I am the heroine's godfather!

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He waved his hand again, and an even larger ball of flame appeared: "This is a mid-level magic fireball, which is composed of one hundred fire elemental magic factors."

"As for the advanced magic Flame Judgment, it is a super-large fireball spell composed of ten thousand fire element magic factors. And the forbidden spell Heavenly Fire Fall is a super-super-large fireball spell composed of one hundred million fire element magic factors."

"So Charlotte, magic, in essence, is a combination of magical factors."

"Of course, this is just the most basic stuff."

Loran extinguished the flames on his hands: "But you don't need to know so much yet. What we're going to learn today is the true introduction to magic. Now, close your eyes, hold your breath, and feel the magic flowing within your body."

Charlotte closed her eyes and entered a wondrous state.

Loran watched with some curiosity, thinking that Charlotte seemed to have quite a lot of magic, so it shouldn't be too difficult.

I bet three hours.

Loran was confident, thinking that it had taken him a full four hours to feel the magic back then, so it was good that Charlotte was an hour faster than him, right?

Could it be that I can feel the magic within two hours?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

Two hours later, Charlotte opened her eyes: "Lorraine!"

"Ok?"

"I can feel it! It feels like something warm is moving inside my body!"

"hiss......"

Loran gasped. What happened? He sensed it already?

No, I know you're the female lead, but this is ridiculous...

Lorraine suddenly thought of her friend again, and thought that Charlotte didn't seem so outrageous after all.

After all, his good friend was the kind of person who could feel magic power as soon as he entered meditation!

With such a cheater in front of us, Charlotte doesn't seem so outrageous anymore.

Loran cleared his throat: "Okay, very good. Now Charlotte, try to guide your magic to capture the magical elements in the atmosphere."

Following Loran's instructions, Charlotte attempted to use magic to capture magical elements.

She sensed the abundant magical energy around her, a chaotic mix of various elements.

As her magic probed in, some magical elements moved away, but others gradually drew closer.

It was a gentle, faintly fluorescent magical energy.

On the other side, Loran, who was using his mental power to sense Charlotte's condition with his eyes closed, rubbed his chin, thinking that Charlotte seemed to have a strong attraction to light-attribute magic factors.

That's true, light is a common element for female protagonists.

As Loran pondered this, he kept an eye on Charlotte's situation.

This was Charlotte's first attempt at capturing magical energy, so it was naturally quite difficult. The magical energy was hard to capture; every time Charlotte tried to use her magic to capture it, it would dissipate.

Just as Charlotte was getting a little anxious, she suddenly felt someone hug her from behind.

Charlotte was startled, and then she heard Loran's voice in her ear: "Pay attention, concentrate."

Although her face flushed slightly from Lorraine's warm breath, Charlotte quickly recovered and focused as Lorraine had instructed.

Loran took her hand and guided her magic to capture magical elements.

With Loran's help, Charlotte found it much easier to capture magical energy. A moment later, Charlotte opened her eyes, a ball of light appearing in her hand.

"Lorraine, look!"

"Hmm, not bad."

Loran released Charlotte: "It probably captured three or four magic factors. Hmm, although it doesn't have much offensive power, it can still be used as a light bulb."

"......Humph!"

Seeing Charlotte get angry again for some reason, Loran scratched his head, not quite understanding.

Chapter 10 Letters and Royal Banquet Invitations

That evening, Lorraine sat at her desk and picked up her pen.

[Dear Sister, Greetings.]

Spring has arrived again, and I imagine the flowers at home are blooming once more. I think those blooming flowers will surely accentuate my sister's beauty.

Recently, the daughter of my friend whom I mentioned before contacted me. I adopted her and plan to teach her some magic.

However, I still have some concerns about whether I can raise her into a proper lady, so I would like to seek your help.

I hope you will reply as soon as possible after seeing this letter.

Your brother, Loran.

With a sigh, Loran waved his hand, and the letter appeared in the mailbox outside. Then Loran took out another piece of paper.

[Messiah, Greetings]

How have you been lately? The weather in the Holy City is like spring all year round; I hope you're feeling the same way.

As he wrote this, Loran couldn't help but laugh.

That guy's mood was indeed very similar to the weather in the Holy City; nothing was going to change.

Loran shook his head and continued writing:

Remember Charlotte I mentioned before? She's officially started learning magic now. She's quite talented; while not as freakish as you, I think she's still excellent.

After rambling on about some trivial matters in the letter, Lorraine put down his pen.

Nothing major has happened recently, except that the followers of the Fallen Lord have been quite active, but it's nothing serious, and I'll handle it.

Looking forward to your reply.

【Loran】

After writing the last few words, Loran sighed.

Looking forward to your reply?

Ah, we all know there won't be a reply.

He looked at the slightly yellowed letter beside his desk. It was a letter from a time long ago, when they were no longer the way they were now, written to him by his friend, the great saintess.

[Loran, Greetings]

Yesterday, a heavy rainstorm hit my city, accompanied by thunder that crashed against the distant mountains, sounding like the ancient tolling of a bronze bell, its echoes resonating long and deep.

The leaves after the rain radiated the glow of life, the grass raised its head, brushing away the dewdrops, and the flowers bloomed brightly.

And at that very moment, I thought of you.

Messiah.

But later Lorraine learned that her city was a holy site of the church, that sacred city.

How could it rain in the holy city?

who knows.

Perhaps only Messiah herself knows why she wrote that letter back then.

Loran sighed.

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Life in this small country is generally relaxed, so what happened in Sicana was a rare major event.

Time flies by like flowing water, and a week has passed in the blink of an eye.

Charlotte's magic was also steadily improving; Loran had taught her some basic spells. Charlotte was now considered a first-tier mage.

Yes, you're ready to work at the patrol station.

Although Charlotte became a magician very easily, learning magic is still a matter that depends a lot on talent. Sixty percent of people have no magical talent at all, and most of the remaining forty percent can only reach the first or second rank, which is the Bronze rank. The Silver rank above that is out of reach for many people.

Sikana is a second-tier mage who wants revenge, but his enemy has a third-tier silver-rank mage. Sikana's talent is insufficient to break through to the silver rank, which is why he sought the help of the evil god.

The next rank, Gold, allows one to secure a prominent position in one of the world's largest countries. As for the seventh and eighth ranks, those are known as Saints and can receive honorific titles; they are among the most elite people in the entire world.

As for the ninth rank, which is known as the demigod class, only the saintess Messiah has reached this level among all humans.

In short, Charlotte has now officially stepped into the realm of the extraordinary.

That day, Loran was idly sitting in his shop when a group of well-dressed men suddenly knocked on his door.

"Hello, what would you like to order?"

Loran said weakly that he hadn't slept well last night and was still feeling tired.

"Loran Morganfleur?"

"Hmm, what's wrong?"

"By order of His Majesty the King, you are invited to attend the banquet three days from now."

"what?"

Chapter 11 The Beginning of the Banquet

Three days later, the king's banquet arrived as scheduled. Lorraine and Charlotte put on their formal attire.

Loran's formal attire was made several years ago, but because he didn't particularly enjoy attending banquets, he hadn't worn it much. Although for those nobles, formal attire was a disposable item, worn only once and never again, Loran himself hadn't picked up this bad habit of the feudal landowning class.

To show how much he valued it, Lorraine even shaved his beard.

After cleaning the stubble off his face, Loran looked much younger, and with the clothes that suited his figure perfectly, he looked like a noble young man from the upper class.

Charlotte stared blankly at Lorraine's clean-shaven face for a long while, until Lorraine called her name with a puzzled look, and Charlotte finally came to her senses.

Then, in a firm tone, he told Loran not to be so sloppy in the future and to shave his stubble clean every day!

Although she was somewhat puzzled by this, Loran still chose to listen to her daughter.

As for Charlotte's dress, it was a new seasonal piece that Loran bought from the best dress shop in the capital. Although it was expensive, it was a mass-produced item and not nearly as good as a truly custom-made piece.

However, time was too tight, and the custom-made dress simply couldn't be made in time, so Loran had no choice but to make Charlotte wear this kind of dress instead.

While Lorraine found the dress rather ordinary, it was an unimaginably luxurious piece for Miss Charlotte. Even before the misfortunes befell her family, when she was still a noblewoman, she had never worn such fine clothes.

However, Charlotte's family wasn't exactly a major noble family at the time.

In short, Miss Charlotte was still a little hesitant about spending money on such a luxurious dress: "Should we really buy such an expensive dress?"

"We're just getting started."

Loran quickly straightened his clothes, and then, though he wanted to ruffle Charlotte's hair, he looked at the girl's carefully styled hair and considered the consequences of doing so. In the end, Loran restrained his impulsive hand: "I'll give you a nicer set another day."

“...Loran.”

Charlotte narrowed her eyes: "Tell me the truth, our family isn't very rich, is it?"

"Ahem, since you've found out, I won't hide it from you anymore. Actually, I am a high-ranking nobleman of the Isnar Empire, with a very wealthy family. However, I was framed by a villain and have fallen to this state. Give me fifty copper coins. When I return to the empire, I will reward you handsomely."

Charlotte rolled her eyes at the guy who was spouting nonsense again. The Isnar Empire was one of the most powerful nations on the entire continent. The Kingdom of Antaya, where they were now, was just a small country. Even the King of Antaya had to show respect to a viscount of the Isnar Empire!

You call yourself a high-ranking nobleman of the Isnar Empire? Why don't you just say you're a big shot in the Papacy?

However, Loran's strength is indeed very strong. Charlotte speculates that he may be about the same as the knight commander who is about to reach the gold rank, or perhaps a little weaker.

After all, the strongest person in Charlotte's mind was that knight commander.

Knight Commander: I'll fight Loran, really?

Lorraine didn't say much, but glanced at the pendant adorning Charlotte's swan-like white neck and felt that it wasn't quite obvious enough.

The pendant was a sea-blue jewel, within which a griffin with outstretched wings could be faintly seen.

Loran rubbed his chin, deciding to leave it at that. Understated luxury with substance suited his aesthetic.

Besides, in this rural area, it's unlikely that anyone would recognize this thing.

AUV, no wonder you call yourself the emperor! You call the royal capital a backwater in your mouth.

Since it was the king's banquet, as his guests, Loran and Charlotte naturally didn't need to call their own carriage. Boarding a carriage bearing the royal insignia, Loran and Charlotte officially headed to the palace.

When they arrived at the palace, it seemed that a lot of nobles had already gathered there. Many noblewomen got off their carriages at the palace gate and then found their friends to chat about everyday things.

Upon seeing the royal carriage arrive, the nearby nobles maintained the most basic etiquette.