I am the heroine's godfather!

I am the heroine's godfather! Author: Salty Fish Plop

Transmigrating to another world and awakening his memories, Loran initially thought it would be a typical overpowered protagonist story, only to find himself kidnapped and sold into a military camp? Luckily, he met an older brother in the camp who offered him considerable help. After a battle, Loran chose to retire, while his older brother chose to stay in the military. Although they maintained correspondence, they didn't see each other for many years. Loran then spent several years as an adventurer, making some friends, finding his family, and eventually opening a humble magical item shop in the capital of a certain country. As for his past, it was best left unsaid. He received news again when his older brother's daughter arrived with a letter. Seeing this orphan of his older brother, Loran ultimately decided to adopt her. It was at this moment that Loran's long-awaited cheat code finally arrived. The system called itself a "nurturing system," claiming that his older brother's daughter was actually the heroine of a third-rate isekai novel. Loran could receive generous rewards by nurturing the heroine. To deal with the hidden disaster, Loran accepted the system, intending to raise his older brother's daughter into an outstanding young woman. And that male lead, stay away from my daughter! But as the plot unfolds, some of Loran's past romantic entanglements come back to haunt him, and his daughter's gaze towards him begins to look strange.

Chapter 1 The Magic Item Shop and the Girl

In the afternoon, somewhere in the commercial street of the capital of a small country.

At that moment, Loran Morganfleur, who looked to be around thirty years old—perhaps actually younger, but whose appearance was made to look older by the stubble on his face—was fast asleep on a chaise lounge when he suddenly felt his ear being lifted up.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch... Who, who attacked me?"

Loran opened her eyes and stood before her a cute little girl of about twelve or thirteen years old, wearing an apron and holding a broom.

"Loran! Wake up!"

"Miss Charlotte said sullenly. Lorraine squinted: "Hmm, Charlotte, let me sleep a little longer."

"Can't!"

Charlotte hit Lorraine with a broom, but the expected scream did not come. Charlotte and the onlookers were stunned. Upon closer inspection, they found that Lorraine was covered with a thin film.

"Hahaha, you didn't expect that, did you? I already cracked your trick! Loran's specially made anti-domestic violence gear can isolate physical attacks and keep you dust-free. It's simply an essential item for the home!"

Loran stood up and loudly proclaimed, "Still afraid of your wife's violence? Still terrified of being beaten with a broom? Still afraid of the pain of kneeling on durians? Loran's specially formulated Domestic Violence Relief Type B will make your daily life fearless! New product promotion now, only fifty copper coins! Only fifty copper coins! Don't hesitate, hurry up and grab yours!"

The onlookers were stunned, and a hush fell over the scene. After a long while, the owner of the pharmacy next door coughed lightly, breaking the silence: "It's not that I'm afraid of domestic violence or anything, it's just that I love my wife, and I'm afraid she'll get dust on the house when she's cleaning..."

He handed over fifty copper coins.

These words were a wake-up call. Many middle-aged men around them, who were deep in midlife crisis, suddenly realized that the main point of their argument was not that they were afraid of or wary of their wives, but that they loved their wives.

Only after receiving the goods and seeing Lorraine and Charlotte grinning like old foxes and little foxes did everyone realize they had been tricked again, and immediately began clamoring for their money back. Lorraine quickly pulled Charlotte inside, saying, "Hey, hey, we're a small business, once sold, no returns or exchanges," while hurriedly closing the door.

After entering the house, Charlotte sighed deeply, thinking to herself that just a few months ago she was an elegant and sensible good girl, how did she end up colluding with Lorraine?

Charlotte thought to herself that she absolutely could not indulge in Lorraine's nonsense like this again!

"Charlotte, elbow, let's go out for a nice meal tonight!"

"Mmm! I want to eat lobster!"

Charlotte's eyes lit up immediately.

As Loran stepped out the back door, he glanced at the mailbox instinctively. Charlotte asked curiously, "No mail again?"

"...Children shouldn't ask such questions."

Loran tapped the girl on the head, and the girl covered her head, pouted, and looked very dissatisfied.

Ignoring everything else, Lorraine continued walking forward, leaving Charlotte no choice but to follow obediently, though she was still somewhat curious.

Ever since she was adopted by Lorraine a few months ago, she has seen Lorraine check the mailbox every day, as if waiting for a letter to arrive someday.

This made Charlotte curious: who could be so important to Lorraine, that carefree guy?

Could they be lovers...?

For some reason, thinking about this made Charlotte feel genuinely unhappy.

Who exactly is Lorraine? Charlotte wasn't really sure either.

He owns a prop shop in the capital and seems to have some connections with the Royal Guard. He is an old friend of his father's—though, according to him, they haven't seen each other for several years.

But apart from that, I know very little about his past.

This guy seems to be hiding some incredible secret—Miss Charlotte thought to herself.

Charlotte?

Loran turned around, his unshaven face revealing a mature charm: "What are you daydreaming about? Let's go, or we'll miss our chance."

Charlotte quickly followed.

The delicious restaurant in Scala is the best-reputed restaurant in this commercial street. As a restaurant, its good reputation is naturally due to its excellent dishes and delicious taste.

It can't be because the boss's wife is very pretty, can it?

"Oh, my dear Miss Kaina, you are as beautiful as a blooming bauhinia flower today."

Charlotte sighed deeply as she looked at the humiliated Lorraine. She glanced at Ms. Kaina's alluring figure, then looked down at her own.

Yes, without a doubt, you can see straight to the toes.

No, Charlotte, you're still young, you'll grow up!

Charlotte could only console herself with this thought.

"Oh, it's been a long time, Loran."

Ms. Kaina covered her mouth and chuckled, "You're still as sweet-talking as ever."

"No, you've misunderstood me. I'm not a sweet talker; I'm just stating the facts."

Charlotte covered her face, silently stepped forward, and pulled Lorraine away. Lorraine was dragged forward by the girl, who tossed her a necklace as she did so: "This is my new creation. I think only such a perfect necklace can match your moon-like beautiful face."

“Lorraine, it is not gentlemanly to praise someone in front of a young lady.”

Ms. Kaina took the necklace: "Thank you for the gift anyway, I will cherish it."

"Your liking it is my greatest encouragement."

"Loran!"

Well, it looks like Miss Charlotte is angry.

Loran made a zipping gesture to Kaina over his mouth, and then obediently found a seat with Miss Charlotte under Kaina's smiling gaze.

Miss Charlotte still looked a little sullen, turning her face away and refusing to acknowledge him. Lorraine sighed and took the menu: "Hmm, it's Wednesday, the Ocean Festival. I think ordering a cream pudding would be a good idea."

"...Two portions!"

"...Little Charlotte, eating so many desserts will cause cavities."

"I want you to take care of it!"

"Alright alright."

Loran sighed. He had only himself to blame for upsetting that young lady. As compensation, there was nothing he could do.

Desserts always lift one's spirits. As Miss Charlotte ate her cream pudding, she swung her legs and looked much happier.

"You really like cream pudding, don't you?"

Lorraine sighed, and Charlotte, shaking her spoon, said, "Lorraine, do you know the origin of cream pudding?"

"Hmm, I'm not really sure."

"Legend has it that the cream pudding was a birthday gift from Lord Lorian, the magician of the Saintess Squad, to the Saintess, and it was her favorite food!"

"...I never imagined that this little dessert would be related to the Holy Maiden."

"Yes, yes! Back then, the Saintess Squad rescued a woman who had lost her parents and family during their adventure. The Saintess was worried that the woman would lose her support and die of poverty even if they saved her, so she asked Lord Lorian to teach her how to make this dessert. In response to the woman's gratitude, the Saintess simply said, 'If you can buy this dessert from outside whenever you want to eat it in the future, that would be the best way to thank me.' That's why the woman passed on the recipe, which is how the cream pudding that is now sold in various countries came to be."

"That's it."

"Ah, the Holy Maiden is such a gentle person!"

Looking at Charlotte, whose eyes were sparkling, Loran silently wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Charlotte really admires the Saintess."

"Of course, the Holy Maiden is the strongest human being, the only living demigod, the holder of the highest authority in the Church of the Righteous God, and the human representative of the Seven Gods!"

Charlotte's eyes changed completely when she mentioned the legendary saintess.

"Yes, that's true..."

Lorraine gave a perfunctory reply, but luckily Charlotte was engrossed in the cream pudding and didn't realize what he meant, otherwise she would have dragged him into preaching again.

Sigh, fangirls are really scary.

Loran sighed.

During the meal, the men sitting next to them started chatting: "Speaking of which, have you heard about what happened on Narcissus Street yesterday?"

"Oh my, I heard they cut off his nose, that's terrifying."

"This Narcissus Street may not be an affluent area, but it's still a pretty good neighborhood, right? How could something like this happen?"

Lorraine cut a piece of steak with her knife and fork and looked out onto the street.

It's caused quite a stir.

If nothing unexpected happens, he will have a guest today.

After dinner, the sun had already set. Loran and Charlotte returned to the shop and were about to close when the door was pushed open and a man in uniform walked in. The man looked to be in his thirties or forties and exuded an air of authority.

When Charlotte saw the man enter, she said she was going to do her homework and went upstairs. She knew Lorraine was no ordinary person and seemed to have some other business behind the scenes. Although she was curious, she didn't investigate further.

As Loran watched Charlotte leave, his expression subtly changed, revealing a half-smile.

The setting sun streamed in through the window, making the whole room appear both dark and distinct.

Lorraine leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms, and chuckled softly:

"So, sir, who is not well-known and comes from the police station, what brings you here?"

Chapter 2 Loran's Little Side Hustle

"...What did the other people want from you before?"

The man from the patrol office was silent for a moment before asking.

“Many, sir, many.”

Loran smiled slightly: "Murder weapons, life-saving treasures, intelligence on secret matters, and so on. Of course, I occasionally cooperate with your patrol department friends... Let me think, the last person who came seemed to be a lady named Alyssa."

"...Lady Alyssa has been promoted."

"Really? Then please congratulate her for me."

"I've come here today to ask you something."

"You mean, this person..."

"Mocha, just call me Mocha."

"Okay, Mr. Mocha, what would you like to ask?"

Mocha was silent for a moment, then said, "Have you heard about the recent murder case in the capital?"

“People die every day in the capital, and in the slums, the number of murders is countless. Which one are you referring to?”

Mocha choked for a moment, and Loran continued, "Oh, I remember now, if we don't look at the slums, it seems that a murder did happen."

He leaned forward slightly: "I think you're referring to what happened yesterday on Narcissus Street."

After saying that, he chuckled and said, "Indeed, our King must have felt that his dignity had been offended, so he asked you to investigate this case."

“…Exactly.”

"Heh, that's strange. You say you're afraid of losing face, but why don't you call that knight commander who's about to reach the fifth rank to investigate?"

Loran sneered, and Mocha coughed, "Sir, watch your words."

"Hehe, I should be careful what I say."

Loran shook his head and continued, "So, what do you want to ask?"

"...I would like to inquire about information regarding this matter."

"Of course, but what level of intelligence do you need?"

Lorraine laughed: "The motive for the murder? The victim's choice? Or, who is the killer?"

"What if I directly ask who the murderer is?"

"You can't afford its price."

"..."

Mocha was taken aback. Although he really wanted to say something about "not being able to afford the price," his patrol department was, after all, a national institution of the kingdom. How could they be short of money for your intelligence? But considering that he had come on a private trip and that it was inconvenient to use public funds due to some internal calculations, Mocha silently swallowed his words.

It's true that you might not be able to afford it.

Thinking of this, he glanced at Loran: Could it be that this person has seen through his thoughts?