I am the heroine's godfather!

Preparations for the celebration began at noon.

Elven artisans wove stars from glowing vines and hung them among the branches of ancient trees; gardeners commanded flower fairies to water the silver-leaved orchids with morning dew, making each petal reflect rainbow light; even the oldest elven elder changed out of his armor and put on a celebratory robe embroidered with golden flowers.

Lestinger squatted at the entrance of the brewery, watching the elves pour amber-colored fruit wine into crystal barrels, and twitched her nose: "This stuff can make you drunk?"

“Miss Lestinger—”

The brewer, suppressing a smile, handed over a glass. "This is 'Moonshadow Brew,' you can try it. Our elven brews are so exquisite that even the dragons have praised them."

The red-haired berserker tilted his head back and gulped down the entire glass. Three seconds later, his eyes widened in shock, and after a long pause, he exhaled sharply: "Damn, that's potent!"

She smashed the rim of the wine barrel with a bang, "Ten more barrels, please! Tonight I'm going to drink your entire clan under the table!"

The brewers exchanged bewildered glances until Estia quietly appeared: "Give it to her."

A sly glint appeared in the elf princess's eyes: "Send the bill to Satan's court."

As night fell, the city of Tinak transformed into a sea of ​​light. Songs and music danced alongside the boisterous voices of the crowd.

Loran leaned against the balcony on the second floor of the tavern, looking down at the noisy crowd—Estia was teaching children to use wind magic to lift fireflies, her emerald hair shimmering in the light like silk woven from green leaves.

"Aren't you going down to dance?"

Lucifer's phantom emerged from the crystal ball: "Your elven princess has received invitations from three elven warriors."

Loran swirled the wine in his glass, the amber liquid reflecting the slightly twitching corner of his mouth: "Since when did demons start caring about gossip?"

"Oh dear, jealous?" The fallen angel chuckled, covering his mouth. "Need me to teach you how to curse your rival with dark magic? 20% off~"

"hehe."

"Alright, just kidding. What elf would be so clueless?"

A cheer suddenly erupted from below. Lestinger leaped onto the central stage, her greatsword planted in the ground as a fulcrum, her lava battle aura transforming into a crimson cloak: "Make way, all of you! Let me show you the war dance of the Satanic Court!"

She kicked off her leather boots and shattered the stone bricks with her bare feet. Lava solidified into a ring of fire beneath her feet, exploding with sparks with each rotation, perfectly in sync with the musician's stringed instrument.

The older elves were initially frowning, but they were stunned when they saw the Corrupted Heartstone necklace hanging from her waist—a fragment of the crown of the fallen pope, now being scorched red by lava.

"To our allies!" an elven warrior suddenly raised his wine cup.

"Homage to the Lord Satan!!!"

The flower fairies scattered fluorescent pollen, and the elves' cheers echoed through the night sky.

The red-haired madman stumbled and nearly fell off the stage, his ears glowing bright red: "Who, who asked you to toast me! You all drink up! Anyone who isn't drunk tonight is disrespecting me!"

Loran shook his head helplessly. Suddenly, a familiar fragrance wafted from beside him. He turned his head and saw the elven princess's emerald hair brushing against his shoulder. She was tilting her head and looking at him.

Lucifer had already disappeared without a trace. Loran searched around and saw her smiling and raising her glass to him at the bar.

Can this clone also drink alcohol?

Estia's voice suddenly rang out: "Do you remember?"

"what?"

"More than ten years ago, in Maixiang Village, you and Messiah also danced together once."

As Estia's voice rang out, Loran couldn't help but recall that harvest season.

“When you invited me back then, I said that the dances of the elves are only for grand celebrations.”

Estia turned her head to look at the dancing crowd, her voice calm, but a barely perceptible tremor appeared at the end of her sentence:

“Just like now.”

Loran paused for two seconds, a somewhat helpless smile appearing on his face. He bowed, extended his hand, and, like a gentleman, invited the elven princess.

"Would you like to dance with me, beautiful lady?"

Estia smiled faintly, reached out and took Loran's hand: "It's my pleasure."

The two held hands and headed to a grand ball.

As the two stepped onto the dance floor, the crowd of celebration fell silent, except for Lesteen's shout: "Little elf! Bring me two more buckets—burp!"

Awakened by Lester's shouts, the crowd resumed their lively atmosphere, though the occasional glances directed at the two revealed that they were not as calm as they seemed.

The musicians on stage quietly changed to an ambiguous tune.

Chapter 194 The End and Beginning of the Celebration

Flower fairies danced and scattered fluorescent pollen, the dance floor shimmered with starlight, and the melodious and soothing music seemed to tell an ancient love story.

"What kind of music is this? I've never heard it before."

Loran's hand rested lightly on Estia's waist, maintaining a distance that was neither too intimate nor too distant. He asked with some curiosity, but Estia simply shook her head slightly.

"I haven't heard of it either."

"Is that so?"

"Yes."

The elven princess turned her head slightly, her emerald eyes avoiding direct gaze at the man before her. Loran shook his head with amusement, no longer pressing the matter.

The fragrance of Moonshadow Wine lingered between them. Estia's emerald hair brushed against the back of his hand with each dance step, bringing a delicate, slightly ticklish sensation.

Loran held her hand and felt that her soft, jade-like hand was a little cool, like the first melting snow.

“Missia said before that your dancing was like that of a stiff puppet.”

Estia suddenly spoke up: "It seems that your dancing skills have improved quite a bit now."

“After all, there are always banquets in Enshiya, and I am, after all, a nobleman.”

"It sounds like you have a great dance partner."

"Indeed."

"That's it..."

"Serena will accompany me during dance practice."

"That's it."

The melody of the harp suddenly quickened, and Estia's skirt bloomed like a flower as she spun around. Loran had to tighten his arms to steady her, but the moment he touched her, he felt the tension in her back—the muscle memory left by years of drawing a bow.

"Next time, if there's a chance."

She spun closer to his ear and whispered, "Let's dance one more time."

A string of crimson fireworks suddenly exploded in the distance, followed by the maniacal laughter of Lestinger and the sound of wine barrels overturning. Loran caught sight of the King of Satan dragging three elven elders into a drinking contest, their molten aura turning the crystal glasses red-hot.

As the music grew louder, Estia placed her hand against Loran's palm and spun around 3,600 degrees, her heels striking the ground with a silvery sound.

The rousing music abruptly ended, and Estia took a step back, lifting her skirt to curtsy.

Fireworks exploded behind her, followed by thunderous applause.

The celebration did not end until the morning of the third day.

After a short rest, Loran, Estia, the Elf Queen, Lucifer, and Lestinger gathered together.

"Lilith has sent a message."

Lucifer slowly began to speak: "As of now, there seems to be nothing unusual within the Demon Clan—these guys are very well hidden."

"That's it."

Loran frowned: "That guy said Adams' next target is the demon race. The credibility of that statement is unclear, but in any case, the demon race is indeed a target we need to pay attention to right now."

"What's there to be afraid of! If they dare to come, we'll make sure they don't leave alive!!!"

Lesteen spoke aggressively, but no one paid her any attention.

The Elf Queen nodded: "With Messiah in the human kingdoms, the Church of the Evil God will not rashly start a war—that would mean the outbreak of a full-scale war. The dragon race is extremely powerful overall, and it is isolated overseas, making it difficult to reach. The best target for them is the demon race."

"Yes, and I also need to go back and investigate the matter of the altar."

Lucifer nodded, and Loran, after stroking his chin and thinking for a moment, said, "I'll go too."

"Oh dear, is the Holy Maiden going to the Demon Realm herself?"

Lucifer chuckled, but Loran frowned and looked at the Elf Queen: "How does the old lich compare to Adams in strength?"

Although he had fought both of them, the fight with the old lich was a three-on-one battle, and the fight with Adams was just a phantom, so he could not draw an accurate conclusion.

The Elf Queen pondered for a moment, then shook her head: "The lich is not as good as Adams."

"...That's it."

Loran looked at Lucifer: "I need to obtain more information, so I must go to the Demon Realm."

"I'll go as well."

Estia spoke up, and Loran then asked, "Is the Elf Forest alright?"

"I'm here."

The Elf Queen laughed: "Even if Adams came in person, he wouldn't get any advantage in the Elf Forest."

"Too."

Loran realized he had forgotten about the strongest fighter in the Elf Forest. Now that the Ancient Elf Tree had recovered, although the Elf Queen was inferior to Adams outside the Elf Forest, it was hard to say who was stronger between them inside the Elf Forest.

Lucifer's teasing voice rang out, his black feather earring swaying mischievously: "Oh dear, are you two planning to elope? That's rather unethical~ Should I prepare a couple's teleportation scroll for you? It even comes with an anti-peeping barrier~"

"The kind written with a fallen angel's feather, the kind where who knows where it will land?"

Loran sneered: "The scroll you 'gifted' last time teleported me to Lilith's bath, which caused her to activate her alternate personality and chase after me to beat me up."

At the time, he hesitated because he knew he was in the wrong, and Loran really couldn't retaliate, so he could only secretly remember Lucifer's favor.

Lucifer covered his mouth and chuckled, his figure exploding into a shower of black feathers. A feather drifted into Estia's palm, transforming into a jet-black demon pass—the front engraved with the lava emblem of Satan's court.

"Speak of it."

Estia suddenly spoke up: "If I remember correctly, Saint Casta is about to start school, right?"

"Ah, you're talking about this."

Loran scratched his head: "I've already sent a letter to my sister and another to Lentilan, asking for a semester's leave."

I just feel a little sorry for Charlotte and the others. I promised to train them during the holidays, but in the end, I couldn't go back.

Well, I already have one sixth-tier and two fourth-tier at home, that's enough to train them.

Moreover, Mia and Caroline, the two maids, happened to be practicing magic and martial arts respectively, which was enough to teach them—it's just that there was no one in the Loran family who knew divination, so Miss Daisy had to teach herself.

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"So, Loran isn't coming back this semester?"

Anna lay on Charlotte's bed, her fair, delicate feet dangling in the way that would make the guy at the porridge bar ecstatic. Charlotte sighed, "Yeah, Loran said he has something to take care of and really can't find the time."

"Hmm, he only taught for one semester and then asked for leave, and for the whole semester at that. If I were the principal, I would have fired him long ago!"

Anna clenched her fists and waved them around with a whoosh.

Unfortunately, Laura has already gone home, and neither Charlotte nor Daisy are the kind of people who would side with her.

The anti-Loran alliance has suffered a major setback, with half of its combat strength being repatriated (tragic).

"Mr. Lorraine must have his own things to do."

While studying the divination book, Daisy spoke well of Loran, saying, "After all, powerful people like them always have a lot of trouble."

“That’s true… Back when Loran and I were still running the shop, he would sometimes act strangely.”

Charlotte rested her chin on her hand and said, "Back then, all he did was lie in his chair and slack off all day, never showing any of his abilities..."

"I know! That's called, yeah, playing dumb to fool the enemy!"

"Um, does that count?"

"Of course it counts, how could it not?"

"Alright, kids, it's time to eat."

Serena knocked on Charlotte's door, interrupting the children's discussion.

"Great!"

Anna seems to really enjoy the food at Morganflore's mansion, and she often comes over for a meal whenever she has a spare moment.

Chapter 195 Demon Territory