My Love Debts Are Everywhere!

Chapter 34: The First Daughter of the Triplets, Charlotte Crimson

"Is the library here?" Leon stopped at a large door and muttered curiously.

Having already wandered a the palace for an hour, he had familiarized himself with most of its layout.

Of course, this was also thanks to the guidance of some of the maids in the palace.

Yes, there were maids here, and they emerged at certain hours to clean the palace.

Coincidtally, wh he got lost in the palace while seeking directions to the gard yesterday, all the maids had already completed their work, and he couldn't counter any of them.

"Wasn't I unlucky yesterday to avoid countering a single maid?" Leon complained in annoyance, feeling that his luck had be consisttly bad lately.

Th he turned his atttion back to the large door in front of him and promptly grasped the knob.

Clack

With a gtle push, the door swung op, revealing the library beyond, much to his utter amazemt.

"Damn! It's ormous!" Leon exclaimed, his eyes widing in astonishmt.

The room was vast, with numerous bookshelves neatly lining its interior.

In fact, it was so large that there were two more floors above, each filled with what appeared to be countless bookshelves.

Without hesitation, Leon stepped into the library, his curiosity piqued as he surveyed his surings.

All the books were neatly arranged, with markers indicating the categories on each shelf.

"This library is truly a treasure..." Leon couldn't contain his excitemt.

Now recalling that this was the library of the Demon Palace, he realized it likely held a wealth of information regarding the 7,000-year history of the Demon Race!

The value of this library was likely not inferior to that of the previous Hall of Glory!

As the old saying goes, "Books are the windows to the world." Wouldn't it be a waste if he only sought out books on poison?

Leon chuckled to himself and vtured further into the library.

Perhaps, within this library, lay ancit s recounting the history of the first three gerations of heroes and the Demon Emperor Amon Crimson, a thought that filled him with eager anticipation.

However, as he walked further, his steps suddly halted wh his gaze fell upon a reading table in the cter of the room, where a little girl sat quietly grossed in her book.

Observing the little girl, Leon blinked curiously and fixed his gaze on her face, instantly filled with astonishmt.

"Ha? Fiona? How is that possible?" Leon exclaimed in disbelief, rubbing his eyes as he beheld Fiona reading a book there!

Yet, how could that little girl, who was likely still peacefully sleeping in her room, suddly be here in the library?

"Wait a minute! Is it possible that this little girl..." Leon's eyes wided, and he quickly scrutinized the features of that little girl.

She bore a striking resemblance to Fiona, with a face that mirrored hers in every detail, as if they were both crafted from the same mold.

Not only her face, but ev her hair and two gold eyes bore a striking similarity to Fiona's!

However, there was one discernible differce betwe this little girl and Fiona: the lgth of her hair, which surpassed Fiona's.

Moreover, her bun hairstyle, which appeared more mature compared to Fiona's, further distinguished the two.

It was evidt that this girl was his other daughter!

"Is this little girl Charlotte or Iris?" Leon pondered deeply.

Having never met either of them, he was uncertain whether this girl was Charlotte or Iris.

Furthermore, if he called her by the wrong name, wouldn't it be incredibly embarrassing?

Just as he was lost in contemplation, suddly, his conversation with Lyra about the two came flooding back to his mind, causing his eyes to light up.

"That's right! Charlotte is a little girl who appears mature and calm; meanwhile, Iris is a cold little girl like Liliana," he muttered, recalling his conversation with Lyra.

Turning his gaze back to the little girl, he noticed her sere demeanor, which stood out compared to other childr her age.

Moreover, there was a mature aura emanating from her, unmistakably indicating that this little girl was Charlotte, the eldest of his triplet daughters.

"Tsk! Tsk! Tsk! I never expected that my visit to this library would lead me to counter my first daughter, who seems to have be avoiding me. Isn't this what fate is all about?" Leon chuckled, his steps calm, as he approached Charlotte, who was grossed in her book.

Meanwhile, Charlotte, grossed in her book, couldn't conceal the daze on her small face.

The conversation with her mother, still fresh in her mind, caused the typically wise girl to fall into a state of indecision.

"Is it okay to avoid him like this?" Charlotte asked in a low voice, her feeling of indecision causing considerable discomfort.

The sudd presce of their father, a stranger to her and her two younger sisters, intruded upon their world, leaving Charlotte unsure of how to navigate the situation.

It would be a lie to say that she was unhappy with the arrival of the father figure she had longed for since childhood.

However, it would also be a lie to dy that she didn't harbor restmt towards the father figure, who had be abst from her life since she was a baby.

This precocious wisdom and thoughtful nature rdered her unable to freely express her emotions, which at times felt like a curse.

"Sigh... I'm so vious of Fiona, who can bond so easily with him..." Charlotte murmured softly, her chubby cheeks puffing out slightly in a pout.

Of course, she had already observed the figure of the 'father', who was indeed remarkably handsome and charming.

His youthful and extraordinarily handsome face, complemted by his beautiful gold eyes, so reminisct of theirs, the triplets, stirred within her a desire to embrace him and call him daddy.

Contemplating this only deeped her discomfort and self-annoyance.

"Humph! Silly Fiona, stinky Fiona! You've betrayed your sister!" Charlotte whispered, continuing her silt scolding of Fiona.

As she muttered to herself, there came a sudd sound of footsteps along with a man's voice from behind her.

"Little girl, may I join you for some reading?"