I am the heroine's godfather!

Sia laughed: "After all, you are a saint, with a lifespan two hundred years longer than us!"

Compared to long-lived species, half-dragons are no different from human saints, both living up to five hundred years old. However, human saints have a lifespan that increases by four hundred years, while half-dragons only increase it by two hundred years.

So, it seems the half-dragons actually lost out?

However, it's still better than the elves, since elves don't gain any lifespan bonus when they become saints.

Because they are naturally capable of living for a thousand years.

"a ha ha ha......"

Christine scratched her head, unsure of what to say.

After a satisfying meal, we stepped out of the tent, where the moon was still beautiful.

Speaking of which, Lorian is probably looking at a similar moon in the Elf Forest right now.

Will I regret it?

The evening breeze lifted a few strands of her hair, dispelling some of the effects of the alcohol.

Christine suddenly started running, her body enveloped in red battle aura. Then she leaped into the air, and the dragon wings behind her unfurled, carrying her towards the distant mountains.

Standing on the edge of the cliff, fireflies surrounded her.

Christine suddenly remembered a long time ago, on an ordinary night. The adventure team had finished dinner, and Lorian was a little tired, so he went back to his room early.

Estia, who was watching him go upstairs, suddenly turned her head and spoke to Messiah.

"I like Lorian."

Christine still remembers her expression at the time: utterly shocked, but was there also a hint of panic mixed in with that shock?

But Messiah seemed to know everything at that moment.

Perhaps that's why they signed some kind of agreement without my knowledge... I just never expected that they would keep it from me for so many years, until a few months ago when Estia told me herself, and I finally found out.

No, perhaps they never intended to hide it from me; I was just too oblivious to notice anything.

So why, why did I feel panicked after hearing that Estia liked Lorian?

I don't understand.

No, it's not that I don't want to understand, it's that I don't want to understand.

Christine suddenly became somewhat annoyed and let out a roar at the sky, waking up the birds in the forest.

"Ugh, this is so annoying! Why do I feel like some kind of idiot?! I admit it! I just like Lorian! Okay?!"

The moon was pleased and satisfied, and then it left, leaving behind a pale, fish-belly-like dawn on the horizon.

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As the first rays of sunlight fall upon the Elf Forest, they awaken the birds nestling in the mountains, and thus a symphony symbolizing the dawn begins.

A knock sounded at the door, and Rachel's voice came through: "Lord Lorian, the banquet is ready."

"Well, wait a minute."

Loran got up, washed up, changed into her formal attire, and prepared to attend an elven banquet.

Loran had attended elven banquets before. When they arrived here more than a decade ago, the elves held a grand welcome banquet that lasted from morning until late at night, until everyone was tired and the singing stopped.

Chapter 171 Oh no, the students have discovered it!

Stepping out of the room, Rachel and Estia were already waiting for them.

"so slow."

Estia crossed her arms and muttered a complaint. Loran yawned, "I've done my best... Let's go to the banquet."

"Ah."

"Please come with me, Your Highness, Lord Lorian."

Walking through the corridor and pushing open the door, a lively scene appeared before Loran's eyes.

Elves dressed in all sorts of costumes sang and danced, drinking and making merry. The musicians at the entrance noticed his arrival and played a rousing melody.

"Yo, Lorian!"

A few familiar-looking elves approached, but Loran couldn't recall their names for a moment. They teased him, "Seriously? It's only been a short time, how come you've already forgotten our names?"

"He must drink a penalty shot!"

Loran was somewhat exasperated by the peculiar concept of time held by the immortals. Although he felt he hadn't been to the Elf Forest for over a decade, for the elves, a decade was nothing.

"Honestly, Lord Lorian is human after all, you lot are something else!"

A female elf walked over with a somewhat helpless expression and looked at Loran apologetically: "I'm sorry, Lord Lorian."

"No, it's okay, it was definitely my fault."

Loran smiled. He recognized the female elf, but he couldn't recall her name. However, he could vaguely remember her relationship with the male elves from earlier.

If I remember correctly, they were classmates and friends, and this female elf played a motherly role in this small group.

Elves are always warm-hearted, and although Loran had forgotten the names of most of them, they didn't see anything wrong with it. Many elves who had returned from their travels were aware of human time management and knew that friendships between elves and humans were rarely long-lasting.

Therefore, enjoying the present moment is the ultimate secret to the relationship between humans and spirits.

Don't worry about the future, just enjoy the present. If you procrastinate, decades later, humanity will be old and frail, and opportunities will be fleeting.

Loran drank wine with elves he knew and didn't know.

In the midst of the merrily dancing elves, a half-elf girl stared at the black-haired man in the crowd with an expression of disbelief.

"What's wrong, little Siluska?"

Her mother asked softly, and Hiluska pointed tremblingly to Loran in the crowd: "Mom, what, what is this?"

"Oh, this is Lord Lorian."

Hiluska's mother smiled and said, "He is a friend of the princess and a distinguished guest of our elven race."

"Lo, Lorian!!!"

Hiluska's mouth dropped open: "Is he really Lorian?"

"Can this be false?"

Siluska's mother touched her forehead with concern: "Are you sick? Why are you talking nonsense?"

"No, I am..."

"Speaking of which, Lord Lorian also came once more than ten years ago, but I was not back at that time, so I was unable to see him."

Hiluska's mother seemed a little regretful: "It is said that more than ten years ago, not only Lord Lorian, but also Lady Christine and Her Majesty the Saint were there."

"Her Majesty the Saintess?!"

"Yes, Lord Lorian, Princess Estia, Lady Christine, and Her Majesty the Saint are on the same team. That's common sense."

"No, I'm just... just a little incredulous..."

Siluca looked dazed.

Lorian?

No, no, no, this is definitely Professor Loran, isn't it? It looks exactly like Professor Loran!

Maybe, just maybe, they're Professor Loran's twins? That would be perfectly normal, wouldn't it?

Then Siluca saw Estia standing next to Loran.

This person looks somewhat familiar... He seems to be a friend of Professor Lorraine and Professor Claire?

But can she and Ms. Claire really be considered friends? The two seem to argue all the time.

"Ah, that's Princess Estia."

Hiluska's mother introduced her, saying, "Our pride, she became a seventh-order saint at just over five hundred years old and made great contributions in defeating the Demon King. She is the most likely candidate to become the next queen."

"Estella?"

Siluca's mouth dropped open.

Alright, now it's completely confirmed. Teacher Loran is indeed Lord Lorian.

Wait, if that's the case... isn't Claire, who often argues with Princess Estia and has a good relationship with Lord Lorian, just...

Red-haired, powerful, with fire-attribute fighting spirit.

It must be Lady Christine!

It turns out that both of my teachers were members of the Saintess Squad, seventh-order Saints?

This is too outrageous!

Loran noticed the surprised looks in the crowd, turned around, and met the eyes of the stunned Siluca.

Forehead......

Lorraine blinked, then suddenly felt something was wrong.

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"So, you really are, the Archmage of the Stars, Lorian?"

"Uh, it really is me."

"Is it the mage from the Saintess's squad?"

"it's me."

"Is she a friend of the Elf Princess?"

"…It's me."

"...Her rumored boyfriend?"

"Wait...no! This is definitely not me!"

Loran couldn't help but retort, "Where did you hear this strange rumor?"

"That's what everyone says."

"Be careful, the Vatican might find out and sentence you for blasphemy."

After a moment of silence, Hiluska asked, "Then, as a seventh-order saint, why did you choose to become an ordinary teacher in Saint Casta?"

"It's because of some things that are not convenient for others to know."

"Is that so?"

Hiluska nodded, then suddenly asked, "Does Charlotte know your identity?"

No, I didn't tell her...

"Won!"

Hiluska's face lit up with joy, while Loran sighed helplessly. This child was really competitive against Charlotte.

Hiluska didn't seem to have many questions, nor did she inquire about Loran's reasons for coming to the Elf Forest. She probably guessed that it was for some important matter.

“I will keep this a secret for you, Professor Loran.”

"That couldn't be better."

Although Loran didn't really care about his identity being leaked, it would cause a lot of trouble if it were, since he was somewhat of a celebrity.

As for why it was kept from Charlotte...

It wasn't that he absolutely had to keep it a secret, but Lorraine felt he hadn't found the right opportunity. He couldn't just randomly tell Charlotte, "Actually, I'm Lorian," at any given moment, could he?

I have a feeling Charlotte will say with a helpless expression, "Yes, yes, whatever makes you happy, Lorraine."

Ugh, this is such a hassle.

Chapter 172 Ancient Elf Tree

"What business does Lord Lorian have with you?"

Hiluska's mother was eating fruit and making indistinct noises, which Hiluska casually brushed off, but her mother didn't seem to care much.

If it were anyone else, like Miss Daisy's parents, knowing that their daughter had a relationship with the famous Lorian, they would probably have shamelessly tried to get some benefits, right? However, Hiluska's mother was clearly not that kind of person. Although not all elves are indifferent to fame and fortune, over the long course of time, most elves do not have a great desire for worldly power.

Of course, there are a few exceptions, but the Elven race has always been open-minded and tolerant of people of all personalities—as long as they do not violate morality and the law.