My Love Debts Are Everywhere!-Chapter 560: Talking to the Elf Queen - Part 2

Her voice was so soft that Leon felt a shiver run all the way down to his bones.

"Is this the voice of the Elf Queen? It's beautiful," he praised inwardly.

Quickly regaining his composure, he replied, "Yes, it's me—the Elf Queen. It's a pleasure to meet you."

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The Elf Queen's body trembled slightly, the excitement on her face barely concealed.

Though she wasn't yet fully convinced that he was the Fated One, that deep, authoritative yet gentle voice had already left a favorable impression on her heart.

"Fated One, are you truly the one Elina spoke of?" She asked with hopeful eyes.

Leon glanced at Elina, who was giggling, clearly amused by her sister's shyness and excitement.

He shook his head softly, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Yes, I am the Fated One. If you don't believe me, I can prove it."

The Elf Queen looked mildly surprised and asked with doubt, "Prove it? How?"

They were separated by a great distance, communicating only through a pentagon-shaped crystal that served as their link.

So how could he possibly prove it?

But Leon remained calm and said, "Of course there's a way. Do you know the history from seven thousand years ago—the resistance of the races against the Evil God?"

Given her position as the Elf Queen, Leon was certain she knew of the great war that took place seven millennia ago. After all, the Elven race lived far longer than humans or demons.

When it came to history, they were unmatched.

The Elf Queen was stunned—she hadn't expected Leon to use that as proof of his identity.

"Although it sounds convincing, isn't the history of the war seven thousand years ago quite well known among your kind?" she asked, her doubt evident.

She didn't accept his claim right away and decided to press further.

Leon chuckled softly as he sipped his tea. "No, you're mistaken. In truth, almost no one knows the real history—except for me, the current Demon Emperor, and the leaders of mankind. That history was erased from this world by Amon Crimson, the Demon Emperor, and Luminus Troya, the Hero."

"Erased?" The Elf Queen's eyes widened. "How could that be? Why would two legendary figures erase the history of a war fought against the Evil God?"

She knew those names—Amon Crimson and Luminus Troya.

They were recorded in the ancient manuscripts of the Elven race, praised and revered as heroes of the war that took place seven thousand years ago.

When she had read about them long ago, she had even marveled at their feats and wondered what they might have looked like.

And now, Leon was claiming that the very figures she had admired were the ones who buried that history. It was shocking—almost too much to believe.

"Well..." Leon scratched his left cheek. "There are many reasons behind it all. But one thing's certain—they did it for the good of all of us. That much, I can guarantee."

The Elf Queen sensed the sincerity in his voice and, in the end, chose to trust him completely.

"Forgive my earlier impoliteness, Fated One. I hope you don't take offense," she said, her tone now far more respectful.

Leon let out a small sigh. "Could you not speak so formally with me? Honestly, I'm not comfortable with it. It feels like there's a wall between us, like we're superior and subordinate. But you're the Elf Queen—the supreme leader of your people."

The Elf Queen, who had been sitting upright, was taken aback by his words.

She hadn't expected Leon to say something like that. She had assumed a respectful tone would please him, but it turned out to be the opposite.

Without realizing it, a wide smile spread across her lips.

"The Fated One is not at all like I imagined," she whispered, her eyes glowing with warmth.

Given Leon's lofty status, she had expected him to be cold and arrogant.

Yet his words and demeanor proved otherwise—and with each passing moment, she found herself liking him more.

"Very well, if that's what you prefer. But... what should I call you?"

Leon rubbed his chin, lost in thought for a moment. After a while, he spoke up. "My name's Leon Kruger. Just call me Leon. It's simpler that way."

"Isn't calling you by your name a bit too... informal?" The Elf Queen voiced her hesitation.

"Relax," Leon replied, his tone serious. "Even the Demon Emperor and the Saint of Holy Orthodoxy call me by name. It's better than all that formality."

In contrast to Elina, the Elf Queen held the highest authority among the Elven race, her status rivaling that of Liliana and Arshley.

Calling each other by name would make their discussions more natural, especially with the important matters that lay ahead.

Since Leon had said it was fine, the Elf Queen had no reason to refuse.

"Alright... Umm... Leon," she said, her voice hesitant at first, then softening with a hint of shyness.

Elina, who had been listening to their conversation, could only roll her eyes.

"What is that sister of mine doing? Why is she acting all shy, like some girl who just fell in love? Did she forget she's already three hundred years old?" She muttered, her voice laced with annoyance and mild sarcasm.

Fortunately, her words were spoken only in her mind. If her sister had heard them, Elina would've had a painful lesson to learn when they returned.

The conversation between Leon and the Elf Queen continued.

At first, the queen still felt a little awkward and shy, but over time, she began to relax. Her tone, once formal and cautious, slowly grew warmer and more natural.

"When do you and Elina expect to arrive, Leon?" She asked with a gentle smile, her legs swaying slightly.

Leon turned to the window, his gaze drifting to the road winding through the dense forest.

"I'm not sure," he replied calmly, "but based on my estimate, we'll get there in about seven to ten days."

Three hours had passed since their carriage had departed from Morvhal. The distance to Lysoria was around 990 kilometers, and a journey by horse-drawn carriage typically took about seven to eight days.

Of course, that was only if the carriage carried two people like it did now. If it were packed with ten, the trip would take far longer.

That's why Leon had chosen to rent a private carriage—not only to travel faster but also because he disliked being around strangers during long trips.

"Seven to ten days, huh? Alright, I understand. Don't worry—I'll have the Forest of Eternal Silence's guards ready to welcome you," the Elf Queen said confidently.

"Good!" Leon nodded in satisfaction.

They chatted lightly for a while longer before deciding to end the conversation.

"Then take care on the road, Leon," the Elf Queen said gently.

"Thanks for the reminder, Elf Queen—uh, I mean, Zelda."

With a smile, Leon handed the communication tool to Elina.

"Your sister's very kind," he said with a soft chuckle.

Elina rolled her eyes as she took the device.

"Kind? Hmph! Young Master, you don't know her like I do. She's the most annoying woman I've ever met," she grumbled, her brow furrowed.

"Oh? Is that really how you see me, Elina?"

A cold, irritated voice suddenly rang out from the still-active communication tool.

Elina: "…"