As the bearer of the Eye of Divine Insight, Eirik’s magical prowess had grown by leaps and bounds. He was now a far cry from the fumbling novice he had been during his first attempt at the simulation.

  Elvynna, however, was no longer content to see him use basic spells. She believed his talents were wasted on such elementary practices, so she sought out a more demanding magical text: The Art of Elemental Sighs.

  "Elemental Sighs..." Pixie muttered under her breath, clearly not thrilled by the choice.

  Yet, after skimming through it, she couldn’t help but admit that Elvynna’s selection was brilliant. The text was perfectly suited for someone of Eirik’s exceptional abilities.

  "It’s called the 'Blade for Beginners,'" Elvynna explained with a self-assured grin.

  "This method focuses on syncing with the elemental forces, resonating your body with nature itself. It’s a technique that dramatically enhances magical control, but it comes with high risks. The method pushes both mind and body to their limits, forcing the caster to endure elemental backlash and keep magical surges in check."

  Eirik, despite being a newcomer to the real world, was drawn into her explanation. The complexity of the technique intrigued him, and he felt as if he were gaining profound insights into magic.

  "Hmph..."

  Pixie couldn’t help but scowl as she watched Eirik and Elvynna interact, their rapport too natural, like teacher and student. Frustrated, she strained her ears, trying to find any flaws in Elvynna’s teachings.

  But Elvynna’s explanation was flawless—clear, insightful, and even enlightening for Pixie herself.

  She tried to challenge it, but each time she did, it only left her feeling petty and defeated.

  "Ugh... How can she be so damn good at this? No wonder she has Grandmaster-tier memories from the simulation..." Pixie sighed, laying her head on the stone table, sulking.

  When Eirik finally began his formal training, Pixie eagerly joined in. The moment she started practicing alongside him, her eyes widened in surprise.

  Powerful elemental forces flooded into her body, amplifying her progress. To her astonishment, her efficiency had doubled compared to practicing alone!

  "Wow… Eirik really does have the Elemental Absorption talent… This is insane!" she thought, barely able to contain her excitement.

  If things kept up like this, she could reach Savant-tier! And in Aelsryel, no one had even reached that level yet.

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  The idea of becoming a Savant sent Pixie into a giddy frenzy.

  Savants were the pinnacle of magical achievement, capable of founding entire dynasties supported by the Dawnstar legacy. A Savant wasn’t just a mage—they were the foundation upon which empires were built.

  The once-great Ravenshadow Clan had been founded by such a figure, though after thousands of years, even their legendary ancestor had faded into history, leaving the family in decline.

  But now, with Eirik at her side, Pixie realized she could reclaim that power—and surpass it!

  "Even if it means going against my father, I’ll bet everything on Eirik," she swore silently.

  Meanwhile, Eirik was growing increasingly uncomfortable with the way the two girls were behaving.

  Sure, his Eye of Divine Insight granted him certain privileges, but the way Elvynna and Pixie clung to him seemed… excessive.

  Especially Elvynna, who wasn’t known for being particularly warm or affectionate. She had personally sought out The Art of Elemental Sighs for him, and Eirik couldn’t shake the feeling that they knew more about his abilities than they were letting on.

  "Something’s off… really off," Eirik thought, trying to focus on his training, but his suspicion gnawed at him.

  He pushed his doubts aside for the moment. There was still much he didn’t know.

  Whatever’s going on, I’ll figure it out later. For now, I need to focus on getting stronger. Elvynna isn’t the type to play any underhanded games...

  With that, Eirik threw himself back into his studies, immersing himself in the art of magic.

  By the end of the day, Eirik had made staggering progress, jumping from Stalwart Lv3 to Stalwart Lv5. For most mages, such an achievement would have taken years, but with his divine insight and lightning-fast learning, it had only taken a few hours.

  Yet, despite his progress, frustration lingered.

  Elvynna and Pixie, unwittingly, were complicating things. As they trained alongside him, they kept drifting closer, drawn to the elemental energy radiating from his presence.

  At first, they maintained some distance. But as they lost themselves in the flow of magic, their bodies unconsciously gravitated toward him. Every thirty minutes or so, Eirik found himself pressed up against them, feeling their warmth and inhaling the faint, intoxicating fragrance they gave off.

  Both girls had enviable figures, the kind that could distract even the most focused of men. Staying concentrated in such close quarters was… challenging, to say the least.

  Whenever they noticed the proximity, they would blush and hastily pull away, only for the same thing to happen again. It was driving him crazy.

  That evening, Eirik retreated to his room, letting out a long, frustrated sigh.

  "Women really are a distraction," he muttered to himself.

  His mind turned to the simulator. "I wonder how things progressed while I was gone..."

  Opening the simulator’s interface, he breathed a sigh of relief. The system had slowed down or paused entirely while all players were idle. Though a day had passed in the real world, only about five centuries had passed in the simulation.

  "Five hundred years, huh…" Eirik mused. For ordinary people, that was enough time for entire dynasties to rise and fall. But for mages, it was just a blink of an eye.

  He checked his character’s progress, stunned to find he had advanced to Savant Lv3.

  "Shit! I didn’t expect to level up this fast! Now this really feels like a magic scholar simulator," he grinned to himself.

  However, when he checked Pixie’s status, his smile faltered.

  Savant Lv1?!

  "What the hell, Pixie? I’ve hit Savant Lv3, and you’re still stuck at Lv1? How the hell do you expect to become the strongest queen in the universe at this rate?"

  Eirik sighed in disappointment, a mix of exasperation and concern filling his chest.

  How am I supposed to become the man behind the strongest queen if you slack off like this?