My Love Debts Are Everywhere!-Chapter 706: Revoking the Oath of the Dwarven Race

Outside the cave, Morgrim and Elina sat cross-legged with a spread of food laid out before them.

To stave off boredom, Morgrim had asked one of the soldiers to bring food from the palace.

Had this been in the past, the soldier likely would have refused outright—and might even have thrown Morgrim back into prison.

But after the lesson he received from Leon, the soldier had no choice but to obey.

Moreover, upon seeing the black token in Elina’s hand, his fear only deepened. He didn’t dare argue with Morgrim in the slightest.

Morgrim bit into the mountain goat’s leg, savoring it with a satisfied expression.

But then, he noticed something strange—Elina hadn’t touched her food at all.

This puzzled him, sparking both confusion and concern.

Still chewing, he asked gently, "Lady Elina, why aren’t you eating? Is the food not to your liking? If so, I can have the soldier bring something else."

Elina shook her head softly. "Thank you for your concern, Prince Morgrim. But I’m not hungry right now. I’m just worried about Young Master Leon."

Nearly an hour had passed since Leon entered the cave, and there was still no sign of his return.

Naturally, that made her anxious. Since the beginning of their journey, this was the first time they had been apart.

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Morgrim fell silent. Truth be told, he was also starting to feel uneasy. He feared that Leon might actually encounter the monster from the legend—and become its next victim.

If that happened, wouldn’t the entire world be in danger?

After all, Leon was believed to be the only one capable of defeating the Evil God—an ancient being recorded in history and prophesied to reappear in the future.

Silence fell over them. Morgrim wanted to comfort Elina, but he wasn’t the kind of man who knew how to deal with women—let alone offer words of consolation.

Suddenly, the black token in Elina’s hand began to glow with a bright red light.

Moments later, a heavy, panting voice echoed from within the token.

"Elina, can you hear me?"

The two of them jolted in surprise and looked at each other, their faces lighting up with relief and joy.

"I’m here, Young Master!" Elina answered excitedly. "Where are you? Why haven’t you come back yet? I was so worried! Wuuu!"

Tears welled up in her eyes as she spoke.

"I’m fine. But the situation is out of control. That monster from Dwarven legend... it’s real. And now—I’m facing it!"

Elina’s tears stopped instantly. Her face froze in fear.

Across from her, Morgrim looked equally stunned. Deep down, he had always questioned whether the monster was real or merely a myth.

Yet the deaths of the soldiers sent to investigate the crater’s depths had already hinted at something horrifying.

And more than that—the death of his father, along with the appearance of an unknown creature disguised as him, only deepened the dark mystery surrounding the crater floor.

Now, with Leon confirming the monster’s existence, Morgrim’s heart pounded even harder.

"Is Morgrim with you, Elina?" Leon asked, his voice tight and breathless.

Morgrim snapped out of his daze and quickly stepped forward.

"I’m here, Fated One!" he replied without hesitation.

"Good!" Leon’s voice carried both relief and urgency. "Morgrim, get out of Mount Durnhak—now! Evacuate every dwarf in Valgrun City! Elina, help him! Just move! The mountain is going to erupt! If you stay, you’ll all die!"

For a moment, both of them stood frozen, fear creeping up their spines.

Then, without a word, they bolted to their feet.

Then reality hit Morgrim—his brows furrowed deeply as the truth sank in. The Dwarven race couldn’t leave Mount Durnhak.

"Fated One, I will follow your command," Morgrim said softly, his voice heavy with shame and sorrow. "But... our race is bound to this mountain. We cannot leave."

Elina gasped, then quickly grasped the truth. Like the elves, the dwarves were bound to their ancestral land—unable to leave without Leon’s permission.

"Don’t worry. I’ve already prepared for that," Leon said, his voice steady and firm. Then he gave the order, "Elina, raise the token as high as you can."

Even if she didn’t fully understand, Elina trusted him—and obeyed without hesitation.

Before their eyes, the black token burst to life, its red light shining brighter than ever.

A moment later, Leon’s voice—no longer strained, but powerful and regal—echoed from within.

"I, the Fated One, now stand upon the territory of the Dwarven race... and hereby lift the oath that has bound them for seven thousand years!"

Those words rang out—not just to Elina and Morgrim—but to every dwarf on Mount Durnhak.

Across the mountain, dwarves froze in place, their expressions blank with shock.

Some broke into panic as the weight of the moment crashed over them, and fear began to spread like wildfire.

*Boom!*

The once-clear sky darkened in an instant. Black clouds rolled in from all directions, converging above Mount Durnhak.

Flashes of multicolored lightning tore across the heavens with deafening roars, throwing the dwarves into deeper panic.

"What’s happening? Is this a natural disaster?"

"I don’t know! But it sure looks like it!"

"Run! Save yourselves!"

Chaos erupted. The dwarves scattered in all directions.

Some dashed into homes, inns, restaurants—even warehouses and underground cellars—in search of shelter.

*Boom!*

Lightning bolts rained down from the sky, shattering the glass that once welcomed sunlight. They pierced deep into the mountain, striking the dwarves without mercy.

Even those who had taken shelter weren’t spared—the lightning seemed alive, guided by a will of its own, hunting and striking relentlessly.

One by one, dwarves collapsed, their bodies steaming, the air thick with the acrid stench of burning flesh.

The once-bustling city of Valgrun had fallen silent, its lively streets now littered with unconscious bodies sprawled in every direction.

Morgrim wasn’t spared from the lightning. His body lay motionless on the ground, black smoke slowly rising from him.

Elina panicked, her face turning deathly pale.

"Young Master! What happened to Morgrim? Why was he struck by lightning like that?" She cried out, her voice trembling, eyes wide and glassy—on the verge of tears.

When Leon lifted the curse on the Elven race, Elina hadn’t been outside—she had been confined to her room at the time.

As a result, she had no idea what the process looked like.

And since she wasn’t bound by the ancient oath herself, she hadn’t experienced the lightning strikes that had hit the other elves.

"Don’t worry. Morgrim and the other dwarves will wake up soon," Leon said calmly. "Your task now is to help Morgrim coordinate the evacuation. Get everyone off this mountain—immediately. If they resist, use the token to pressure them."

"I-I understand, Young Master! Leave it to me!" Elina replied, forcing herself to stay steady despite the trembling in her voice.

"Good. I’m counting on you, Elina..."

With that, the communication was cut off.

What Elina didn’t realize... was that those were the last words she would ever hear from Leon.

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