I am the heroine's godfather!

Looking at the ambiguous smile in the eyes of the person opposite him, Mocha couldn't help but recall the words of Lady Alyssa who had guided him here: "Maintaining respect is the first thing you need to learn when facing that person."

It seems that Lady Alyssa was already aware of the current situation?

Mocha stopped daydreaming and started thinking about serious matters. After pondering for a while, Mocha decided to ask for more detailed information: "The deceased's nose was removed. I want to know what that means."

"Before we go on, I need to correct a misconception of yours."

Loran tapped the table and said softly, "The deceased were not one, but three."

"what?"

Mocha looked puzzled, while Loran chuckled and said, "Before this, there were already two dead people, one whose eyes were taken and the other whose nose was taken."

He looked directly at Mocha: "It's just that those two are of such lowly status that they are not worthy of being known by the King, nor are they worthy of being noticed by the patrol department."

Mocha was a little embarrassed for a moment.

“The pure must not look upon Him, the perceptive will avoid Him, the eloquent will try to deceive Him, and the just will choose to despise Him.”

Loran recited the passage in an aria-like tone, and Mocha frowned: "This is..."

“The Holy Scripture, Chapter Seven: The Birth of the Evil God, Section Three: The Fallen Lord.”

"Lord of the Fallen!!!"

Mocha's voice suddenly rose several octaves, so loud it seemed like it would lift the roof off. But strangely, despite the unassuming house not being very soundproof, his loud voice didn't attract anyone's attention.

However, this is not surprising. As one of the seven evil gods listed by the Church of the Righteous God, the appearance of anything about the Fallen Lord is still too frightening for this small country.

Loran's expression turned hostile: "Keep your voice down, my child is doing homework!"

Mocha was speechless, thinking to himself, "This is the Lord of Fallen Gods! Is he less important than a little girl's studies?"

Loran continued, "There's no need to worry. If it were truly a ritual that could summon a god, I wouldn't be selling it to you at this price."

He yawned: "This isn't exactly a powerful ritual; it comes from the ancient kingdom of Kadia, thousands of years ago. The ritual requires four offerings: the eyes of a pure person, the ears of a just person, the tongue of a eloquent person, and the nose of a perceptive person. If you gather all four and call upon the name of the Fallen Lord on the night of the full moon, He will grant the supplicant supreme power. But in reality, this so-called supreme power can only be used once, and after using it, the person will die immediately, and their soul will be bound to the Fallen Lord, enslaved for eternity."

Loran chuckled lightly: "Alright, I think this information should be enough."

"...How much should I pay?"

"I am honored to receive one gold coin."

"Forehead......"

Mocha was momentarily stunned. One gold coin wasn't cheap; it was almost equivalent to three months' worth of expenses for a family. But it wasn't expensive either, because intelligence was inherently costly, and Mocha had even prepared herself for a significant financial blow.

Loran saw what he was thinking and chuckled, "Consider it a discount, after all, that person really went too far."

Mocha paused for a moment, nodded, took a gold coin from his wallet, and handed it over.

"Thank you for your patronage."

Loran accepted the gold coins: "Take care, and don't bother seeing me off."

Mocha got up, pushed open the door, and left.

Loran tossed the gold coins around, seemingly deep in thought.

Suddenly it started to rain, and thunder rumbled outside the window.

Loran sighed, stood up, took out an umbrella, pushed open the door, and stepped into the rain. He waded into the puddles and instantly traversed half the city, arriving at a cemetery.

Lorraine stopped in front of a tombstone bearing a family photograph. They didn't look wealthy, but the photo conveyed hope for the future.

In the very center of the photo is a little boy who looks no more than four or five years old. Born into a slum, he may not have a bright future, but in any case, this hope should not be extinguished by others.

Loran sighed.

He wasn't familiar with this family; they'd only met once. He didn't want to get too involved, but then he thought of his former friend—how would she handle this situation?

They might urgently grab him and say they're going to catch the murderer.

Although she would never do such a thing again.

Loran chuckled. Perhaps that was why he gave that patrolman some preferential treatment.

Although he didn't consider himself a good person, he wouldn't mind helping the patrol department out of respect for his former friend.

But offering it for free is absolutely out of the question; he still has children to support.

Sigh, I never thought I'd reach the point of a midlife crisis.

Loran, who was already thirty years old but still had handsome features and had to use stubble to add a bit of a mature male feel, thought to himself without any sense of self-awareness.

After glancing at the tombstone and then at the torrential rain kept out by umbrellas and magic, Loran lost all interest in offering a bouquet of flowers and turned to leave.

Charlotte had just finished her homework and came downstairs when she saw Lorraine returning from outside. Charlotte went over to him, helped him close his umbrella, and asked curiously, "Why did you go out in such heavy rain?"

I went to see a few friends.

Loran didn't say much, but ruffled the girl's hair. The girl brushed his hand away in disgust: "You're all wet, don't ruffle my hair... Go take a shower!"

Chapter 3: The Past and the System

After taking a shower, Loran lay on the bed, yawned, and with a gentle wave of her hand, a screen of light appeared in front of her.

The character development system is dedicated to serving you.

[Host: Loran Morganfleur]

Rank: Seventh

[Bound to: Charlotte Bernet]

[Identity: Female protagonist of "The Strongest Hero's Divine Sword Record"]

[Plot Progress: Not yet started]

[Bound object hierarchy: None]

[Task: The Beginning of the Path of the Demon: Train the female protagonist to Tier 1. Reward: Randomly increase one type of magical affinity to the maximum.]

Loran sighed. He never imagined that even after thirty years of transmigration, his system would only arrive a few months late. It was only then that he realized he had transmigrated into a third-rate fantasy world filled with overpowered protagonists.

Yes, Loran is a transmigrator. Although she's a transmigrator, she likely transmigrated directly into her mother's womb. In that sense, calling it rebirth wouldn't be entirely wrong?

Although it was a case of reincarnation, Loran had no memories of her previous life before the age of ten.

At the age of ten, Loran lost his memories of the previous ten years but gained memories of his past life. Despite regaining these memories, Loran's life still wasn't easy—after all, he woke up to find himself in a military camp!

Dude, you want me, a ten-year-old kid, to join the army? If you want me dead, just say so!

Although she had no memories of her past, based on some vague recollections, Loran deduced that she had family in this world. Therefore, there was a 60% chance she had been abducted, a 20% chance she had been abandoned, and the remaining 20% ​​was due to some other reason.

But no matter what, for Loran at that time, survival was the only truth.

Fortunately, Loran met an older brother in the army camp. The older brother was ten years older than him and his biggest dream was to go back and marry a good wife. The older brother took good care of him in the army camp, and thanks to him, Loran was able to get through the most difficult period.

Later, after spending a few years in the military camp, a great war broke out with the demons. Although it was a great war, the place they were stationed in wasn't exactly a strategic location, so there weren't any major separations or deaths, and he and his older brother both survived unscathed. However, during the war, the two joked that if one of them were to die in the future, the other must take care of the other's family.

After all, the greatest trust between men is entrusting their children to each other. However, since both of them were single, they didn't mention having children.

Lorraine used to mock his older brother, saying he was single because he was young, and with his looks, finding a wife would be a piece of cake. Now, his older brother has children, while Lorraine remains single.

Would you say this was a bullet that hit me right between the eyebrows when I was young?

Ahem, back to the main topic. After the war, Loran could have been promoted, but he chose to retire, wanting to search for his memories and his family. His older brother, on the other hand, chose to stay in the army. Later, Loran became an adventurer, gained excellent teammates, and would occasionally write to the army to recount his experiences. At first, his older brother would reply, but later he gradually stopped responding.

Loran was quite busy during his years as an adventurer, after all, his teammate was the Holy Maiden, so their team did all sorts of amazing things and left behind a great reputation.

The "Lorian" that Charlotte mentioned earlier was actually Loran's alias.

Later, Loran and his teammates defeated the Demon King, and after experiencing the helplessness of some adults, the team gradually dispersed and lost contact.

Well, that's normal. Lasting friendships are a child's fantasy; drifting apart is the norm for adults.

After defeating the Demon King, everyone went home to find their mothers. Loran also regained her memories and returned home. Although her parents had passed away, she was fortunate to still have an older sister.

After settling things at home, Loran arrived in this small country, opened a prop shop, and began to do nothing.

Until that day, Loran found a little girl in plain clothes with a dirty face at the shop entrance. That day, the little girl looked at him with her blue eyes, her gaze filled with stubbornness.

“My name is Charlotte Bernette, and my father is Rand Bernette.”

Are you Lorraine Morganfleur?

Lorraine later learned from the letter that Charlotte was actually his older brother—and also Rand Bernette's daughter. His older brother had passed away, and somehow knew his whereabouts, sending his daughter to find him.

Remembering the joke about entrusting his son to someone years ago, Loran sighed.

It's truly a terrible thing to have to raise your wretched child.

Although he harbored some resentment towards the guy for never seeing him before he died, Loran still adopted Charlotte.

It was precisely at the moment he adopted Charlotte that this so-called nurturing system awakened.

It was on this day that Loran learned that she had actually transmigrated into a book.

I received the plot from the system, thinking it would be some incredible help, but the ending turned out to be that this so-called hero—who is also the protagonist—sealed the Demon King.

Loran fell silent.

Dude, we took care of this guy years ago.

Perhaps it was because of the flapping of his own wings, or perhaps it was because this so-called "plot" only revealed a corner of the world; in any case, the plot did not help him at all.

But the system is still somewhat useful.

With the help of the system, perhaps he can gain the power to stop the shadow lurking behind the scenes.

In short, despite having various thoughts, Loran still chose to accept the system.

The two lived together for several months afterward, and Charlotte transformed from a prickly little hedgehog into the well-behaved girl she is today.

Yes, I do have a lot of charm with kids.

Lorraine thought to herself.

Chapter 4 Charlotte's Friend / The Patrol Investigation

"Charlotte, Charlotte!"

The prop shop was a bit noisy in the afternoon. Loran yawned, "Little Laura, you're here so early to see Charlotte today... Have you finished your homework?"

"Hey, you old geezer, who brings up homework the moment they see a kid?!"

Little Laura made a face: "No wonder you can't find a wife if you don't understand girls' feelings at all!"

"Hey, you brat."

Lorraine was furious: "Wait a minute, I'll go buy a bunch of test papers and deliver them to your house!"

"Hmph! If you dare to give me that, I'll tell Charlotte you bullied me!"

"Am I still afraid of her?"

Just as the two were arguing fiercely, Charlotte's voice came: "What are you doing so early in the morning!"

Loran and Laura immediately shut up.

Miss Charlotte, with an air of authority, raised an eyebrow and said, "Can you two please stop arguing the moment you meet?"

"You can't blame me for this!"

Lorraine immediately spoke up: "Look at this brat, she doesn't know how to respect adults at all! I'm teaching her to respect her elders! Otherwise, she'll definitely suffer the beatings of society when she grows up!"

Laura's eyes widened immediately, and she glared angrily at Loran: "What are you talking about! Charlotte, look at him! He's such a grown man, yet he's still arguing with a child. No wonder he can't find a wife!"

"Hey, just say what you want to say, why are you resorting to personal attacks?"

“A little bit…”

Laura hid behind Charlotte and made faces at Lorraine. Lorraine rushed forward, but Laura immediately shielded Charlotte in front of her, and the two of them began circling Charlotte like a puppet, completely unaware that Miss Charlotte was gathering her strength.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"You two!"

With two heavy blows, Laura and Loran covered their heads and obediently fell silent.

"Honestly, they have to make such a racket so early in the morning."

Miss Charlotte began her lecture: "Lorraine! How old are you? Still arguing with a child. And you, Laura, I told you he wasn't talking about you, and you were laughing..."

Listening to Charlotte's incessant lecturing, Loran and Laura exchanged a glance, a wry smile simultaneously appearing on their lips. Then, realizing their unspoken connection, they instantly turned their faces away in disgust.