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

Her breath as she spoke made Kurala's ears burn.

On the side seat, the middle-aged knight who had previously warned Cromwell slowly stood up.

"Is it him?" Bordonna and Aiss exchanged glances again and whispered together.

Lorenwei, who was sitting a little further away from Aisser, muttered to herself as if in response, "Heh heh, it's not him."

The middle-aged knight stood up, then slowly knelt on one knee and bowed his head toward another heavily armored knight.

The glamorous woman and her numerous followers, who had been there earlier, also surrounded the heavily armored knight and made the same gesture.

Viscount Cromwell, who had returned from the viewing platform, now sat in a side seat, bowing respectfully from his previous arrogant posture.

“Viscount Bowhor Cromwell is incompetent.” He bowed deeply and humbly addressed the heavily armored knight, “Please welcome Viscount Walton Cromwell to the stage.”

Chapters 041-042 Silph, I really envy you...

The great forest of the elves.

Extremely close to the core of the Tree of Life, the Elven Hero Altar was constantly glowing.

“I feel the magic emanating from the altar is incredibly strong, and the High Priest’s professional abilities are constantly diminishing,” said the Elven Elder.

The high-ranking elves accompanying them nodded in agreement; they shared the same feeling.

Within the massive altar of heroes, the figure of High Priestess Siruf is faintly visible.

Her slender body was completely immersed in the abundant life-giving water of the altar, her blue robes trembling in the shimmering light, and High Priestess Sylph's face was only vaguely visible.

"The message crystal she always wore on her chest seems to have disappeared?" a high-level elf asked curiously.

The elves immediately became anxious: "That's the High Priest's only hope after he lost his memory, we can't lose it."

"Hey, look, it looks like it's right there!" a sharp-eyed elf exclaimed.

"where?"

"The red crystal on the forehead. The High Priest didn't have a crystal on his forehead before."

Only after the elves activated their piercing eyesight with their Shooting Eyes could they clearly see that there was indeed a red crystal on the forehead of Silph in the Fountain of Life.

"They're all the same shape, just message crystals. The only difference is that they've changed from green to red and are now set in the center of the forehead."

"That's amazing, so the green color disappeared?"

"No, her hair color seems to have changed a bit too."

"She used to have blonde hair, how come it's now the color of forest leaves?"

"Could it be due to the wondrous nature of the message crystal?"

"This must be the wonder of the Feather Rebirth Technique. Because the person you seek has passed away, to seek their soul you must also abandon your former physical body, so your body is almost completely rebuilt. Am I right?"

"The Feather Transformation Technique is a top-tier secret art, unused for centuries. Who knows? Moreover, it will cause the loss of already cultivated professional abilities and even memories. It's such a pity," sighed a high-level elf.

A high-ranking elf chimed in: "That's why you should never get involved with humans; we elves are easily swayed by love."

"But the Feather Removal Technique seems to have succeeded, otherwise the magic power wouldn't have been drained so quickly." The Grand Elder deduced, "Could it be that the departed hero has truly been reincarnated in this world?"

They watched as the light from the altar gradually intensified, and the magic drained away more and more rapidly.

The wind in the forest grew stronger, and the dancing of the little sprites in their ball-shaped shapes began to stir.

The Hero Altar seemed to be accumulating some kind of power, ready to erupt at any moment.

"If this power were to explode, it would probably shoot into the sky, wouldn't it?" the elves speculated.

"Could that power send the high priest to the side of the reincarnated hero?"

"If that's the case, we should be happy for the High Priest."

"But what if the high priest, who has neither the ability nor the memory, encounters a reincarnated hero? They no longer recognize each other."

The elves were also worried about High Priestess Sylph.

"No matter what, this matter cannot be discussed today," the Grand Elder reminded the high-ranking elves.

The high elves replied solemnly, "Yes! We swear to the Tree of Life that we will keep this secret."

The elder waved his hand, and they immediately left.

Standing before the Hero Altar, the Grand Elder felt the immense power constantly draining from it.

A feeling in my heart became clearer and clearer, and finally became certain.

"What a pity..." the elder sighed.

The surrounding spherical sprites also danced sadly, and the golden light dimmed.

What a waste of the elven genius's cultivation power, what a waste of Sylph and that idiot, what a waste of myself two hundred years ago...

She leaned on the scepter and slowly sat down in front of the altar.

The elder remained silent, seemingly lost in thought, before finally whispering, "I admire you so much, Siruf. You are far braver than I am."

"If I had been as brave as you two hundred years ago, or if he had confessed his love to me..."

"Maybe... I can leave the forest and be with him..."

"The idiot you're talking about is a human, just like him."

"Humans, what a strange race."

"Short-lived and impatient, with so many flaws, they are simply unbearable for us elves, but... what an interesting race they are."

“Sylph, do you know? Your silly hero, yes, that strange human who's always laughing and joking, led his team here to reinforce the Hero's Sword with elven power.”

“When you were studying the ritual for strengthening power, he deliberately avoided you and came to me.”

The elder tilted his head slightly and looked up at the azure sky.

"The foolish hero asked me with a grin if it was true that he had received a divine oracle in the Holy Church's Grand Cathedral, which said he would die in the final battle against the Demon King?"

“I told him with certainty that in this world, divine pronouncements are the highest law, supreme and inviolable, so the prophecy about his destiny would not be wrong.”

"His smile didn't change at all after he heard that, and he asked me with a grin: 'What do elven girls think about relationships?'"

“I told him that elven girls don’t fall in love easily. But if they do fall in love with someone, they will be devoted to them until death. Even if it takes the entire long life of an elven girl, she will not fall in love with anyone else.”

"When he heard this, he wagged his finger and asked me with a grin, 'Are you kidding me? You elves are so funny.'"

“I got angry and told him that elves never joke about feelings.”

“I told him loudly, it’s true! The elf girl, that’s it!”

"To love one person is to dedicate one's entire life to them, until death do us part!"

"The brave warrior who always smiled has stopped smiling..."

"When he left, the hero asked me not to tell you that he had come to ask."

I didn't tell you.

"I've kept this in my heart for over a decade. I'm sorry, you are a genius that the elven race has never seen before in a century..."

"But I still said it today."

"Perhaps this doesn't count as telling you, because you might not be able to hear it now. Or perhaps, if I don't tell you now, I won't have the chance to tell you again later."

The elder stood up.

"Because under the trigger of the secret technique, I suddenly realized something: your Feather Transformation Technique consumes too much energy, which is not enough to support you in finding someone so important to this world, after all, he was once a hero."

"However, I can give my life to help you succeed in your secret technique..."

The scepter still stood on the ground, while the elder, empty-handed, faced the highest point of the forest.

Her magic was surging wildly.

"By burning the life of the elder elf as a sacrifice, I offer my blessing to the secret art of my clan's altar..." She slowly chanted the incantation as she walked towards the towering Tree of Life.

Just as she did hundreds of years ago, she came from the Tree of Life.

The cost of burning her life caused her body to gradually become transparent, and her steps to become lighter and lighter.

The Grand Elder's vision began to blur.

But at that moment, she seemed to see the figure of a human.

The man was not far away, smiling foolishly at her...

"Are you still waiting for me..." the elder said softly.

The man opened his mouth, as if to say something.

The elder's tears flowed down his cheeks.

Energy was rapidly flowing into the Hero Altar, and the Elder's body became increasingly transparent, with many new spherical sprites floating out from within her.

The elder extended his right hand forward, reaching out towards the man.

The man also reached out, trying to grab the elder.

In the instant before they disappeared, it seemed their fingertips were about to touch, and they could hold hands at any moment...

But it always seems to be just a little bit off...

Never again...

Difficult to reach...

…………

“Sylph, I really envy you so much…”

………………

The Grand Elder's voice still seemed to linger, but his empty robes had fallen onto the grass, fluttering in the howling wind.

In the vast open space, only the scepter stood alone.

Fortunately, there were still so many newborn sprites dancing around the Hero's Altar, brimming with even more abundant magic.

As if sensing something, the Tree of Life swayed its verdant branches slightly, the light of life shone brightly, and the Altar of Heroes radiated light.

With a deafening roar, a dazzling green light shot upwards, soaring straight into the sky.