My Love Debts Are Everywhere!-Chapter 583: The Last Piece of the Key to the Sacred Altar

The night passed quickly, giving way to a slowly brightening morning.

Sunlight streamed through the windows and spilled into Leon's room.

On the bed, Leon was fast asleep—until something heavy suddenly landed on him, causing his brow to twitch slightly.

"Uhmm..." he groaned softly, shifting his body to the left.

Strangely, the object pressed against his chest again—this time clamping down tightly, leaving him unable to move.

Annoyed by the persistent disturbance, Leon's eyelids slowly fluttered open.

"Damn... Who's messing with me? Fiona again? That smelly girl is always clinging to me and pressing her tiny body against my chest," he grumbled in a hoarse voice.

He rubbed his eyes with his right hand as he gradually came to his senses.

But the moment he looked down at his chest, his drowsiness vanished—replaced by sheer panic.

"What!? This isn't Fiona... it's Zelda!?" His mouth dropped open in shock.

Zelda, who had been sleeping peacefully on his right side, had somehow crossed the boundary he'd carefully set the night before.

Now, her body was clinging to his chest, her right arm wrapped tightly around him.

Her soft face was nuzzled against his neck, and her large breasts were squished against his stomach.

From that angle, Leon couldn't help but notice her breathtaking cleavage.

*Gulp!*

Leon swallowed hard, feeling a wave of anxiety. If Zelda woke up and realized the position she was in, she'd be mortified.

He forced himself to stay calm and slowly began trying to pull away from her.

But suddenly...

"Umm..." Zelda let out a low groan, rubbing her head against his chest.

Moments later, her eyelids began to twitch before finally fluttering open.

Her emerald green eyes locked with Leon's golden ones. The two stared at each other in awkward silence.

"Ahem. Zelda, can... can you move? I... I can't breathe," Leon said, finally breaking the silence.

Zelda froze. She looked down—and realized she was hugging Leon tightly.

"Kyaa!"

***

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!"

Zelda stood beside the bed, head bowed, her face burning red like a ripe apple, with what seemed like faint white steam puffing from her head.

"What is wrong with me?! How could I do something like that? So careless!" She scolded herself, her voice full of frustration and embarrassment.

She had no idea her body had moved so freely in her sleep—and ended up hugging Leon.

A storm of emotions—shame, anger, and confusion—swirled inside her, leaving her completely flustered.

She didn't even have the courage to look Leon in the eyes.

Meanwhile, Leon sat at the edge of the bed, watching her with a helpless expression.

"Never mind, don't bow like that. Didn't I tell you? You're the Elf Queen—it's not proper for you to lower your head, even in front of me," Leon said gently, trying to calm her down.

"But..." Zelda bit her lower lip, wanting to speak, but the words wouldn't come.

She felt terrible for accidentally touching Leon in such an inappropriate way.

Who says only women can be harassed? Men can experience it too. That's why guilt gnawed at her, and a part of her even feared Leon might be angry.

"Don't worry, I'm not mad. Let's just forget it ever happened," Leon said with a serious expression, his brows slightly furrowed.

He truly didn't mind. They had shared the same bed, and something like that could happen unintentionally.

After all, he was the one who had asked her to stay there. If anyone was to blame, it was him—not Zelda.

Since Leon had said that, Zelda didn't argue. She simply nodded.

"Then, I'll return to my room," she said with a quiet sigh. "Come to the throne room later. I'll introduce you to the Elven elders."

Leon gave a small nod. But just as she turned to leave, something crossed his mind.

"By the way, Zelda," he called out. "There's something I've been meaning to ask... Is the World Tree not in good condition?"

The question made Zelda pause. Instead of answering right away, she turned to him with a suspicious look.

"How do you know that? Did Elina tell you?"

The state of the World Tree was a closely guarded secret, known only to a few elves.

Zelda had confided in Elina, so naturally, she suspected that the "smelly" girl had leaked the information.

"No, it wasn't Elina," Leon said, shaking his head lightly. "Actually, when I first arrived in Elven territory, I was summoned to a special dimension. There, I met the consciousness of the World Tree Spirit."

Of course, he couldn't tell Zelda that he had actually learned the truth from Miranda—that would only lead to a string of troublesome questions.

"You encountered the World Tree Spirit's consciousness?" Zelda's eyes widened, her entire body stiffening in disbelief.

"Yeah," Leon nodded, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small blue stone. "I don't know exactly what it does, but she gave me this. She said it's the key to meeting her in person."

Zelda stepped closer, peering intently at the stone.

Then, all at once, a radiant smile spread across her face.

"This is a fragment of the key to the Altar!"

"A fragment of the key to the Altar?" He looked so confused, it felt like question marks were floating over his head.

"Mm-hm!" Zelda nodded eagerly, then asked for permission to hold the stone.

Once he nodded, she gently took the stone and began her explanation: "In the past, we—the Elven race—could communicate with the World Tree Spirit through the Sacred Altar. But when the Evil God attacked, the World Tree's source of vitality was damaged. The lingering dark power from that deity began to seep in, slowly corrupting it from within. As a result, the Sacred Altar was also damaged, and we lost the ability to connect with the Spirit."

"The key to the altar was destroyed and shattered into eight fragments. Over the centuries, we've recovered seven of them, but the final piece remained lost for thousands of years."

"Originally, I had planned to tell you about all this a week after your arrival. But I never expected you to connect directly with the World Tree Spirit's consciousness—let alone receive the final piece of the key. This is truly a blessing for our race. Thank you, Leon!"

She looked up at him with sparkling, grateful eyes. No one understood better than Zelda how much hardship this problem had brought to her and the queens before her.

For thousands of years, this issue had burdened the Elf Queens, each generation entrusted with the impossible task of locating the final key fragment.

And now, it had finally been found—granted directly by the Spirit's consciousness itself.

Leon's arrival was nothing short of a miracle for their people.

As he listened, Leon's eyes widened slightly. He hadn't expected the situation to be this serious.

But after a moment, he regained his composure and gave a faint smile.

"You're welcome..."