My Love Debts Are Everywhere!-Chapter 586: The First Elder and the Painting of Amon Crimson

"Enter... Fated One. I've been waiting for you..."

Leon froze, his hand just inches from knocking. Surprise flashed across his handsome face.

"How strange... How did she know I was coming? Was it the sound of my footsteps?" he wondered silently.

Still, considering the Elf woman was already seven thousand years old, she likely possessed countless methods and magics unknown to him.

Pushing the thought aside, he didn't bother with formalities. He simply turned the doorknob and stepped inside.

In an instant, the interior of the house came into full view. Yet, there was none of the luxury or splendor he had imagined.

It was just a spacious room, with a single bed tucked into the far right corner.

The living room area was wide, featuring a table and two large sofas at its center. Though they looked somewhat worn—perhaps from age—they were surprisingly clean and polished.

Paintings lined the walls, most of them depicting an extraordinarily beautiful elf woman.

One painting stood out: a white-haired man with a smile and piercing blood-red eyes.

He was strikingly handsome. Something about the man felt familiar, though Leon couldn't quite recall where he had seen him before.

To the left, a fireplace crackled gently, filled with small logs that warmed the air.

Just as Leon was immersed in his observation, the sound of footsteps came from the side, accompanied by a familiar hoarse voice.

"Why are you silent, Fated One? Is my house not cozy enough for you?"

Leon was slightly startled and immediately turned his head in the direction of the voice, only to see a hunched old woman walking with the help of a golden cane.

She was dressed in an elegant green robe, which seemed to contrast somewhat with her appearance.

Wrinkles covered her face but were unable to mask the unique aura she exuded.

Her eyes seemed to be half-closed, but Leon could still catch the sparkle of the golden-green pupils in them.

Snapping out of his reverie, Leon quickly stepped inside, cupped his hands together, and bowed respectfully.

"Leon Kruger greets the First Elder."

Despite her frail appearance, Leon couldn't forget one thing—this woman had lived for over seven thousand years.

More than that, she had witnessed the tides of history firsthand, unlike the dragon ancestor who had spent most of his years in slumber.

Leon's respect for the First Elder rose instantly—not out of fear or blind admiration, but from a sincere reverence deep within his heart.

"Hahaha..." The First Elder chuckled, nodding slowly. "Fated One, it's not right for you to bow to me."

Leon took a deep breath and shook his head lightly. "It's fine, First Elder. You're my senior, and your age far surpasses mine. Why wouldn't you deserve my respect?"

He was someone who valued respect for his elders—though that didn't mean he offered it freely.

Only those he deemed worthy truly earned it.

"Pfft! You're really humble, kid. Your attitude reminds me of that guy—just as stubborn," she said with a laugh.

"That guy?" Leon raised his head, confused.

The First Elder smiled meaningfully and turned her gaze to the painting of the white-haired man hanging near the sofa.

"Of course... the First Demon Emperor, Amon Crimson."

Leon's eyes widened as he looked back at the painting.

"Amon Crimson!? No wonder he felt familiar—it is him!" His heart pounded.

He had never seen Amon Crimson in person, but the man's facial features bore a resemblance to Liliana's. That was why the painting had felt oddly familiar at first glance.

This was the first time Leon had seen the man's face so clearly. He had to admit—the Demon Emperor was indeed handsome, though still a step below himself.

No wonder the World Tree Spirit had fallen for him, even bearing his child.

With a face like that, it was no surprise he could win over any woman's heart.

"Anyway, have a seat. I'll make some tea. I'm sure you have plenty of questions, don't you?"

The First Elder's words caught Leon slightly off guard. He gave a small nod and, without a word, walked over to the sofa and sat down.

The sofa was soft, though some parts showed signs of wear.

As he waited for the tea to be prepared, Leon resumed examining the room's interior, his attention drawn especially to the paintings on the walls.

Aside from the portrait of Amon Crimson, what drew his attention most was a painting of an extraordinarily beautiful Elf woman, positioned to the right of Amon's.

Her silver hair flowed like silk, framing a perfectly oval face.

Her eyes, a striking shade of gold-green, seemed to glow with life.

The gentle, natural smile on her lips was captivating—enough to leave anyone breathless.

Her figure was graceful and well-proportioned, with pronounced curves at her chest and hips, yet her waist remained slender—narrow enough to be held in one hand.

In short, she was one of the most beautiful women Leon had ever seen—rivaled only by Liliana, Athena, Arshley, Luna, and Zelda.

Yet for some reason, this woman's portrait held a charm unlike any other. It was hard to tear his gaze away.

"Is the painting pretty?"

The First Elder's voice rang out from ahead. Leon smiled awkwardly and scratched his cheek.

"Yes, it's beautiful, First Elder. Though I've seen many beautiful women, this is the first time I've felt so at ease looking at someone in a painting," Leon admitted honestly.

The First Elder smiled, placing two cups of freshly brewed tea on the table before settling into the sofa across from Leon.

"The woman in the painting... is me, from seven thousand years ago."

Leon's expression froze at her words. He stared at the First Elder in astonishment.

"That... is you?"

"Yes, it was me." The First Elder nodded slightly, her smile thin but laden with meaning. "I'm glad you find it beautiful. That means, even to you, I'm still charming, right?"

Leon fell silent, unsure how to respond. He felt deeply embarrassed, realizing he hadn't known that the woman in the painting was the First Elder in her youth.

The contrast was stark—the extraordinary beauty captured in the painting and the frail, aging figure before him now.

But, considering seven thousand years had passed, it was only natural that her appearance had changed.

"By the way..." Leon turned toward the painting of Amon Crimson, then hesitated before asking, "Why do you have a painting of Demon Emperor Amon Crimson? Did you and he...?"

Before Leon could finish, the First Elder smiled—a wistful smile full of memories—and gently interrupted.

"Yes, he and I were lovers... back then."