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

“It might be because of Cromwell,” Lorenwei explained to Sylph, who was unaware of the details.

"So you're this talented?" Sylph exclaimed in surprise. "But why are you called a scoundrel?"

Meilan proactively explained the definition: "Cromwell accepted flowers from two girls at the same time. My grandma said that rich and handsome playboys are just scoundrels!"

Sylph wholeheartedly agreed: "That's right, fickle people are no good!"

“…” Lorenwei gave Silph a deep look, feeling guilty…

Kurala also said, "Dating without the intention of marriage is just playing around."

This isn't even a little bit guilty, Lorenwei thought to herself: I just want to start a harem, that's not too much to ask, is it? Although single-female-lead stories are popular these days, which man wouldn't want to be a harem after transmigrating?

The final four have been announced.

First-year student Melanie is paired with Oha, the older brother of a sibling exchange student; Lorenwei is paired with Oyu, the younger sister of a sibling exchange student.

"What happened? Our entire second-year class was wiped out?" Many students in the room couldn't believe it.

"Leaving aside the fact that we're seeded players, our second year is just too embarrassing, isn't it?"

Even the student council's disciplinary committee member was a little incredulous, and communicated with the Berserker teacher: "Teacher, are there no strong students among us second-year students? It's a bit like the exchange students from Nichika Academy are looking down on us."

The Berserker teacher shrugged helplessly and said, "It's not a special competition today, so many strong players didn't come."

"You don't have any apprentices?"

"Well, they're resting there after being eliminated."

That's the young hunter wielding the broadsword who just clashed with Meilan.

The second-grade student, still panting and recovering, noticed the teacher was talking about him and felt a little embarrassed.

"Don't worry about it," the berserker teacher patted him on the shoulder.

"Thank you for your comforting words, teacher..."

"Haha, there are many more powerful people in the world. You got the short end of the stick, didn't you?"

"..."

"You actually lost to a first-year girl? Let's see if you'll still dare to brag now!"

The student, with a mournful face, said, "Thank you for your comforting words, teacher... but I feel... even more heartbroken!"

The female disciplinary committee member sighed, "Are we just going to watch those two uninvited exchange students act all high and mighty?"

The Berserker teacher readily agreed, "That makes perfect sense. We're not exactly losing face, after all, exchange students are the strongest students from each academy. Even if the strongest of my second-year students came prepared, we'd probably still end up with a near-draw."

The female discipline committee member sighed helplessly again.

The magic carrier pigeon she just received was sent directly to her by the school's chairman, who requested a better prize. Little did she expect that an exchange student from another school might benefit from it!

Perhaps, we should place our hopes on... The female disciplinary committee member thought to herself as she walked to the edge of the table where Lorenwei and the others were sitting.

"Yes, Lorenwei is the daughter of a hero, she will definitely set an example for us!" The female disciplinary committee member encouraged herself and looked at the daughter of a hero.

"How about adding an order of braised pork ribs?"

Braised pork belly!

"Spicy Lamb Ribs!"

Roasted pigeon!

These are all the words heard by the female disciplinary committee member, spoken by the daughter of a hero...

The female disciplinary committee member was bewildered by the wind. Could she be the daughter of a cook, not a hero?

She walked away stiffly, her mind a complete mess.

It seems that Moonlight Academy's reputation is about to be ruined...

"Put it on properly, be careful not to get hurt." Lorenwei went to great lengths to persuade her, even resorting to tempting her with her beauty, spitting, and delicious food.

Meilan's mouth watered just hearing the names of the delicious food.

Seeing that it was effective, Lorenwei kept naming various delicacies, which sounded incredibly delicious.

Therefore, Meilan's attitude is...

She shook her head while drooling!

“A competition must be fair!” Meilan said. “Without your bracelet, my left arm is already unusable. So I won’t be using my left arm later.”

“…” Lorenwei covered her forehead, her head aching.

"Four-team finals! Ready to begin!" shouted the student council member in charge of the competition.

"Go, red-haired junior!"

The surrounding students began cheering for the competitors.

After all, this was the home ground of Moonlight Academy, and although the second-year students might feel embarrassed, they definitely didn't want the prize to be snatched away by the exchange students. Besides, this martial arts demonstration wasn't a regular class but a competition, and the prize was a valuable level-seven golden bow.

Meilan patted her clothes and prepared to go on stage.

"I'll make you lots of delicious food, but you should still use your left arm." Lorenwei tried to dissuade the stubborn Meilan.

"Alright, I'll agree to this." Meilan finally stopped being so stubborn. She turned around, stuck out her tongue, and whispered in a voice only Lorenwei could hear, "Don't worry, boxer is just my side profession. I study magic."

"Ah, I forgot she applied to be a magician when she enrolled." Lorenwei was taken aback, then burst out laughing.

Although she is an honest child, she is also quite clever. She values ​​fairness but is adept at using psychological tactics.

In the first two rounds, she displayed the style of a martial artist, fighting head-on. Without knowing her background, who would have thought that her main profession was a mage?

Those who cultivate both magic and martial arts are a minority, but with the academy's elite gathering, there are quite a few such people.

However, Lorenwei was very worried about Meilan's magical abilities, and also had many doubts.

What kind of magicians could come from such a poor village?

Meilan started the match, and her opponent, Oha, was indeed quite strong.

Even though Meilan is ostensibly a martial artist but actually a magician, she has little opportunity to launch a surprise attack.

After a few tentative exchanges, Lorenwei could tell that Oha was a level six Archmage, significantly higher than that of an ordinary second-year student.

Oha is proficient in both fire and wind elements, and Meilan's ability to maintain a draw is already an astonishing feat.

Even the Berserker coach on the sidelines exclaimed in amazement, "Are all the first-year students this amazing these days?"

Kurara and Sylph were also surprised; they never realized that Melan was so powerful.

Lorenwei knew that her injuries had not fully healed and that her actual strength was even greater.

If Meilan can master both magic and martial arts without any guidance, then...

Others might not think of this, but as a reborn hero, Lorenwei knew that only races with innate genetic strength could exhibit such behavior.

If someone is born with strength and cannot be healed by light-based healing magic, then the answer is almost obvious... The slight doubt that had just arisen surged into Lorenwei's mind again.

Although Lorenwei couldn't immediately determine that Meilan was a descendant of the Demon King, she could tell that the possibility of Meilan being a demon was very high!

Fortunately, she came from an era when online novels and anime were popular and more open-minded. When she transmigrated, the idea of ​​a demon king and a hero falling in love was considered outdated.

Stories abound of demon kings seducing heroes, heroes being drained dry by demon kings day and night, and heroes being raised as corporate slaves by demon kings…

So Lorenwei is quite receptive; despite her blurred sense of right and wrong regarding light and darkness, she even started thinking about how to cover up for Meilan.

After all, if I can think of it, then even an old hand like Bordonna can.

On the field, Meilan dodged swiftly and her punches were fierce, repeatedly scattering or shattering Oha's fireballs or wind blades.

"Earth Armor!" After getting close enough to Oha, Meilan suddenly covered herself with a layer of protective armor.

"Perfect timing!" Kurara, with her rich martial arts experience and being a close-combat fighter herself, couldn't help but exclaim.

Meilan used her armor to withstand the opponent's wind-elemental blade while rapidly chanting a magic spell: "...Whirlwind Whirlwind Strike!"

Dozens of wind blades shot out from around Meilan, swirling and attacking Oha.

"You're actually a mage!" Oha was caught off guard. The magical defenses he had set up were all designed to counter physical attacks, and now he was in a panic.

But he was no ordinary student; in this era where aristocratic power reigned supreme, he naturally came from an extraordinary background.

Oha immediately threw out a scroll.

Scrolls were the most direct expression of aristocratic wealth and power.

A nobleman who can't produce a few scrolls to fight is too ashamed to show his face.

Boom! A giant made of cedar wood, more than three meters tall, suddenly appeared on the ground, lifted Oha up, and took the wind magic attack in his place.

Wood-type magic is not sensitive to wind-type magic. The wooden giant was slashed many times by the wind blades, but this did not significantly affect its main functions. Some of the wind blades also struck the ground, kicking up clouds of dust.

"Haha! You didn't expect I had the Wooden Giant Soldier Scroll, did you?" Oha laughed.

At the same time, he felt a pang of heartache. He had originally intended to save it as one of his trump cards against Lorenwei, but who would have thought it would be forced out at this moment.

His sister, Aoyou, frowned on the sidelines: "How can such an unremarkable little girl from Moonlight Academy be so amazing? Then what about Lorenwei, the beauty who is number one in both talent and looks? Isn't she going to be unstoppable?"

Oha had just chuckled twice when he realized that his opponent was no longer visible in the sandstorm stirred up by the wind magic.

He was frantically looking down when Meilan fell from the sky.

She had planned this all along, using the flying dust to obscure her vision, and then stomped on the wooden giant's body to reach its shoulder.

"You lost!" Melan threw a powerful punch at Oha.

"Ah—" Oha exclaimed, instinctively covering his face with his arm.

A powerful warrior capable of fighting a giant blade hunter, getting so close to a mage—the outcome was predictable.

Even with protective treasures, being knocked away is unavoidable.

But at that moment, Meilan heard her grandmother's words of advice: "Meilan, you just like to fight too much. I hope you can be gentler when you hit people."

Meilan paused for a moment, then her right fist came to a sudden stop in front of Oha's arm that was blocking his face.

Oha was still covering his face with his arm, and the magic wand he was holding was trembling slightly.

Meilan reached out with her right hand, grabbed his arm, and flung it away: "Get out of bounds!"

Oha was thrown into the air.

"Haha!" Meilan put her hands on her hips, ready to stand on the wooden giant and imitate Lorenwei's JoJo pose.