I am the heroine's godfather!

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Chapter 95 An Ordinary Day for Her Majesty the Saint (Part 3)

"Your Majesty, I apologize."

Regardless of what these people thought in their hearts, and regardless of whether they had ever looked down on Messiah, this young girl, they now had to maintain respect in front of her.

This is a sign of respect for the strongest.

Even though they knew that this supreme being was almost devoid of human emotions, at least basic respect was still necessary.

God may not care, but man cannot afford not to care.

"Ah."

Messiah nodded slightly and said, "Lord Isnar."

"Your Majesty."

“There are signs of Abyss Walkers near the Isnar Empire.”

"I will send someone to investigate... cough cough."

The old emperor couldn't help but cough a few times, swallowing the blood in his mouth, his voice somewhat hoarse: "Thank you for the reminder, Your Majesty."

"Ah."

Messiah nodded slightly, then looked at the King of Avia: "Lord Avia."

"Your Majesty."

"Pay attention to the situation of the Elf race and the Apopters of Death."

"Yes."

In this way, although the Vatican will not interfere in the internal affairs of various countries, it has the highest right to intervene when it comes to believers of evil gods.

After meeting with the heads of state, everyone took their leave, the projection disappeared, and Messiah rose and headed to the library.

The church library is enormous, with a vast and comprehensive collection of books. Scholars from all over the world spend their entire lives seeking entry into this library, hoping to retrieve even a tiny grain of millet from its boundless ocean of knowledge.

Messiah loved reading from a young age. However, she also loved many other things, including music, dance, and even cooking.

At that time, Messiah was a girl as radiant as the most beautiful falling flower in the world.

But the Messiah of today finds it difficult to empathize with the past.

She simply flipped through books to pass the time.

Night fell.

Messiah returned to her palace, but instead of going to bed, she sat down at her desk and began flipping through her letters once again.

But what's the point?

Messiah didn't know either.

She simply wanted to do it.

The last vestiges of humanity drove her to do these things, while the overwhelming divinity told her that none of them mattered.

He read through the letters one by one until the last one, which was the latest letter from Lorian.

He now has a new name, or perhaps he has reverted to his previous name; in any case, he is now called Loran.

Lorian said he had adopted a child, the child of Rand Bernette. He knew this himself; he had glimpsed a sliver of destiny—this child, named Charlotte, would become a leader of a new era.

It was for this reason that she instructed the nearby Papacy to inform Rand of Lorian's location.

Otherwise, how could Rand have found Lorian, who was elusive and had not been in contact for many years?

By now, that girl named Charlotte should be studying at Saint Casta.

Saint Casta, the school of Lundilan. If every eighth-order saint has their own territory, then Saint Casta is Lundilan's territory.

As the best school in the Eastern Continent, Saint Casta naturally has sufficient teachers, but Messiah felt that these teachers were somewhat inadequate.

She had wanted to bring this leader of the new era under her wing and personally mentor him, but ultimately chose to give up, because fate told her that it was not appropriate for her to interfere too much in this matter.

However, she knew someone who was outside of her destiny.

Lorian.

If it were him, he would also be able to take on the responsibility of teaching this child named Charlotte.

That is why Messiah sent Charlotte to Loran's side.

Is Lorian teaching in San Casta now?

Messiah remembered the latest intelligence. She tilted her head, pondered for a moment, and then remembered that she had a good friend who also taught there.

Christine.

If it were the Messiah of the past, she would probably already feel a sense of crisis, but the Messiah of today doesn't. Therefore, she cannot understand her past self, nor can she understand this love that ended without fruition.

She remained silent for a while, then got up and summoned her maid.

"Your Majesty."

"Is the Saint Casta Duel Tournament about to begin?"

"It will be at the end of June, Your Majesty."

"Ah."

Messiah nodded slightly and then said, "Make the arrangements. I will be present at this competition."

The maid remained outwardly calm, but inwardly she was somewhat surprised: Why would His Majesty be interested in such a thing?

But no matter what, the maid never questioned Messiah.

The supreme god among men cannot err.

Therefore, Your Majesty must have had a deeper meaning in doing this.

The maid thought to herself.

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“所以，你的意思每^日.发！书，群【6`5,0/5^0”2*3>3.8】是，那是来自卡迪亚的风格？”

"Yes."

Ms. Sis nodded and looked at Loran: "According to my research, the patterns on this clothing and the architectural style can only have appeared in the ancient kingdom of Cadia a thousand years ago."

"After the fall of Cadia, Isnar and Tria inherited its legacy, but both made significant changes to the architecture, clothing, and other aspects of it, based on the Cadia style. If your description is accurate, then this can only be a style from Cadia."

Loran tapped the table lightly, lost in thought. Teacher Xisi asked curiously, "Where did you see this pattern and style? As far as I know, there are very few Kadia-style buildings left on the continent, and only a few pieces of clothing with this complete pattern are still preserved among the elves."

Indeed, although Kadia is an ancient kingdom from a thousand years ago, a thousand years is not a very long time for the elves, and some ancient elves have indeed come from a thousand years ago. It's just that the elves don't care so much about history, since each of them is a living history, so very few people preserve historical artifacts.

Loran simply shook his head at Siss's curiosity. He had no intention of revealing everything about the mysterious city for the time being. After all, he hadn't investigated it thoroughly, nor did he know if there were any dangers there or what its connection was with Olivia.

Since Loran was unwilling to elaborate, Xisi didn't press further. Although elves are often perceived as having cold faces and low emotional intelligence, that's simply because they have long lifespans and are therefore somewhat oblivious. Someone like Teacher Xisi, who lives in human society and is a teacher at that, certainly doesn't have low emotional intelligence.

Since the other party was unwilling to talk about it, she didn't want to pry, and simply said, "Come find me if you need anything else."

"Yes. Thank you very much, Professor Xisi."

"Just a little thing."

Chapter 96: Further Exploration of the Mysterious City

After saying goodbye to Ms. Siss, Loran returned once again to Olivia's Wonderland (crossed out) Twilight Library.

Strangely enough, although the outside world appears peaceful and serene when you open the door, the inside of the library is still a scene of ruins.

Very strange.

However, to learn more about the relationship between this city and Olivia, we'll probably have to continue exploring.

While rubbing Olivia's head, Loran pondered.

Olivia squinted, gently wiggling her little feet, looking very happy. Although she usually had a carefree demeanor, Loran knew that Olivia was just like a child inside.

"Olivia".

"Ok?"

"Let's go out and take a look."

"Ok!"

Although her expression remained unchanged, Loran could tell that Olivia was quite looking forward to going out. This was understandable; anyone would be excited when a girl who was confined to the library all day finally had the chance to leave.

For some reason, Olivia still couldn't open that door on her own. This only strengthened Loran's conviction that the city outside was inextricably linked to Olivia.

Dragons have very long lifespans. A thousand years is an incredibly long time for humans, but it is not a long time for long-lived creatures.

Elves reach adulthood at five hundred years old, while dragons take a thousand years to reach adulthood.

Compared to these immortal beings, human saints only have a lifespan of five hundred years.

The long lifespan results in a difficulty in improving strength; even adult dragons and elves are only at the Gold rank.

An elf like Estia, who reached the seventh rank at the age of five hundred, is already exceptionally talented.

Fate is ultimately fair; humans possess the fastest growth rate but also the shortest lifespan. Long-lived species, on the other hand, grow slowly over countless years, but upon reaching adulthood, they possess at least a fifth-tier strength, with some even reaching the sixth tier through hard work.

However, due to the large number of humans, the combat power of the different races is not significantly different at the Gold rank, while humans have an overwhelming advantage at the Silver and Bronze ranks.

As for the demon race, their advancement method is different from all other races. They have an ability called the Abyss Path, which allows them to gain more power by hunting down their own kind, with a maximum level of six.

The demon race suffers from severe internal strife, but each demon possesses formidable combat power; demons below the Saint level can even fight three opponents of the same rank.

As for the saints, they are all seasoned foxes, and it would be difficult to defeat them one-on-one without a long battle.

Unless it's that deranged seventh-tier Abyss Walker that Loran fought before.

That's embarrassing. Even the weakest Tier 7 shouldn't get solo killed within a few hours.

In short, if Olivia is indeed a dragon from an ancient kingdom a thousand years ago, then she would likely have reached adulthood by now, possessing at least the strength of a Gold-ranked being. However, after careful examination, Loran found that Olivia's strength was only at the fourth rank.

So, she's actually a minor?

This is strange. It is known that Cadia perished a thousand years ago. As to how Cadia perished, the various races are vague about it, even the elves and dragons don't have many records, let alone the dwarves who only live for three hundred years and the demons who are always killing.

It's estimated that only a few of the oldest among the old gods, such as the Elf Queen, the Dragon King, and the Lord of the Lich King's Court of the Demon Clan, would know about these things.

However, what we do know is that Cadia perished a thousand years ago, meaning that the city must have been at least a thousand years old.

If Olivia was indeed born in this city, then she should be an adult by now.

Of course, there are many other possibilities. For example, Olivia might not be the dragon from a thousand years ago, but rather have some other connection to this city. Or perhaps time is frozen here, preventing Olivia from growing up as she would have in other times.

But no matter what, knowing that this was the city of Kadia didn't reduce the mysteries; in fact, it made them even more numerous.

Loran sighed.

Although these things are essentially none of his business, and the system doesn't necessarily require him to uncover Olivia's secrets—after all, it's just a side quest.

But Loran still chose to continue the investigation. If I had to give a reason, it would probably be because... he had nothing better to do anyway.

"Since we're already here, and we're just killing time anyway, we might as well take care of the kids." This is a sentiment that no Chinese person can resist.

Even though Loran has been reincarnated, some things are still hard to erase.

So, since we're already here, and we're just killing time anyway, we might as well go out and have a stroll.

And so, Loran led Olivia out of the library.

Ah, the reason we're holding hands is because, for some reason, Loran has to hold Olivia's hand to push this library away. It's definitely not because Loran is a lolicon.

Lorraine declared that he was a respectable person!

Outside, the noise continued, the world was in turmoil, yet there was a sense of peace. A lazy atmosphere permeated the entire city, causing Loran to squint.

This feeling reminded him of a long time ago, in the border town in the afternoon, when he, Rand, and several other comrades, after finishing their shift, were arm in arm in the back, drinking themselves into a stupor in a tavern, discussing which girl was pretty.

Whenever this happens, others always slap themselves on the head, saying that they are too young to be learning bad things, and that young girls should let the adults talk to them first.

Lorraine would retort, saying that it would be a miracle if a bunch of rough men like you could find a partner.

Then the group started playfully fighting.

And then? Those men indeed never found wives, because they died on the battlefield. In the end, only he and Rand remained of the group.

Now Rand is gone too.

This feeling is like it was more than ten years ago, in the wilderness at night, Christine was grilling meat, Estia was finding fruit, he and Messiah set up their tent, and they just watched the moon and the stars.