Upon hearing that confession, Liliana's expression froze for a moment before she quickly regained her composure.
With a seductive blush on her cheeks, she buried her face in his fragrant black hair and whispered, "I love you very much too, Leon."
If there was anyone she cherished and loved the most, it was undoubtedly Leon. Her feelings were so overwhelming that she struggled to put them into words.
They shared a brief moment of intimacy before finally pulling apart.
Leon gently stroked Liliana's back, and holy power radiated from his palm.
The energy seeped into her body, not to harm her, but to bring her a deep sense of comfort.
Under normal circumstances, holy power was the natural enemy of the demon race and could kill them, yet Liliana remained unaffected.
Over the past few months, Leon had begun to suspect why—perhaps it was because the demon race carried traces of chaos power within their bodies.