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

"Huh?" Lorenwei looked down, puzzled.

After being soaked twice by the hot spring water, the school uniform was almost completely drenched and clung to the skin, revealing almost the entire shape of the body.

"Ouch!" Lorenwei exclaimed, quickly pulling a mage's robe from her spatial ring and wrapping it around herself.

She hadn't even noticed how alluring her figure was after being soaked; as a lecherous old man, she was truly negligent. Lorenwei quickly looked at Kurara and Sylph again.

Kurara is covered in armor, no chance...

Unlike Kurara, who was clad in full armor, Sylph's clothes became somewhat transparent after getting wet. Fortunately, Lorenve had the breastplate she had given her for archery, which prevented the embarrassing situation of her chest being soaked.

"I'm so annoyed. Why did I have to give her a breast bra? I could have done it later." Lorenwei was frustrated.

"You're not exactly showing too much skin, you should drink more milk in the future," Kurara teased with a low laugh, thinking to herself: It's not just an A- I heard in class, it's practically flat with two thumbtacks on it.

Damn it! Kurara, how dare you make fun of me! Just you wait! Lorenwei's inner notebook began to hold a grudge.

Turning her head, Silph surprisingly turned back to the hot spring pool.

What is she doing? Lorenwei turned around and looked at her curiously.

Sylph picked up a ring from the ground—or rather, a half-damaged ring. It was the silver setting left behind after Lorenve removed the ruby.

After picking it up, Sylph carefully wiped it clean, then held it in her hand before slowly walking back.

"Don't bother with it, the silver isn't worth much," Lorenwei reminded him as she casually tossed it away.

Sylph rolled her eyes at her.

As she walked over, Lorenwei reminded her again, "Don't take it so seriously. This one was for Meilan, and it's all broken, the ruby ​​is gone. If you want it, I can make a few more. You don't need to care about things you give away casually. Or, should I have one remade?"

What's the point of keeping a broken ring? I'd rather repair it. Lorenwei reached out to take her hand back, but then she saw Sylph's triangular eyes...

"Sylph, what's wrong? Ouch—!" Lorenwei gasped and fell forward to the ground.

The culprit who tripped Lorenwei—Siluf—didn't stop, snorted, and went back to the hotel restaurant, leaving behind the words: "You can give it to whomever you want, but what I want is mine, and no one can tell me what to do or take it away."

With Kurara's help, Lorenwei groaned as she got up from the ground: "Luckily it was grass, otherwise my nose would have been ruined."

As a former Sword Saint Hero, she should have been an agile hero, yet she was tripped up so easily; her body was still too weak. Lorenwei lamented, even though she sensed it mentally, her body couldn't react in time.

"I think Sylph is jealous," Kurara said with a smile, covering her mouth.

Women are so hard to understand. Lorenwei asked, bewildered, "Huh? What's she jealous of?"

Kurara shrugged: "I don't quite understand either. Anyway, if you're nice to someone, your pet will get jealous, right? But I feel it's more than that, though I can't quite put my finger on it."

In fact, she vaguely sensed something in her heart, but she didn't say it out loud: Could it be that the kind of love that Meilan mentioned, which is not limited to gender, really exists?

Kurara also had some doubts. Perhaps love that transcends gender, that kind of affection that isn't for procreation, is the true greatness of love?

But when she thought of Loren, she became more determined and even wanted to laugh: At least my love is between men and women!

Meilan was playing around during dinner and didn't come back.

Lorenwei tried to talk to Sylph several times, but Sylph always had a gloomy face, leaving her feeling awkward.

Well, women are strange creatures. Lorenwei gave up trying to figure out why Sylph was angry.

After a good meal, it wasn't a good time to soak in the hot springs, so Kuralala dragged Sylph to exercise.

Archers and knights make good opponents for practicing tug-of-war. The two of them, evenly matched and evenly matched, represent a tug-of-war in every sense of the word…

Lorenwei quietly went to the women's changing room at the bathhouse, took a quick shower, and began to study her own gender expression when she wasn't wearing women's clothing.

Chapter 125 The desecration of yukata is unacceptable; a unique custom of the hot spring town!

The women's changing room at the bathhouse was a place Lorenwei was used to. It wasn't a matter of personality; rather, she felt uncomfortable going to the men's changing room or restroom now.

After all, for many years since her rebirth, Lorenwei had been raised as a girl by Aisser. Jason had protested, saying that Lorenwei might be masculine and needed to adapt to a male environment. But Aisser simply retorted, "How can you expect her to pee in a group of men?"

However, Lorenwei's initial thoughts remained unchanged; her desire to take advantage of women had never ceased. Now, she stood in front of the mirror in the women's changing room of the bathhouse, constantly adjusting her posture.

"This is practically an illusion without any magical fluctuations," Lorenwei exclaimed in amazement at herself in the mirror.

The Seville people have a very special transitional period between the ages of 14 and 16. They dress like men and like women, and Lorenwei now deeply understands this.

When Lorenwei is simply wrapped in a large bath towel and has no gender-specific accessories, the person in the mirror looks like a genderless person, making anyone who sees her wonder if she is a boy or a girl.

But when she took out the girl's hair ornament from the spatial ring and put it on, the reflection in the mirror that came into view, now bearing the characteristics of a girl, looked exactly like a girl shyly wrapped in a bath towel. Her chest was still flat, but her overall appearance and figure gave the impression of a girl who hadn't fully developed.

"Wow, this is amazing! Does this mean I've installed a mod?" Lorenwei exclaimed in surprise.

He changed his girlish hair accessories and put on a battle headband that only boys wear. In the mirror, he looked like a boy.

"Don't get caught." Lorenwei quickly changed back into her girlish hair ornaments. She still vividly remembered being brutally beaten by Aisses in the women's bathhouse years ago, but not as vividly as the memory of the poisoned porridge from the blonde Sylph...

If Siruf had added the line "Da Lang has taken his medicine" to his voice at that time, Mu Zhe wouldn't have felt it was out of place.

"Safety first." Lorenwei tied her hair up with another bow, feeling relieved. This double insurance prevented the hair accessory from accidentally falling off. If a genderless Lorenwei appeared in everyone's sight, the truth about Lorenwei would definitely be exposed.

After the experiment was over, she put on her women's yukata and made a point of tightening the belt before calling Kurara, Sylph, and the others.

"Puyo puyo!" Before even reaching the restaurant, the Slime King's voice could be heard.

It turned out that Meilan was feeding the slime with leftover food.

"Over here, plop!" Meilan tossed a head of lettuce high to the left.

"Puyo—" the Slime King cried out as he leaped into the air, wrapped the lettuce inside his body, and then his plump body fell back down with a thud.

Meilan threw another bunch of broccoli to the right, and the Slime King pounced on it, happily jumping and eating it.

"Are you teasing the dog?" Lorenwei asked, embarrassed. "Have you eaten yourself?"

Meilan kept her word: "I was going to feed it 80% of its usual amount, so I won't eat any more."

"Don't go hungry either," Lorenwei reminded her.

Kurara, who had already trained with Sylph and was organizing the knight's equipment, laughed and said, "No, she eats an astonishing amount of food every day."

"You should eat more. I was just kidding," Lorenwei advised Meilan. After all, she had made a bet with her.

"It seems like the hot springs are open for bathing now, do you want to go?" Lorenwei asked the girls casually, trying to control her excitement.

“Okay. Let’s all go.” Kurara readily agreed.

"Yay!" Lorenwei was overjoyed, but said calmly, "I've prepared quite a few hot spring supplies, so you can come empty-handed."

Kurara came over and tugged at Lorenvi's yukata sleeve, looking her up and down: "Hey, you're already wearing this kind of clothing? It looks great on you."

"Not bad, right?" Lorenwei turned around smugly.

"Did you wrap yourself in a thin blanket?" Meilan finished feeding the Slime King, put the sleepy creature into her bracelet, and then curiously looked at Lorenwei's clothes.

Meilan's clothes, which were originally wet, were not completely dry yet.

"This is called a yukata, not a thin blanket. You have to wear it when you're soaking in the hot spring; it's part of the ritual. There are also many activities that are more fun when you're wearing a yukata. Now that the slime-slaying mission is complete, you all need to change!" Lorenwei issued the call to action for special hot spring uniforms.

There were yukatas in the bedrooms, and the group had booked the master bedroom. Kurara and Siluf each picked one and went to the bathroom to change. The master bedroom had two bathrooms, which were conveniently separated for the two of them.

Meilan changed her clothes casually in the bedroom.

"Hey, close the window, don't let anyone see." Lorenwei quickly closed the sliding door. She shouldn't let others see her own things.

"Isn't the hot spring town only frequented by girls now?"

"That's not necessarily true," Lorenwei thought to herself. Just as she was about to say something, Meilan had already changed out of her school uniform.

Wow, wow! Thanks to the unique characteristics of the Seville people, I can enjoy such a beautiful scene. Even though Meilan isn't as feminine as Kurala, having such a beautiful woman before me has its own charm.

Lorenwei watched as Meilan changed clothes. Fortunately, she felt no physical urges, only psychological satisfaction; otherwise, she might have had a nosebleed.

"Hey? Meilan, your bra seems a little small?" Lorenwei suddenly noticed.

It's not an A anymore? It's not an A anymore? It's not an A anymore? Lorenwei's eyes widened.

"Hmm? Is it really too small?" Meilan walked up to Lorenwei, took off the last piece of clothing, and then put it back on to check. "Can you help me see how it is?"

The fact that he was a high-ranking demon unknown to others gave off a subtle allure, causing Lorenwei to stare intently at him and quickly come over to help analyze the situation.

Meilan genuinely didn't understand. How could Lorenwei allow inaccurate sizing to affect health? She immediately stood beside Meilan and explained from a scientific perspective: "Look, when it's placed here, there's some exposed fat around the chest area, almost squeezing out. This means it's not fat, it's the bra size is too small. If it were fat, it would protrude from the outer edge of the bra..."

As a LSP (Lifestyles of Sexual Misconduct), it's understandable that Lorenwei knows so much, especially since she was a pioneer in promoting the democratization of bras.

"Has anything really changed?" Meilan looked herself over; she couldn't see any difference.

Lorenwei instructed Meilan: "You can't wear underwear with a yukata. It's not just about the unsightly visible lines; it's a desecration of the yukata, a contempt for traditional culture, and a disrespect for the deceased heroes!"

"What does this have to do with heroes?" Melan didn't understand. She was already being kind enough to wear it; she had no idea about this culture. Of course, in her poor rural hometown, no one could have taught her. It wasn't until she went to the academy that she started wearing it.

"It was the brave Mu Zhe who brought the hot spring culture, and he also spread this kind of kimono-like yukata."

"Great! I don't even like wearing underwear!" Meilan happily tossed aside her underwear and grabbed her yukata, but then suddenly remembered something, "Hey, you don't wear panties either, right?"

As she spoke, she loosened her yukata, preparing to return to nature.

“Okay, it would be even more perfect if you didn’t wear it…” Lorenwei’s words had barely left her lips when Kurara, who had just changed into her yukata, came out and quickly stopped her, saying, “No, no, you have to wear it!”

Kurara quickened her pace, came to Meilan's side, draped the cherry blossom-colored yukata that had fallen to the ground over Meilan's body, and then helped her put it on.

Honestly, are you some kind of roadblock? You snatched the little white rabbit and now you're trying to prevent the little forest from appearing, Lorenwei grumbled slightly. She was quite curious about Meilan's overall development.

"Hey, Kurara, you're wearing a bra? This is..."

"I know, I know. It's a desecration of the yukata, a contempt for traditional culture, and a disrespect for the deceased heroes. You talk too much." Kurara stuck out her tongue and made a face. "I'll wear it anyway, just to annoy you."

Wow, Kurara can actually make funny faces? Lorenwei's heart started racing.

The allure of that delicate, scarlet tongue was more tempting to Lorenwei than seeing a towering mountain.

"Wait, why are you making me angry?" Lorenwei cried out in a serious tone.

"Because you're a pervert." Siluf's voice came from behind.

Lorenwei turned around and saw that Sylph, wearing a light green yukata, had also come out of the washroom.

The washroom was inside the house, and Lorenwei and Meilan overheard their entire conversation.

“Who’s the pervert…” Lorenwei said, feeling wronged.

Sylph held the sleeves of her yukata with both hands and twirled around quickly: "Does it look good?"

Lorenvi nodded eagerly, "Beautiful! Beautiful! Siruf, your yukata is so pretty!"

"What about mine?" Kurara mimicked her, her pale yellow yukata swirling with her movements.