My Love Debts Are Everywhere!-Chapter 605: Desire and Hatred

"Young Master—no, the Fated One... Who would've thought you could be this foolish..."

Leon's expression froze as he stared at her in disbelief.

"Melissa... How could you..." He gritted his teeth, about to say more, but the words were choked back by the blood rising in his throat.

He quickly covered his mouth with his left hand, trying to stifle the flow.

Seeing this, Melissa's smile only grew wider. She shed her innocent and cautious facade, revealing a wicked grin that was nothing short of terrifying.

"Fated One, you really are careless," she said playfully, stepping closer before crouching in front of him.

Her gaze locked onto Leon's, her chin resting on both palms.

"Did you know I was actually a spy stationed in this palace a hundred years ago?"

Leon's eyes widened. "A spy? What are you talking about?"

His stunned and confused expression made Melissa's body tremble slightly.

A tingling sensation surged through her lower body, and her cheeks flushed red.

"Ahn~ I really want to devour him right now," she whispered to herself, her breath coming in short, shaky gasps.

Ever since Leon had arrived at the Emerald Palace, she had been infatuated with him.

Each day, she fantasized about the two of them doing the kinds of things lovers would.

Unfortunately, that chance had been snatched away by that wretched woman—Zelda.

If not for her status as queen, how could that bitch have shared a bed with the Fated One?

Fortunately, Melissa had already planted the controlling poison in Zelda's body, which eventually forced her into conflict with Leon.

It hadn't drawn any resentment from him, but it was enough to put a strain on their relationship.

Resisting the desire surging within her, Melissa maintained her wicked smile as she gently reached out and caressed Leon's flawless face.

"Honestly, I'm too lazy to explain everything," she said in a teasing tone. "But since you've already fallen into my trap, there's no point in keeping it a secret anymore."

"Before you arrived, the Dark Elves—led by a mysterious man from the Twilight Temple—were already planning an attack on the Elven race and the World Tree. Your presence only managed to delay that plan."

Her pupils subtly morphed into heart shapes as she went on, her voice laced with amusement. "That's why they changed their strategy and ordered me to keep a close watch on your every move."

"Tomorrow, the gate to the Sacred Altar will open—and that's when they plan to strike. My mission was to break your bond with the Elf Queen and the Elven race. But unfortunately..."

Her smile dimmed. The hand that had been gently caressing Leon's cheek slipped down to his shoulder, tightening into a firm grip.

"That plan failed. Your bond remained intact—and that made you a threat to everything we've worked for. So I took the final step... I poisoned you."

A soft chuckle escaped her lips as she added, "What I didn't expect was how easily you fell for it, Fated One. You're even more foolish than I thought. But in the end, that doesn't matter..."

She leaned in, lips nearing his, preparing to kiss him.

But Leon shoved her back, his voice hoarse with fury.

"Don't come near me, damn it! Ahem!"

He coughed violently, clutching his chest. A sharp pain shot through his body, forcing a groan from his throat.

Seeing his rejection, Melissa's expression darkened. Hatred flickered in her eyes.

Suddenly—

*Whoosh!*

Her form began to shift. Her skin darkened to a deep brown, and her golden-yellow eyes turned pitch black with blazing red pupils.

Black symbols twisted and spread across her body like a dark curse. Her beige ponytail transformed into long, flowing waves of silvery white hair. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

Her figure changed as well—her curves became fuller, with larger breasts and widened hips.

Moments ago, Melissa radiated innocence and purity.

Now, she looked utterly seductive, a sly and wicked smile carved into her lips.

"You can't resist me, Fated One," she said with a cold chuckle, grabbing Leon's chin and lifting his face. "You're in my hands now—and you have no way out."

Although her orders were simply to monitor Leon and prevent him from interfering with tomorrow's attack, Melissa could no longer restrain herself.

Her rank in the hierarchy was low. If she handed Leon over later, she might lose her only chance to claim the Fated One for herself.

How could she possibly waste such a rare opportunity?

Even if she ended up getting scolded, she no longer cared.

Leon clenched his teeth and glared at her.

"Melissa, are you really going through with this? What you're doing is treason. If you turn back now, I'll ask Zelda to forgive you," he said coldly.

"Return? Hehehe..." Melissa laughed bitterly. "There's no going back for me, Fated One. Ever since I became a Dark Elf, I ceased to be part of the Elven race. We are two separate peoples now. Besides, the Dark Elves have long resented the rule of the Elven Queens—from the very first generation until now."

Her eyes burned with anger and pain.

"The first Elf Queen made a pact with the First Demon Emperor, Amon Crimson, to trap us within the Forest of Eternal Silence! Do you have any idea how we suffered?"

She panted, her left hand clenched into a tight fist.

"The outside world should be ours too! So why are we forbidden to leave? Why is the land only meant for humans, demons, and dragons? I, and the others, longed to see the open sky, feel the mountain wind, and witness the beauty beyond these trees. But because of that cursed First Queen, we lost our freedom, trapped in this wretched forest for thousands of years! I can't bear it!"

Leon fell silent, his expression tangled with conflicting emotions.

"As expected, locking us away only breeds more resentment," he murmured softly.

Ever since learning that the hidden races were forced to confine themselves to their territories by Demon Emperor Amon Crimson and Hero Luminus Troya, Leon had suspected there would be those who refused to accept it and held grudges.

After all, seven thousand years is an incredibly long time. For the Elven race, with an average lifespan exceeding five hundred years, it meant enduring torment—both physically and mentally.

Now he began to understand that the Dark Elves were not simply puppets of the Evil God's dark forces.

They were still individuals with free will—only their hidden thoughts and desires had been awakened by dark power, shaping who they had become.

Since Hero Luminus Troya and Demon Emperor Amon Crimson had done their part, it was now Leon's turn to help heal the wounds left by their legacy.

A faint smile curved his lips, and his eyes suddenly gleamed with a brilliant white light.

"Alright, let's end this farce!"