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

Chapter 210 Sylph's Dance and Lorenve's Statement

"You really want me to dance? I'm not sure I can dance well..." Siruf blushed a little.

Lorenwei's thin lips touched, her voice sweet and cloying: "I think any dance you perform is beautiful."

“You’re so glib…” Sylph suddenly realized something was wrong. “Wait, I just heard you talking. Who were you talking to?”

"With my fiancée," Lorenwei said frankly.

"F-fiancée?!" Siruf was a little flustered.

“Yes, I rehearsed this so I could explain the misunderstanding to your fiancée.” Lorenwei approached Sylph with a serious expression, almost touching her. “I’m afraid I might say something wrong again. Getting a beating is nothing, but I’d be miserable if my fiancée got angry.”

"You...you've got a sweet tooth! And who said she's your fiancée?" Sylph blushed deeply.

"You've already accepted my ring, so why are you still saying you don't have it?" Lorenwei slowly took Sylph's hand, which was adorned with a spatial ring.

Sylph struggled slightly, but failed to break free, so she stopped moving and let Lorenvi hold her hand.

The elf's hands were fragrant, soft, and smooth, with an excellent feel.

"That sounds nice, but why did you give Kurara the same ring?" Siluf's heart pounded at the mention of the title. She no longer denied the claim of being her fiancé, but instead spoke reproachfully.

She was much more rational than Kula, and hadn't gone completely mad.

You have the same question, asking me why I gave two beautiful women the same ring? Lorenwei wanted to laugh.

Because you are all my fiancées... Of course, you can't answer like that, or you'll get beaten up.

Lorenwei looked into Sylph's eyes and slowly said, "We're teammates, and we actually have a very good relationship. I don't want possessive love to dilute our feelings. I don't know if you'd accept me marrying several wives at the same time..."

At this point, Sylph's eyes widened.

“But no matter how many wives I marry, you will always be the most important one in my heart.” Lorenwei immediately played her trump card, lifting up Sylph’s hand and pointing to the ring on her middle finger, “The blue part of yours is a combination of my hair and white crystal. The explosion was caused by this; it required instantaneous pressure to fuse.”

"Is that so?" Sylph's attention shifted from her wives to the ring, and she quickly examined it.

The gold gemstone is surrounded by a blue border, and there are actually rings of marks, seemingly a combination of hair and crystal.

"Is it really your hair?" Siruf asked in surprise.

“Hair is also called the thread of worry or the thread of longing. I cut some strands of hair and incorporated them into a gemstone ring to accompany you, because my most important feelings are always here,” Lorenwei whispered.

"Idiot, it's not as magical as you say, and you're the unreliable one." Sylph scolded, gently stroking the silk patterns on the ring with her other hand, as if she were touching Lorenwei's hair.

The hair was incorporated into the ring; this was the most important thread of affection that would always remain here… Sylph's heart almost melted upon hearing this.

“Dance, dance a dance~” Lorenwei urged Sylph in a low voice.

Sylph twisted her body, unwilling to agree at first, but then she saw a faint light drift by and quickly changed the subject, saying, "Look, a firefly."

Oh dear, I'm so shy to dance for her, Silph is so easily embarrassed.

"Fireflies, do you like them?"

"It's not that we like them, we elves love everything in nature that conforms to the rules of the Creator God. Don't you think fireflies are cute?"

“…If I could invite a hundred fireflies to dance first, you wouldn’t feel embarrassed or shy anymore, right? How about you dance for me then?” Lorenwei said.

"A hundred? An invitation? You're trying to catch fireflies, aren't you? You'll be catching them until morning..." Sylph smiled, but seemed to feel a little disappointed.

Are you really not going to let her dance? She seems really eager to see it... A hint of hesitation crept into Silph's heart.

“Then let’s give it a try. If I can catch it, it means the Creator wants you to dance for me.” Lorenwei leaned close to Sylph’s cheek, whispering into her slightly reddened ear, “I will remember this dance for the rest of my life.”

The soft words and exhalation caused Sylph's pointed ears to twitch slightly, turning her face even redder. Fortunately, the darkness concealed the tremor.

Lorenwei turned to the surrounding flowers, plants, and trees, flicked her finger on her spatial ring, took out a small bottle, and said, "Fireflies, if you want to bless us, please do us the honor."

A gentle evening breeze carried the scent from the small bottle that Lorenwei had quietly taken out.

Over the years, Lorenvey has lived in the countryside and certainly hasn't had her fair share of experimenting on small creatures. Even rabbits have been cruelly used as experimental subjects, so how could something as fascinating as fireflies possibly escape her clutches?

Especially since nightlife is relatively scarce in this world, catching fireflies at night is a necessary part of a child's development. Even if she doesn't catch them, her adoptive parents will teach her.

Then, the same enticing fragrance as when catching rabbits was released.

Lorenwei continued to mutter to herself like a spoiled child, "Insects, come into the bowl! Insects won't go into the bowl..."

Sylph laughed, "You can speak insect language? Or are you chanting a magic spell to summon insects?"

However, before the words were even finished, there was already a noticeable increase in the number of tiny, scattered lights.

"Wow, there are so many fireflies!" Siruf exclaimed in surprise.

In just a few dozen breaths, many fireflies, as if attending a grand banquet, began to gather and fly towards Lorenve and Sylph.

"Wow—so many glowing lights!" Siruf exclaimed happily.

She is also a nature-friendly spirit; when she stretches out her hand, many fireflies will gather around her palm and dance in the air.

"Hahahaha—this is so much fun! They'll be circling around my hands." Sylph rarely laughed so happily.

Lorenwei quietly put the bottle away.

There was more around her body because the smell was stronger.

"I'm glad you like it. The fireflies are quite cooperative; I told you they would come, didn't I?"

"Hmph, you must have done something to it." Siluf didn't believe it, but she didn't blame her. She cheerfully waved her hands and frolicked with the fireflies.

Lorenwei laughed and said, "You like them a lot, don't you? Would you like to keep a few fireflies as magical pets?"

Sylph smiled and turned to look at Lorenwei: "No way, I'm someone's pet, I can't keep fireflies as pets anymore."

"But how can a certain magical pet listen to its Master? It won't even listen to you when you ask it to dance."

"Huh? Did Master give any orders?" Sylph blinked and gave Lorenvi a flirtatious look.

"...Hmph, it seems I have to show off my master's power!" Lorenwei put one hand on her hip and stretched out the other, commanding, "My most beloved magical pet, obey your master's command and perform a dance for me!"

Sylph looked at Lorenve and remained silent for a long time.

Looking at the smile on Silph's lips under the pale moonlight, Lorenvi felt a little guilty.

She could sense that she had not imposed any orders on Sylph at all, and there was no master-servant contract between them.

However, Sylph then bowed slightly, seemingly responding to Lorenvie's command with great respect: "Yes, my... Master..."

Lorenwei quickly explained, "Sylph, I... I didn't mean to force you to dance."

The night wind whistled softly as it swept through the flower grove in the backyard, causing Sylph's long green hair to flutter slightly in the air, as if creating green ripples.

Sylph ignored her explanation, lowered her head and refused to look at Lorenwei, simply saying, "Please look at me carefully."

Her fair hand brushed through the flowers, picking up a twig.

These are withered branches, with brown, decaying leaves.

As the branch swayed in Sylph's hand, her slender arm swept across her chest, and her other hand followed suit, a coordinated dance began to unfold through her beautiful figure.

Under the moonlight, the fairies dance.

There is no allure, no seduction, only the spirits of nature dancing lightly in the garden of nature.

Without needing the wind crystal to function, Sylph hummed a soft elven song, a sound that human dance music could not match, like the purest melody of nature, echoing around Lorenvie.

It should be said that it resonated in her heart.

Lorenwei stared blankly at Sylph's graceful dance.

Sylph kept her eyes slightly closed, controlling her movements solely through direct physical sensation.

She was dancing for herself, dancing for the person she loved most. She didn't need to worry about whether her movements were correct or whether her posture was elegant.

Dancing for the one I love, watching her dance, makes me completely content.

With a graceful turn of her body, a supple twist of her waist, and a sway of her jade-like elbows, countless fireflies danced around her, their light reflecting off her flowing green hair. It was as if starlight had fallen from the sky, twinkling lights surrounding the moon, perfectly complementing Sylph's dance.

Even though there were no revealing dance costumes, only the warrior attire of an archer, and no seductive movements, Lorenwei's heart was completely captivated by her dance.

The withered branch in the elf's hand gradually began to come alive. The brown, decaying leaves turned green and slowly straightened up, and even tiny pink buds appeared on the branches.

As she danced, the tiny flower buds slowly opened, transforming into blooming flowers, pink and luscious, beautiful and lovely.

Eventually, Sylph's movements slowed down and she finally stopped.

Both of them remained motionless for a long time.

The fireflies, sensing the danger, gradually dispersed, and Lorenwei slowly walked forward.

“Siluf…” the former hero called her name softly.

The female elf slowly opened her eyes.

For a moment, Lorenwei's figure seemed to overlap with that of a black-haired boy.

Lorenvi grabbed her hand: "Sylph, I couldn't reciprocate your feelings in my past life. But in this life, I will never miss you again!"

Chapter 211 The Gathering Place is Also a Battleground

“I’ll remember your words for the rest of my life. If I don’t keep them…” Sylph replied softly.

“If you don’t keep your promise, you can kill me,” Lorenwei said.

Or you could shoot me dead with an arrow, or you could make me… uh, it all seems to mean the same thing? No, the latter is death from overwork. Lorenwei pondered.

But many memories from his previous life kept replaying in his mind.

土遁后与正蹲着的她相遇，分毫毕现的初见……挨揍……解释误会，彼此较劲……一起战斗，一起晋阶……多次约会拒绝……精灵森林了解精灵女孩儿的恋爱观……故意躲开共处的机会……打赌同眠当个禽兽不如的家伙……临死前故意问艾瑟丝的尺码……

I really owe her too much. Given the chance to be reborn, why shouldn't I cherish it?

Lorenwei took the branch with its blossoming flowers and carefully gathered them. She took the fairy's hand, hesitated for a long time, and didn't know where to begin. After a while, she only said, "I...I...thank you for your dance. I didn't see it in my past life, but I will remember it in this life, and in the next life, and in the life after that..."

"Idiot, are you trying to make a pact with me to reincarnate a few times?" Sylph smiled. "Just three words are enough: a lifetime."

“Yes, for a lifetime, for a lifetime.” Lorenwei nodded vigorously.

While at the hot springs, Lorenve explicitly told Sylph that she was the former female elf hero, but the secret of her rebirth remained ambiguous. Today, the veil has finally been lifted, but the final layer is still unclear.

Does Lorenve have memories of her past life? If Sylph thinks about it carefully, she can deduce it.

But she didn't care about that. She was still suffering from amnesia, so why should she insist on confirming whether the other person had memories of a past life? Besides, it wasn't important to their current relationship.

Now that they both know how they feel about each other, the only problem is...