"Can you explain everything to now?"
In a small tavern not far from the one they had previously visited, Liliana sat on a chair, crossing her sexy, plump legs and staring at Leon indifferently, her chin propped up by her right palm.
Feeling Liliana's intense gaze from across the table, Leon sighed softly, calmly placed his coffee cup on the saucer, and looked at her with a gentle gaze.
"Before I answer your question, Liliana, do you trust ?" Leon asked in a calm, nonchalant tone.
Upon hearing the unexpected question, Liliana's indifferent expression instantly beca rigid.
After a mont, she let out a small sigh, her expression gradually softening.
"If you ask such a question, how could I possibly say no?" Liliana pouted, looking at Leon with an annoyed gaze.
Leon's question broke through her defenses like a stone shattering glass, making it impossible for her to remain upset with him.
Her trust in Leon was imnse; she dared to believe that no one in the world trusted him as much as she did.
However, in certain situations—such as the thought of Leon being with another woman—her anger and obsession would take over, clouding her mind and preventing her from thinking clearly.
Leon chuckled softly at Liliana, who no longer wore her cold, indifferent expression. Unable to resist, he reached out and affectionately pinched her cheek.
"I knew that asking you a question like that would help you regain your composure and release the anger that was consuming you," Leon explained gently.
When dealing with soone, especially won controlled by anger, sotis what is said is difficult for them to process and accept.
This is understandable, as won often rely more on feelings than logic, and Liliana, despite her exalted status as the Demon Emperor, was no exception.
Therefore, Leon chose not to rush into explaining everything to her, opting instead to first calm her emotions.
Gently rubbing her cheek, Leon maintained a smile as he asked, "Do you feel calr now?"
Liliana closed her eyes, relishing Leon's gentle caress, which brought her a deep sense of comfort.
"I do feel better already," she replied lightly, opening her eyes slowly to et his gaze with warmth, a stark contrast to her earlier cold deanor.
"Good," Leon praised softly, withdrawing his hand from Liliana's cheek and returning to sip his coffee.
Later, he set down his cup and regarded Liliana calmly from across the table.
"As for that little girl's identity, Liliana, there's really no need to worry. As I've ntioned before, she isn't my biological daughter from another woman. It's all just a misunderstanding," Leon explained, shaking his head.
Listening to his explanation, Liliana nodded slightly, taking a sip of her coffee before asking curiously, "If that's the case, why did Fiona claim she was your daughter and you nad her?"
Leon's lips twitched at her question, reminding him of the slly little girl who nearly led him to et King Hades.
With a slight chuckle, Leon shrugged. "That was simply a result of her misunderstanding. It wasn't like that because..."
Afterward, Leon recounted in detail the events of his initial encounter with Stella on the street: how she had stolen his pouch, how he had rescued her from two burly demons in a narrow alley, and all that ensued, including his decision to give her a na.
He also touched on Miranda's observations about Stella's peculiarities, which influenced his decision to bring her to live with him for both protection and close supervision.
Of course, Leon omitted so details, particularly how he had persuaded Stella to co with him—a process he found a bit morally ambiguous and too embarrassing to fully explain.
"Hah~ I've really changed a lot," Leon whispered to himself with a sad expression.
In the past, he wouldn't have hesitated to lie and resort to deceitful thods like those he used on Stella.
However, ever since discovering he had triplet daughters with Liliana, his shalessness has gradually dissipated, leaving him prone to feelings of guilt over deceit.
anwhile, Liliana sat across from him, listening attentively while sipping her coffee without interruption.
After a few minutes, Leon ceased his explanation, and only then did Liliana speak up.
"So, she's a little girl you t on the street by chance, and you sensed she might not be ordinary. Is that why you want to bring her to live with us?" Liliana asked calmly, looking directly at Leon.
Nodding slightly, Leon took a sip of his coffee to moisten his slightly dry throat and replied lightly, "Yes, that's essentially it."
Placing his cup on the saucer, he looked directly at Liliana and continued, "Honestly, I wasn't ready to make a decision so soon. I felt it was sothing we should discuss first. But Miranda's earlier words about Stella emitting both chaos and holy power really unsettled ."
Leon was thoroughly perplexed by the situation, finding himself caught in a dilemma. He was certain he hadn't consciously tapped into or unleashed the chaos power while healing Stella earlier.
Furthermore, whenever he needed to tap into the power of chaos, it required a transformation that completely altered his appearance—a step he hadn't taken at that ti.
This deepened Leon's conviction that Miranda's speculations held truth, leaving him sowhat fearful to contemplate further.
Listening to Leon's words, Liliana remained silent as she sipped her coffee, making Leon feel a bit uneasy.
He couldn't tell if Liliana's silence stemd from anger over his decision not to consult her.
If Liliana were genuinely upset and disagreed with his decision, he might choose not to bring Stella to the palace but to find a house for her to live in instead. He had made a promise to Stella and was committed to keeping it.
As Leon's unease and anxiety grew while waiting for Liliana's reaction, she suddenly smiled slightly and looked at him with a gentle, calm gaze.
"If you decide that way, I don't mind at all," she said lightly.
Upon hearing this, the anxious expression on Leon's face quickly vanished, replaced by happiness.
"Really? Are you serious? You're not upset with for deciding this without consulting you?" Leon's excitent gradually turned to hesitation.
Initially, he had feared that Liliana might be upset, but her swift agreent surprised him.
Liliana took a sip of her coffee, her expression remaining calm, and replied, "Of course I'm serious, Leon. I'm not upset with you for deciding this without consulting . So, you don't have to worry at all."
For a matter like this, which she deed insignificant, it was impossible for her to be upset at Leon.
Additionally, she didn't dislike the little girl; she appeared to be a shy and kind-hearted child.
Furthermore, seeing how much Fiona liked the little girl made her even more accepting of Leon's decision.
Placing her cup on the saucer and resting her chin on her palm, Liliana's expression softened as she continued, "However, I hope that in the future you'll discuss such matters with before deciding. After all, I am your woman."
After saying that, a blush spread across her sullen face, reaching the base of her earlobes.
Seeing this, Leon couldn't help but laugh and gently caress her charming face.
"Thank you for understanding, Liliana. You don't need to worry because, from now on, I'll always discuss everything with you first," Leon reassured her in a soothing tone. He continued with a playful smile, "After all, you are my woman, aren't you?"
The two exchanged glances for a few monts before breaking into smiles and laughter.
"Yes, you're right," Liliana chuckled, casting an affectionate gaze at Leon.
Regardless of their past status, she was now Leon's woman, and the thought made her very happy.
"By the way, Leon, there's sothing I'd like to ask you about," Liliana continued, her smile still lingering.
"Please go ahead," Leon replied, looking at Liliana with curiosity and nodding slightly.
Liliana paused, a smile lingering on her lips, before finally asking, "The Miranda you ntioned earlier in your explanation—is she the mysterious figure who serves as both the sword spirit and the one who revealed the 7,000-year truth?"
Leon was taken aback by the question but nodded in response.
"Yes, that's correct," he replied briefly, taking a sip of his coffee.
"Then, is she a woman?" Liliana inquired once more.
"Yes, she's a wom—" Leon's sentence abruptly halted as his eyes widened, a sudden realization striking him.
Glancing at Liliana, he noticed that she was still smiling at him, but her smile seed slightly creepy.
"Ahem! Miranda is indeed a woman, and I forgot to ntion that," Leon explained, coughing slightly while trying to appear nonchalant.
"You forgot, huh?" Liliana narrowed her eyes, causing Leon to nervously swallow.
He wished he could slap himself three minutes ago for being so careless.
During his explanation to Liliana about the events from 7,000 years ago, he had omitted Miranda's gender. Now that Liliana knew, she wouldn't let him off without further questions!
Leon quickly racked his brain for a way out before Liliana could ask more questions.
Suddenly, an idea sparked in his mind, causing a lopsided smile to bloom at the corners of his lips.
"Ahem, my dear Liliana. I'm quite curious—why were you out with Charlotte and Iris? Shouldn't you be busy monitoring the ongoing war in the Desert of Chaos?" Leon swiftly changed the subject, maintaining his composure.
Observing Leon's abrupt change of topic, Liliana raised one eyebrow, a aningful smile playing on her lips.
Crossing her arms in front of her huge chest, Liliana replied, "The war is currently in a favorable state, so I don't need to monitor it closely."
Leon raised an eyebrow at her response and pressed further: "Favorable? What do you an?"
Leaning back in her chair, Liliana answered with a faint smile, "It ans we're in a winning position."
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