I am the heroine's godfather!

"Well......"

"There are generally only two types of lost magic. One type is that it was optimized out due to innovation in the magic world, and the other type is that it was too difficult to learn, so there were no successors, and it was slowly lost. In fact, the latter is only a minority. It's just that these magics were discovered by chance and found to be very powerful, which made them very famous, giving you the illusion that lost magic is always very strong."

"Hmm...I see."

"Well, if you really want to learn lost magic, I can teach you."

"Hey?"

Charlotte asked in confusion, "Can I learn it too?"

"Hmm, it's a very simple little magic."

Loran thought for a moment: "The effect is probably to prevent myself from being bitten by mosquitoes."

"Isn't this wonderful magic?!"

Miss Charlotte, who is plagued by mosquitoes, says she really wants to learn!

Amito silently turned his face away.

Loran gave a strange smile: "Are you sure?"

"Uh-huh!"

Even if the side effect of this magic is that it leaves me with a persistent, pungent odor?

"Hmmm... hm?"

Charlotte froze. Looking at the stunned Charlotte, Loran said quietly, "This magic is so terrible because its side effects are too great that nobody uses it, and it has slowly fallen out of use!"

For a moment, the atmosphere at the dining table became somewhat heavy.

"Pfft..."

After a long silence, Amito couldn't help but laugh, and then Loran also broke down in laughter: "Hahahaha, want to learn again, my little Charlotte? I can teach you, hahahaha... ha, ha..."

Seeing the loss of luster in Miss Charlotte's eyes, Lorraine's laughter gradually subsided. After a long while, he silently lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry, I was wrong. I got carried away."

"......Humph!"

Thankfully, Charlotte remembered that she was going to see the snow-capped mountains today and didn't want to let it spoil her good mood, so she didn't hold Lorraine's offense against her. Otherwise, Lorraine would have been in big trouble!

After breakfast, the two went upstairs to change into warmer clothes, grabbed their trekking poles, and prepared for their hike with Loran.

Loran could naturally use magic to protect the two of them from the cold and heat. But that would ruin the real experience of climbing a snow-capped mountain, so Loran didn't do that.

However, fearing that Charlotte might get cold, Lorraine repeatedly instructed Charlotte to tell him if she felt cold.

"Are you really not coming up with us?"

Loran glanced at Amito one last time, and the bard shook his head: "No."

"OK then."

"If you encounter other people like you who are going to see the snow while you are climbing the mountain, please give them my greetings."

"......Um."

Lorraine and Charlotte left the inn and headed towards the snow-capped mountains.

"Mr. Amity is such a good man."

On the way, Charlotte suddenly remarked, "He even asked us to say hello to the people he might not know who went to see the snow with him."

Loran was silent for a moment, then looked at the snow-capped mountain that had always stood there, and chuckled, "Yes, that's certainly true."

The Hiscana Mountains are a very long mountain range that stretches across several countries, and the one that Loran and his group were going to climb was not the highest one.

The highest one is located within the Isnar Empire and is known as the mountain where dragons dwell.

Yes, there was indeed a dragon, but unfortunately it was a fire dragon.

Loran was also very shocked at the time. Why would a fire dragon live on a snow mountain? The fire dragon said that he was kicked out of the house by his wife and dared not go back. He was also afraid of being found by his wife, so he lived in such a place.

Um... So even dragons can be henpecked?

The then-young Lorraine was shocked.

In short, although this is not the highest mountain in the Hiscana Mountains, its scenery is indeed quite beautiful. Lorraine and Charlotte traversed the forest at the foot of the mountain, which was home to all sorts of exotic plants, and as the altitude gradually increased, the surroundings became increasingly desolate.

Charlotte was actually quite tired after climbing this far. Loran chuckled and cast a spell to restore the little girl's strength.

Charlotte wasn't being pretentious; she didn't insist on climbing up on her own, since they were there for tourism, not to challenge themselves.

After Loran cast a spell on them, their climbing pace quickened, and they ascended much further. If it weren't for Loran's magic, Miss Charlotte would probably have suffered from altitude sickness.

Once you reach a certain altitude, one more step and you'll step into snow that never melts.

"Loran! It's snow!"

Charlotte, who lived in the warm south, had never seen such a view before and shouted excitedly. Lorraine laughed and said, "If we go up a little further, we'll reach the top."

"Ok!"

Stepping on the snow, Miss Charlotte inevitably stumbled a little, and she accidentally fell to the ground, burying her face in the snow. When she resurfaced, her face was red from the cold and covered in snow.

Lorraine laughed heartlessly, while Miss Charlotte glared angrily at the scoundrel. Then, her small eyes darted around, and she pointed into the distance: "Lorraine, look!"

"what? What?"

Lorraine looked in the direction Charlotte was pointing. Charlotte smiled mischievously, picked up a snowball, and threw it at Lorraine, who was still looking around.

"Ouch!"

Furious after being pelted with snow, Loran picked up a clump of snow and cried out, "Charlotte, don't run away!"

"A little bit!"

Miss Charlotte quickly got up, made a face at Lorraine, and ran towards the top of the mountain. Unfortunately, she forgot that she was walking on snow, slipped, and fell to the ground again.

The girl didn't rush to get up, but instead cried out in pain. Lorraine was startled: "Charlotte, what's wrong? Are you alright? Where did you fall?"

However, the girl did not reply. Lorraine hurriedly came to check, just then Charlotte suddenly stood up and threw the snow she had been holding in her hand at Lorraine's face.

"Hehehe, Loran, you've fallen for my trap!"

However, the smug girl didn't receive a response from Lorraine. Upon closer inspection, she noticed that Lorraine's face was now gloomy. Charlotte then realized that her earlier joke about being injured had gone too far. She timidly said "I'm sorry," and lowered her head, not daring to look at Lorraine's reaction.

However, the next moment, she suddenly felt a chill on her neck, and then it felt like something turned into water and seeped into her clothes, making her shiver.

At this moment, Loran's laughter finally came: "Hahaha, didn't expect that, Charlotte? This is my path to revenge!"

"Loran!"

The girl's cry awakened the ice and snow that had been sleeping here for thousands of years, and, accompanied by the cold wind, gradually rose into the high and clear blue sky.

Chapter 19 Bauhinia Blossoms

After some playful roughhousing, Miss Charlotte was finally tired. Her little face was flushed, whether from the cold or exhaustion, it was hard to tell. Loran carried Charlotte on his back, and Charlotte looked very excited, pointing to the mountaintop: "Loran, let's go!"

"Oh!!!"

Lorraine was happy to play along with Charlotte, and with a burst of speed, he rushed to the top of the mountain. Upon reaching the summit, what came into view was an even higher mountain in the distance.

"There's another mountain behind the first one!"

Charlotte was quite surprised, but Lorraine looked in the other direction and remained silent. Charlotte noticed Lorraine's unusual expression, so she turned to look as well, and then also fell silent.

On the snow-capped mountain, amidst the cold wind, the bauhinia flowers are in full bloom. The green grass, surrounded by ice and snow, displays vibrant life, and the bauhinia flowers bloom on the grass, clustering around a wooden house, singing a song of life.

After a long silence, Charlotte murmured to herself, "Is this... a miracle?"

"Who knows?"

Lorraine chuckled softly, "Let's go, Charlotte, let's go take a look."

"Uh-huh!"

Stepping onto the lush green grass, Lorraine and Charlotte first noticed the change in temperature. Just a step away, it felt as if they had stepped from the depths of winter into spring, greeted by the warmth of spring and the breath of life.

Looking up, Loran and Charlotte saw a woman with long, deep purple hair facing the easel.

Charlotte was somewhat confused. Were the people living here mountain gods?

Loran led her closer to the woman.

The woman seemed to hear footsteps behind her and asked in a voice as warm as a spring breeze: "Traveler from afar, may I tell you what the snow-capped mountains look like in your eyes?"

Charlotte looked at Lorraine, puzzled, and seeing that he didn't say anything, she continued, "It's very high, it feels like it reaches straight up to the sky! And then, below the mountain are lush green forests, while the mountaintop is covered in snow..."

As Charlotte described it, the woman's brush moved slightly, and the outline of the snow-capped mountain was sketched. To Charlotte's astonishment, a snow-capped mountain, seemingly identical to the one she had seen, leaped onto the paper.

"Amazing!"

Charlotte couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, and the woman turned around: "I'm glad you like it."

"what!"

Charlotte let out a surprised cry, only then realizing that the painter's eyes were completely lifeless.

"You, what is this...?"

"As you can see, I am blind."

The artist simply smiled faintly: "Therefore, I cannot see what the snow-capped mountains look like with my own eyes, and can only draw the snow-capped mountains in the words of travelers based on their descriptions."

"...You're really amazing!"

Charlotte offered a genuine exclamation of admiration, but the painter simply smiled serenely. Charlotte then asked, "Why do you live here? And how did this place come to be...?"

"How can it be so warm and full of life, right?"

"......Um!"

"This one..."

The artist seemed to be reminiscing about something. After a long while, a smile mixed with nostalgia and sweetness appeared on her face: "This is a gift bestowed upon me by the Mountain God."

"Mountain God!"

Charlotte gasped in surprise. The painter seemed puzzled, so Charlotte recounted the celebration they had attended down the mountain. The painter paused for a moment, then said, "I see. Are such celebrations still held these days?"

"Mmm, it's very lively!"

"Yeah......"

The artist fell silent, but Charlotte continued, "Then, artist sister, where is the Mountain God now?"

"Well, I'm not too sure about that either."

The artist said softly, "I'm waiting for him too."

Charlotte fell silent for a moment. For some reason, she didn't sense much sadness from the beautiful painter, only a faint melancholy.

Do you think he'll come back?

The artist asked softly, as if asking Charlotte, or perhaps asking about the cold wind and snow on the mountaintop.

Charlotte didn't know how to answer, but a voice came from beside her.

"He may never come back."

It seems to be addressed to the painter, or perhaps to the cold wind and snow atop the mountain, so that they may carry to the one who is waiting: "Perhaps he will return 'tomorrow'."

The artist froze, opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end only let out a sigh: "I see..."

Having stayed on the mountain, watching the sunset cast its glow before being obscured by even higher peaks, Charlotte had fallen asleep from exhaustion. Carrying the girl on his back, Lorraine bid farewell to the painter.

After taking a few steps, where the painter couldn't hear, Loran spoke softly, "Aren't you going to take a look?"

"..."

A cold wind howled, and in the snow, the elf's figure appeared silently. He looked at Loran with a complicated expression: "You are stronger than I thought."

"I only have a slight understanding of the art of concealment."

"That's it."

Amit knew that Loran wasn't telling the truth. After all, his concealment technique was impossible for ordinary seventh-tier cultivators to see through, though an eighth-tier cultivator might be able to. But how rare were eighth-tier cultivators these days? Apart from the saintess who had already reached the ninth-tier demigod level, there were only the old headmaster of Saint Casta, the oldest lich lord among the four kings of the demon race, the queen of the elves, and several elders of the dragon race.

The eighth rank is almost the pinnacle of the mortal world.

How could this person be an eighth-rank individual? There must be something special about them.

But he didn't delve into the matter. Instead, he looked into the distance, towards the place where the bauhinia flowers bloomed: "How can I possibly go see her now?"

"Is it because of the corruption of evil gods?"