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

The secret art of molting feathers has been mastered!

Inside the Altar of the Elf Heroes, a tear that cannot be dissolved in the Fountain of Life slid down from the corner of Sylph's eye, still glistening in the altar's dazzling light.

The message crystal transformed into a ruby, set in the center of Sylph's forehead, like a blood-red gem faintly glowing.

……

"I am Sylph."

……

"Even if it takes the rest of my life in slumber, Sylph will meet him again. And then, I will tell him..."

……

"You're an idiot!"

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The viewing platform at Saint-Vision Moonlight Garden.

"They're doing this on purpose! They're trying to mislead us!" The audience erupted in noise.

Jason and Ethers were also somewhat stunned.

Bordonna sighed, "It's a case of substitution; luckily, your Lorenwei guessed correctly."

Kurara was also surprised and said to Lorenwei, "You knew all along? You knew he wasn't the real Viscount Cromwell?"

Lorenwei smiled: "Listen to the voice in a moment, is it one you've heard before?"

Kula was quick-witted and immediately realized, "You heard me say that I thought he had a cold, and that his voice sounded off, so you deduced that? How clever!"

“Slightly clever,” Lorenwei immediately corrected, but her face wore a smug expression that said, “Keep praising me, please.”

"Even the headmistress and the others mistakenly thought the middle-aged knight was him, but you still said it wasn't him, and you even guessed that there was someone else?" Kurara frowned and thought for a moment, then couldn't help but exclaim again, "Wow, Lorenve, you're so smart!"

"Slightly clever." Lorenwei shook her little head slightly, as if she had heard a beautiful sound, with an expression that said, "I can accept the praise, please continue."

Cromwell removed his heavy armor and straightened his clothes.

Dressed in a white aristocratic outfit with light gold patterns, he walked steadily with his sleeves rolled up, his movements dashing and full of confidence.

"Wow, so handsome!"

“It is indeed Viscount Cromwell! I’ve seen him before!” a girl exclaimed from below the stage.

Two girls even came up on stage with bouquets of flowers.

Damn, there really are female fans. Lorenwei almost fell face-first into the dessert plate.

Cromwell took the flowers from the two girls and whispered something that made them scream.

This Cromwell is even pretending to be a young heartthrob! Lorenwei was so envious (crossed out) that she gritted her teeth in anger.

As Cromwell, holding the bouquet, strode confidently toward the center of the reviewing stand, suddenly...

A piece of food flew straight towards him.

The guard reached out to block it, but was a little slow to react because he didn't expect this to happen. Fortunately, Cromwell reacted quickly and blocked it with his left hand. The thing touched his wrist and fell to the ground.

It was actually half a potsticker bun, and it wasn't broken, just a few crumbs fell off.

Lorenwei watched, tears streaming down her face.

"How dare you accept flowers from two girls at the same time!" Meilan, who had somehow squeezed to the side of the viewing platform, shouted angrily:

"Cromwell, you filthy scoundrel!"

Chapter 043 Meilan is invited to the stage

My beloved concubine has won my heart! Seeing Meilan smash Cromwell, who was pretending to be a young heartthrob, with potstickers, Lorenwei was overjoyed.

The term "scoundrel" perfectly encapsulates the essence of street culture from a few years ago, brimming with the working class's contempt for scum.

Uh, wait a minute, Meilan is two-timing him... Lorenwei glanced at Kurara, instinctively trying to move to the side...

Wait, Meilan doesn't recognize me in this cross-dressing look, does she? Lorenwei quickly looked at Meilan.

She looked at Cromwell with disdain from below the stage, her face full of contempt, almost as if she were about to give him the middle finger.

"How dare you!" "Where did this wild girl come from!" Cromwell's guards were about to rush over to grab her and teach her a lesson.

"No need." Cromwell stopped his subordinate, not even glancing at Melanie, and walked straight to the headmistress with a smile. "Cromwell, please apologize to the headmistress. My child acted rashly before, which caused you to misunderstand."

His subordinates understood that even if they had offended a nobleman, it wouldn't be appropriate to find fault with a mere maid at this time. Fortunately, a teacher reprimanded her a couple of times, which at least provided a small way to save face.

“Some children are cunning, and even adults can easily fall into their traps.” Bordonna responded to Cromwell with a double entendre, a smile on her face as she casually waved her hand. “But those who always try to get something out of adults will suffer a great loss sooner or later.”

Cromwell then apologized to the two heroes, Ethers and Jason: "If I had known you were here, I, Cromwell, would not have dared to come today."

The two ignored him.

However, Bordonna seemed a little concerned about the little girl who had thrown things at Cromwell earlier, and she looked over again.

At that glance, she almost burst out laughing. The child was crouching low, quietly slipping onto the viewing platform. She looked like a thief, but everyone's eyes followed her...

There's no way around it, it's too conspicuous. With such a large viewing platform, and thousands of people watching, if you're crouching down, you're still under everyone's gaze.

So even the teachers didn't stop her, watching curiously as she went about her business. Of course, the reason they didn't stop her might have been that they wanted to see what else she would do to Cromwell…

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Meilan was completely oblivious, or rather, she lacked the talent to be a thief. She crouched low and crept up onto the stage, quickly grabbed a few large pieces of trash from the ground with her left hand, and then swiftly stepped off the stage.

This girl is really something. Lorenwei slapped herself on the forehead, unable to bear looking at such a pretty girl who was so obsessed with food.

Lorenwei glanced at Aisser.

She was staring at him with a very interesting expression, as if to say, "The girl you flirted with before could actually do something like this?"

Lorenwei thought for a moment, then leaned forward slightly and said, "Headmistress, would you mind letting her come up?"

Bordonna was quite indulgent towards her: "Sure, I think she's quite pleasing to the eye, and I guess she's part of the academy too. Why don't you invite her up to sit with us?"

"Thank you, sister!" Lorenwei suddenly changed her address and called out sweetly, then nodded to Kurara and got up to leave the viewing platform.

Bordonna then beckoned to Cromwell, whom she had impersonated earlier: "Come here."

Boho Cromwell hesitated for a moment, then came over. Bordonna gestured for him to come closer, and he walked to her table.

"You've got guts. Just bear with the pain," Bordonna said with a smile.

Suddenly, Boho felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if some hidden weapon had pierced his body unnoticed. He realized that this was Bordonna's revenge for her previous impersonation; she had actually used a sneak attack.

He endured the pain and went back without uttering a sound.

"You should eat more kidneys next time," Bordonna scoffed. In the instant he turned, another tiny needle slipped unnoticed and pierced his lower back.

Boho felt nothing at this second blow. The previous one was just a smokescreen; he went back to treat his chest injury, and the lower back injury was inevitably neglected, which could cause serious damage over time. Even though he was a viscount, given Bordonna's temper, she wouldn't let him off the hook after his arrogant boasting.

On the other side, Meilan was putting the steamed buns back into her bag when she suddenly saw a blue-haired girl in formal attire walking quickly toward her.

This was the girl she had just spotted. Meilan had felt she looked somewhat familiar, and since Loren hadn't returned for a long time, she squeezed to the front of the stage to get a closer look.

Actually, she found Lorenwei familiar, but it was just a natural instinct of a demon king. In particular, the awkward feeling she had when looking at Lorenwei made her feel especially familiar with her.

Others didn't share her feelings and didn't connect Loren and Lorenwei at all.

As the two drew closer, Meilan became even more certain: it turns out that some people among humans do have a special charm; she actually gave me the same feeling as Loren.

Lorenwei smiled and said to Meilan, "Your name is Meilan, right?"

Meilan asked in confusion, "How did you know?"

Before Lorenwei could answer, someone around her exclaimed in a low voice, "Wow, Lorenwei is so cute!"

"She's so close to me! I'm so nervous!"

"I shouldn't have screamed at Cromwell!"

"I was wrong, I'm going to take back the flowers I gave Cromwell!"

Most of the time, it was the girls who made the sounds, while the boys almost all stared wide-eyed without blinking, and started blushing as they looked at Lorenwei.

Lorenwei, unperturbed by their interference, explained to Meilan, "Loren and I are related by blood and friends. He just mentioned you to me, and besides your appearance and clothing, he specifically described your steamed buns."

This is not entirely untrue; if Lorenwei were to describe Melanie to someone else, she would definitely mention this thing that made her throat so sore.

No, it's too hard and too thick, I can't get it in, no... Meilan's hometown specialty, potstickers, are so hard they could kill someone, and the texture is so rough, I can't eat them at all, umm.

"Loren also said he had to leave urgently and asked me to tell you to wait for him."

"Huh? Ah, I see." Meilan didn't think much of it.

“Come up and sit with me, it’ll be fun to watch the excitement.” Lorenwei reached out to pull her.

“…” Meilan hesitated slightly.

Even though the other person looks cute and doesn't seem to have any ill intentions, anyone would be wary of being suddenly invited by a stranger.

Lorenwei: "I have lots of delicious food here, so please feel free to eat as much as you like."

Meilan: "Okay!"

Lorenwei thought to herself, "This girl is really easy to seduce..."

Lorenwei took Meilan's hand and walked towards the viewing platform.

Although Meilan was beautiful, she was ultimately able to suppress her beauty with secret techniques and conceal it with her clothing.

Lorenwei's departure has captivated countless people.

One male candidate stared blankly as Lorenwei walked back to the stage, gazing at her back, his face flushed red as he remained motionless for a long time.

His companion nudged him curiously: "Hey, what's wrong?"

"I'm all better..."

"Wow! Stay away from me!"

"Misunderstanding, I meant my relationship. I've already imagined having our third child together."

"As expected of someone who applied to become a mage, your meditation skills are impressive..."

Invited to the stage, upon meeting the headmaster and the two heroes, Melan didn't know how to bow, nor did she want to; she simply nodded.