My Love Debts Are Everywhere!-Chapter 511: Moving to a New Room

"Dragon Ancestor, when will you begin my master's training?" Miranda asked, turning to him.

The dragon ancestor remained silent for a moment before finally responding, "Since the Fated One just arrived and we recently fought, I've decided to start tomorrow."

Miranda nodded without objection. "Very well. By the way, there's something important I need to discuss with you."

Noticing the seriousness in her expression, the dragon ancestor grew cautious but didn't refuse. "Alright."

He then turned to Athena and instructed, "Athena, please take the Fated One to the room I've prepared."

Athena sensed the shift in her ancestor's demeanor and cast a curious glance at Miranda. However, without questioning it, she simply nodded.

"Let's go, Leon," Athena said, wrapping her arms around his.

Leon nodded, briefly glancing at Miranda, who offered him a reassuring smile.

Feeling at ease, he allowed Athena to lead him toward the palace.

Meanwhile, the dragon ancestor turned back to Miranda. "Then, let's find a place to talk."

With that, he snapped his fingers, and in an instant, they vanished.

...

Leon and Athena strolled leisurely, conversing and occasionally laughing.

"By the way, where's my room? Is it in that grand palace?" he asked curiously, pointing to the massive structure where the dragon ancestor's true form had previously rested.

Athena shook her head. "No, not there. That palace was specially built to accommodate my ancestor's dragon body. Your residence is in a smaller palace to the south."

"Oh?" Leon raised an eyebrow, intrigued. However, he chose not to press further and simply followed Athena.

A few minutes later, a smaller yet still magnificent palace came into view.

Athena smiled and gestured toward it. "That's where you'll be staying."

Leon couldn't help but be impressed. The palace rivaled Liliana's inner palace in grandeur.

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Its blend of ancient elegance and luxurious design immediately captivated him.

"Will I be staying there alone?" He asked, slightly puzzled.

"No, I'll be staying with you," Athena answered with a mysterious smile.

Leon quickly caught her meaning and felt a slight tinge of embarrassment.

Without further discussion, they stepped inside and explored the palace, moving through various rooms, including the parlor, kitchen, and more.

Since this palace was likely built thousands of years ago, the engravings on the walls appeared unique, unlike any he had seen before.

Yet, despite its age, the interior was spotless and gleaming, devoid of even a speck of dust.

It was clear that the palace had been meticulously maintained, even though no one had ever lived in it.

Athena led Leon down the hallway to a room near the garden. It was grand and spacious, with a king-sized bed at its center.

To the right, a luxurious wardrobe stood filled with neatly arranged men's clothing, while on the left sat an elegant work desk.

Not far away, a sturdy bookshelf housed a collection of neatly organized books.

Leon couldn't hide his amazement. "Did your ancestor prepare all of this?"

Everything was so well-arranged that it had to have been planned in advance.

Athena nodded. "Yes, my ancestor actually prepared this room for you over six months ago. But with everything happening in the Holy Empire of Elysium, and your prolonged stay at the Demon Empire's palace, his preparations ended up going unused for a while."

"Well, it wasn't entirely in vain, since you eventually came to Eryuentium and are now staying here."

Hearing her explanation, Leon felt a mix of guilt and embarrassment toward the dragon ancestor.

When Athena first approached him about meeting her ancestor, he had been wary, suspecting that the dragon ancestor might have hidden motives.

However, after learning the truth, he wished he could go back and slap his past self.

Fortunately, the dragon ancestor never brought it up and remained indifferent, as if he had completely forgotten about it. That alone was a relief.

Pushing aside his thoughts, Leon touched the ring on his finger, and a flash of black light illuminated the room.

In an instant, the items he had brought to Eryuentium appeared on the floor—his clothes, equipment, and other essentials.

Had he known the dragon ancestor had prepared everything for him, he wouldn't have bothered bringing any of it.

Athena assisted Leon in organizing his belongings. Before they realized it, fifteen minutes had passed, and the room now felt more lived-in with his presence.

Leon sat on the bed with a long sigh. Resting a hand on his stomach, he turned to Athena, who stood before him.

"Are you hungry? If so, let's head to the kitchen. I'll cook something for you."

But instead of answering, Athena gave him a faint smile and then suddenly pushed him onto the bed.

Leon barely had time to react before she climbed on top of him, straddling his waist.

"I'm hungry," she murmured playfully, her eyes gleaming with possessive desire. "But I'm not in the mood for ordinary food."

Lowering herself slightly, she whispered, "What I want to eat… is you."

Leon: "..."

...

"So, what is it you want to discuss, Lady Miranda?"

Seated on the couch in the parlor, the dragon ancestor observed her with curiosity.

Miranda opened her eyes and asked, "Have there been any movements from the hidden race members?"

The dragon ancestor frowned slightly before giving a small nod. "Yes, they've begun to stir. However, their actions remain within reasonable bounds—nothing significant yet. The oath they swore in the past prevents them from revealing themselves until the Fated One reaches them."

To prepare for the arrival of the Fated One, Amon Crimson and Luminus Troya had meticulously arranged everything.

One key measure was ensuring that all other races—aside from humans, demons, and dragons—remained concealed within their respective territories.

At that time, the leaders of the hidden races were bound by an oath never to reveal their existence to the world. That was why, for thousands of years, no trace of them had surfaced.

The hidden races were eager for Leon to enter their territory because, until he did, the oath would continue to bind them, preventing them from ever revealing themselves to the world.

"That's a relief. I was worried they might make a major move without us noticing," Miranda said, exhaling softly.

She then snapped her fingers, and in an instant, a golden staff adorned with seven radiant crystals materialized before them.

The moment the dragon ancestor laid eyes on it, his heart skipped a beat. A sense of dread, long buried for thousands of years, surged within him once more.

"Lady Miranda, this is…" He started to speak, but the words caught in his throat.

Miranda glanced at the staff, her expression grave. "Yes, those seven crystals are fragments of the Evil God's former weapon—the Divine Sword of Burning Sky."