My Love Debts Are Everywhere!-Chapter 697: The Crown Prince of the Dwarven Race - Part 2

The Crown Prince’s name was Morgrim Thuldregan—the sole heir of the dwarves.

If fate had taken a different turn, he would have rightfully inherited the throne from his father.

But because of his actions, he lost both his status and power and ended up in this dark, miserable place.

Yet Leon didn’t look down on him—on the contrary, he respected him... perhaps even admired him.

When no one else dared to oppose the Dwarf King—now possessed by a cursed weapon—Morgrim was the only one brave enough to stand against his father.

Well... even if it ended like this.

Elina looked at Morgrim, a faint crease forming between her brows.

"His condition is critical. His body is covered in whip wounds, and each one looks life-threatening. His right eye is shattered, his nose is broken... If we leave him like this until tomorrow, he won’t survive," she said, her voice heavy with concern.

It was the first time she had ever seen someone in such a critical state. The fact that he was still alive today was nothing short of a miracle.

Had he been a human or an elf, he would have already succumbed to his injuries.

Leon’s expression darkened. He hadn’t imagined the Dwarf King could be so cruel to his own son.

The thought unsettled him: was the Dwarf King still the man he once was... or had he already died, replaced by something else entirely?

Otherwise, how could he be so merciless to his own flesh and blood?

Even if he was possessed, shouldn’t there be at least a shred of compassion left in his soul?

Taking a deep breath, Leon pushed those thoughts aside and turned to Elina.

"Can you heal the wounds?" he asked.

Elina pressed her lips together and shook her head gently. "No, Young Master. The injuries are too severe—even the most powerful healing magic might not be enough to fully restore him."

"Only ancient magic... or perhaps even forbidden spells could save his life."

Leon didn’t blame her. He simply gave a small nod, then stepped forward until he stood directly in front of Morgrim.

As if sensing his presence, Morgrim slowly opened his left eye—clouded with sorrow and despair.

"Who... are you?" he whispered. "Did you... come to kill me?"

Leon didn’t respond right away. He only smiled faintly and reached out, gently touching Morgrim’s face.

"Relax. I didn’t come to kill you... I came to save you."

As those words left his mouth, Leon closed his eyes. From his forehead, a blue crystal ball slowly emerged, floating gently above his head.

It radiated a calm, soothing light—the Crystal Ball of Life, one of the six sacred artifacts of the Spirit race.

Since the day it accepted Leon as its master, he had never once used it.

He didn’t fully understand the extent of its power.

But when he remembered the mix of awe and envy on the Dragon Ancestor’s face back then, Leon felt sure—the Crystal Ball was something truly powerful.

*Buzz!*

The crystal ball flared with a brilliant blue light. At the same moment, that radiant energy flowed into Leon’s hand, then surged toward Morgrim.

Bathed in the radiant glow, Morgrim’s body began to shimmer. Miraculously, his wounds closed one by one, healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But it wasn’t just his injuries—his hair, once streaked with gray, gradually darkened, returning to a deep, vibrant brown.

Even his right eye, once blind, was now fully restored. The transformation happened so quickly that Leon and Elina stood frozen in awe.

"Amazing... What is that crystal ball?" Elina whispered, staring in disbelief.

In all her life, she had never witnessed healing of this speed—not even with ancient or forbidden magic. freewebnøvel_com

It was nothing short of a miracle.

Moments later, the light from the Crystal Ball of Life began to fade.

It slowly returned to its original form before shooting back into Leon’s forehead and vanishing from sight.

Leon gently withdrew his hand from Morgrim’s face, then broke the chains that bound his wrists.

*Thud!*

Morgrim collapsed forward, gasping for breath.

"Can you hear me?" Leon asked calmly, reaching out.

Morgrim remained still for a moment, dazed—until his senses gradually returned.

He blinked, then slowly raised his hand to meet Leon’s, his gaze filled with confusion, caution... and gratitude.

"Who are you? Why did you help me? What do you want? And... how do you possess such powerful healing?"

Question after question spilled from his lips as he took Leon’s hand and rose to his feet.

Leon gently pulled his hand back and offered a faint smile. Then he glanced at Elina, who instantly understood.

With a snap of her fingers, their disguises dissolved.

The two short, rough-faced dwarves were gone—replaced by a human and an elf.

"A human?" Morgrim’s eyes widened. He then turned to Elina and froze again in disbelief. "And you’re... an elf? How is that possible? Isn’t the elven race confined to the Forest of Eternal Silence?"

His mouth fell open as a chilling thought crossed his mind. "A human... Could it be that you are... the Fated One?"

Leon blinked in surprise, then smiled. He let out a quiet chuckle and said, "Yes, I’m the Fated One. How did you figure it out?"

He hadn’t expected Morgrim to catch on so quickly—or so accurately. It was surprising... but also convenient.

After all, introductions could be such a bother—and frankly, Leon wasn’t in the mood for one.

Morgrim stood frozen, still struggling to process the truth—that the man before him was truly the Fated One.

But after a few moments, he suddenly dropped to his knees, bowing low until his forehead touched the filthy prison floor. He didn’t care.

"Welcome, Fated One! I, Morgrim, welcome you to our land. Forgive me for not being able to offer a proper reception... and thank you for saving my life!"

He lowered his head again and again, pressing his forehead to the ground until fresh blood began to drip from the wound.

Leon and Elina were stunned. Leon quickly stepped forward and helped Morgrim up, stopping him before he could injure himself further.

"Please, don’t do that, Prince Morgrim," Leon said firmly. "Just be at ease with me. I don’t like seeing people hurt themselves or offering excessive reverence."

Morgrim looked up, stunned, staring at Leon as if seeing him in a new light.

He had assumed the Fated One would be arrogant and proud.

But as it turned out, Morgrim’s assumptions were completely wrong—the man before him was easygoing, approachable, and didn’t care much for honorifics or reverence.

"Anyway, let’s move on to something more important," Leon said, shifting the conversation. "My name is Leon Kruger—you can just call me Leon. And this elf girl here is Elina, my companion on this journey."

"We arrived in Valgrund City just yesterday, but we’ve already heard quite a bit about what’s going on. They say your father, the King, was possessed by a cursed weapon of his own making. Is that true?"

The moment the topic came up, Morgrim’s expression darkened. His face clouded with sorrow.

"What the dwarves say is true, Fated One," Morgrim replied, tears beginning to well at the corners of his eyes. He wiped them away with the back of his hand and continued, his voice heavy with grief, "But... there’s one grave error in the rumors. My father wasn’t possessed. He’s dead."

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