hassle of traveling the world to meet the hidden races.

Liliana smiled at his compliment, hugging Leon's arm and resting her head against it.

They continued strolling, taking in the beauty of Erantum. No matter how many times he visited, Leon never grew bored of the city.

Unlike Astralyn, the former capital of the Holy Empire, Erantum's architecture was much older, carrying an ancient charm while still retaining a subtle modern touch.

Of course, they didn't just stroll around—they also stopped by a restaurant and booked a private room to enjoy their time together.

After leaving the restaurant, they wandered through the bustling streets, pausing at roadside stalls to buy small snacks.

Hand in hand, they savored each passing moment, cherishing every second together.

Amidst the falling snow, these beautiful memories would remain etched in their hearts, never to be forgotten.

...

Nighttime...

Time flew by, and before they knew it, Leon and Liliana had spent hours wandering the city.

"Let's head back," Leon said, glancing up at the dark, cloud-filled sky.

Liliana, nibbling on her cotton candy, felt reluctant but didn't argue. She simply gave a small nod.

"Alright, let's go," she murmured, tightening her grip on Leon's arm.

Despite the late hour, the capital remained lively, its streets glowing with countless lights. Rather than quieting down, the city had only grown more vibrant.

Leon and Liliana strolled leisurely toward the palace, engaged in light conversation.

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Though she could have used teleportation magic, Liliana chose not to. She wanted to savor these last moments with Leon.

After all, he would be leaving tomorrow, and there was no telling when he would return.

"By the way, do you know how much longer until the Evil God appears in the world?" Liliana's sudden question caught Leon off guard.

He quickly regained his composure and replied, "I'm not sure, but Miranda estimates a maximum of ten years, with the earliest being five to seven years. Of course, that's just an estimate—the Evil God could arrive sooner or later than expected."

"Ten years at most and as soon as five?" Liliana repeated, her expression turning serious.

She had assumed the Evil God wouldn't appear for several decades, but now, realizing it could be as soon as five years, the situation felt far more urgent.

This was something she needed to discuss with Arshley. After all, the relationship between humanity and the demon race was still far from fully mended.

They had to accelerate their efforts to unite the two races and prepare for the looming threat.

Sensing her unease, Leon chuckled softly and gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. "Don't stress over it too much. I'll focus on getting stronger as fast as possible and uniting the hidden races. That way, we'll be fully prepared when the time comes."

Liliana took a deep breath, closed her eyes for a moment, and exhaled slowly.

"…Yes, I believe in you."

...

Inside the room, Leon lay sprawled on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Sleep eluded him, his mind preoccupied with thoughts of his departure tomorrow.

Though he loathed leaving his children, it was a responsibility he couldn't ignore.

Time was slipping away, and he had to make the most of every second if he was to stand a chance against the Evil God.

Suddenly, his thoughts wandered to the moment he was trapped in a world that felt like an illusion.

Liliana and Athena's deaths, the Evil God's fall, and even Fiona's fate—all of it weighed on him, yet what truly haunted him were the winged figures in white robes descending from the sky.

For some reason, they reminded him of the angels depicted in his previous world.

But what unsettled him even more was the deep, thunderous voice that had declared:

"The Fated One is dead. Now is the time for me to ascend the throne and become the God of this Universe."

"God of the Universe? Was that voice truly a deity? And if so, why did he only seek to claim the throne after Fiona's death?"

"Is there a connection between the Fated One's identity and the throne of the God of the Universe?" Leon wondered, his mind clouded with confusion.

Everything became more obscure and hazy, sending a sharp throb through his head.

Just then, the door to his room swung open, revealing several figures standing behind it.

Leon's gaze snapped toward them, his expression briefly frozen.

"Charlotte, Iris, Fiona, and Stella?"