The hero's gender is yet to be determined after rebirth.

The two, who live in seclusion, are usually very low-key. The visitors weren't uninvited guests, but their arrival was... well, let's just say it was a unique way of making their entrance.

Whoosh——————

An arrow whistled through the air with tremendous force, piercing the outer layer of defensive magic of the hut and embedding itself firmly in the wooden door with a thud.

Warning: A major magical operation.

Jason, who was huddled in a corner of the room preparing a potion, perked up, put on the Great Sage's robe, and went out.

He had already guessed who it was and waved his hand to suppress the magic defense system that was about to rebound.

Aisser quickly picked up the baby and went out to greet them.

"A single arrow pierces the clouds, and a thousand armies come to meet you." Jason shouted as he went out, "The letter arrived so early, why is it taking so long?"

"I arrived as soon as Mu Zhe's memorial service at the Tree of Life was over," a quick-witted female voice said. "Haha, you still remember what that guy said?"

Her slender figure, like that of a deer, leaped quickly a few times and arrived in front of the wooden house in the blink of an eye.

The elven girl was dressed in a light green archer's outfit, clean, neat, and simple, looking exactly the same as she had two years ago. Of course, given the long lifespan of elves, even twenty years later, there would be no significant change.

“Sylph!” Jason and Ethers’ eyes welled up with tears as they were about to hug the newcomer.

"Don't hold me yet, I want to hold the baby!" Sylph's eyes welled with tears as she smiled and took the swaddled baby from Athena, carefully cradling it in her arms. "Oh my, this child is so beautiful. His skin is even whiter and smoother than ours elves, his eyes are big and round, and his eyelashes are as long as yours—no, incredibly long!"

Comparisons are odious, and Lorenwei felt that this woman's embrace couldn't compare to Aisser's.

However, it's nice to change things up once in a while.

Especially when held in the arms of a former teammate, the unique ethereal fragrance of that fairy-like girl permeates the nose, like the tree of life gently caressing, making one feel comfortable and at ease.

Laughter filled the cabin that evening.

Sylph brought precious wine from the Forest of Life, and even Jason, who usually doesn't drink, started drinking it.

Ether was worried about the baby, so she didn't drink alcohol, but she did drink juice with him.

"That idiot! That idiot! That idiot!" Sylph was drunk, slamming her fist on the table and banging on her silver wine cup, cursing incessantly.

Jason swayed as he said, “At least he fulfilled his wish in your arms before he left.”

"No, I didn't fulfill his wish..." Sylph cried, throwing herself into Aisses's arms and nuzzling her head against her. "I'm so envious of you, so envious, so envious..."

All night long, baby Lorenwei didn't cry or fuss; she just sat there quietly, lost in thought.

……

That night, Jason slept in the woodshed. Ethers, Sylph, and the baby slept together.

"Huh? Why won't the baby nurse?" Aisser noticed something was wrong.

The next day, watching their baby slurp up the porridge from the spoon, the couple finally felt relieved: the baby was weaned.

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Northern part of the mainland.

A spatial rift appeared at the foot of the cold Master Mountain.

A two- or three-year-old child, completely naked, fell out.

Finally, space has torn open! Where am I? Is there any food?

To avoid attracting unnecessary trouble, the Demon King's successor, Melan, tried her best to restrain her magic power, and the wings on her back folded into her body.

But having relied solely on meager magical power and without any food for a year, she was too weak and collapsed onto the black earth dotted with snow and frost.

After an unknown amount of time, the faint sounds of human language reached their ears.

The old woman's voice said, "Who could be so cruel as to abandon such a young girl in the cold weather? Luckily, we saw her."

"Life is tough, her parents probably abandoned her on purpose, they even took her clothes." The old man's voice said.

"Lowly human!" Meilan struggled to get up, only to find herself nestled in the old woman's arms, wrapped in clothes and a tattered blanket for warmth.

The old man brought over a bowl of thin wheat porridge, and hesitated, saying, "I don't know if she can eat it..."

Hmph! Lowly humans! Forget eating your porridge! Even warming myself in your arms would be an insult to a noble pure-blooded demon like myself!

……

……

...It smells so good!

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Peaceful days always pass quickly; time flies.

The Sword Saint Warrior is reborn. Lorenve, the child of the Great Sage and the Cardinal, is fourteen years old!

Lorenwei, with her long, light blue hair cascading over her shoulders, stood in front of the mirror, blinking her large eyes. The bright, beautiful figure reflected in the mirror was captivating. Looking left and right, she became increasingly charming.

Lorenwei: "This Sword Saint Hero is just... too cute!"

Chapter 011 Dreams as Horses, Galloping Towards Poetry and Distant Places

The handsome and dashing sage and the beautiful and charming cardinal, two exceptional genes combined, their offspring were truly outstanding.

Lorenwei was quite satisfied with her looks. She could be both strong and gentle, and never lacked for a gigolo's money. She could be a devoted admirer and a frequent visitor to brothels.

However, there are significant problems with the cultivation of skills.

In terms of magical training, Jansen and Aisser had assessed her abilities; her stats were excellent, and her magical affinity was high, even surpassing theirs by a significant margin. However, Lorenwei's progress was very slow; it was as if her mind wasn't functioning properly. She consistently struggled with various magical spells, especially the mental manipulation of elements, and could only use low-level magic. In Lorenwei's words: "Her looks are like a flower, but her studies are terrible."

In terms of physical skills, especially swordsmanship, her physique showed absolutely no martial arts talent according to the character's stats. In fact, even a paladin examined her, and the knight concluded that neither her physique nor her potential indicated that Lorenwei was cut out for martial arts. However, Lorenwei's mastery of physical skills, particularly swordsmanship, progressed by leaps and bounds, resulting in formidable offensive power. In Lorenwei's words: "The cuter you are, the harder you hit."

The Jensens were puzzled, but Lorenwei knew exactly what was going on.

Aisser also comforted her, saying, "It's okay, it's okay. Baby Vivi is like her great-grandmother Sylvie. She wasn't strong when she was little, but she suddenly became clear-headed after she turned sixteen."

"I hope so. But you've always wanted her to be defined as a girl, and if she practices martial arts, it doesn't match her appearance."

"Perhaps I could learn elven archery?"

"That makes sense. If you're caught in close combat, you can win with physical skills."

The couple tried to comfort themselves in various ways, but after his 14th birthday, they both felt that they had to make a change.

"Vivi, you're almost embarrassed by how much you're looking in the mirror." Jason and Aisser came over and saw Lorenvi admiring herself in the mirror.

“Ah, Jason and Mother, my apologies.” Lorenwei bowed very politely.

“Weiwei, it’s understandable that you like the gesture of respect from the hero Mu Zhe, since it’s been passed down in many places. But…” Aisser said with a hint of reproach, “You always call your father Jensen, which is a bit impolite.”

Some ordinary families do call their parents by their first names, but most people consider this impolite.

Lorenvi, who had just been admiring herself in the mirror, was in a good mood. Her big eyes fluttered and her long eyelashes flapped twice: "Mom, I don't want him to be my dad!"

"..." Jason wanted to bang his head against the wall.

"Don't talk nonsense!" Aisser immediately scolded.

“Jansen is so outstanding, he’s practically the perfect husband. As a smart person, if I had to choose someone to marry, I’d definitely choose him.” Lorenwei lowered her head, looking aggrieved, her blue ahoge drooping, her toes shuffling on the ground as she softly protested, “But I read in a book that parents are the closest people to their children, and they wouldn’t allow their daughters to marry their fathers. So, I don’t want him to be my father…”

"..." Aisser was speechless for a moment, but looked at her husband with a smile in her eyes.

"Hahahaha—" Jason was so happy he couldn't stop laughing. "She's truly my good daughter!"

"Tch, a great sage, huh? Is that all the skill he has?" Lorenwei mentally gave him the middle finger in disdain.

Unbeknownst to her, Jason had already begun to imagine the custom, as his old friend Mu Zhe had once described, of a daughter in some other world where she would bathe with her father while he scrubbed his back.

"Weiwei isn't settled yet! Why are you calling her your daughter so soon?" Aisser reminded her.

Jason chuckled incessantly: "But you said she'll be classified as a girl in the future, and it's not like I'm calling her that for the first time."

"See, she's siding with me now, right? Never mind, let's not talk about that anymore, let's get down to business." Aisser's expression turned serious as she pulled Lorenvi in ​​front of her. "Vivi, your father and I have discussed this seriously, and we think you should still go to the academy and train with everyone."

“Okay!” Lorenwei nodded vigorously.

Jason continued, "The knowledge your parents have taught you over the years should be enough to handle your school curriculum. However, now that you're 14, you must start preparing for your racial inequality."

"The Sevilles' preparations?"

“Yes, your mother has always dressed you as a girl, so it might not be obvious. But our clan has a period of similarity that lasts for two years before you turn 16, that is, after you turn 14,” Aisser said slowly. “When you wear men’s clothes, you look like a boy. When you wear women’s clothes, you look like a girl. Even your voice is the same.”

Huh? Lorenwei was stunned. The few strands of blue hair sticking up on her forehead swayed left and right like a weather vane.

"Why don't you try it on?" Aisser said to Lorenwei, and when they reached the wardrobe, she took out a set of boys' clothes that had been prepared beforehand.

This is a white outfit commonly worn by college students in mainland China. It's simple and neat, and paired with a white cape, it also gives off a somewhat heroic vibe.

"Try it on and try it on."

“Jansen is going out,” Lorenwei protested.

"Alright, alright." Jason wasn't angry at all. He pushed open the door and left temporarily, while thinking to himself: It's time to build a family bathroom. Hmm, the renovation should use the best materials...

After changing her clothes, Aisser called Jason back in.

Sure enough, Lorenwei looked completely different in front of the mirror.

He looks like a handsome young man now!

"I have a son?" Jason was stunned as he walked in the door.

However, at this moment, Lorenwei still had a lot of softness in her boyish features, like when she was masturbating, she would be holding up her pinky finger...

“During the two years from age 14 to 16, this is the characteristic of the Seville people; their appearance can give them a different feel,” Ethers explained.

"This is great..." Lorenwei looked at her reflection in the mirror and began to imagine all sorts of pranks on her classmates.

"Ah! I remember now! You were me back then!" Jason suddenly clapped his hands. "That young man who was even more handsome than me back then, the one who stole my thunder, it was you!"

"Yes, you only just found out?" Aisser looked surprised and delighted that her prank had worked so well for so many years.

"I can't believe I've been fooled by you for so many years! It turns out that both Aethers and Aether were you! My poor good brother Aether suddenly disappeared and was depressed for so long!" Jason said with some annoyance.

"Hahaha!" Aisser laughed so hard she clutched her stomach.

Lorenwei understood the gist of it and suddenly thought of a way of saying it:

Young people should strive; as the saying goes: "Give it your all in school, and even your brothers can become your wives." Middle-aged people, if they try to be ambitious, can only satisfy their haggard wives.