For the past while, Pixie’s heart had been filled with despair.

She had finally, after so much effort, managed to find her dear Eirik before anyone else. She had genuinely tried her best to win his favor, but it was all for naught.

The gap in their status was simply insurmountable. She was just an ordinary disciple at the academy, while Eirik was the son of the revered Archmage.

When he first came to the academy, they’d occasionally run into each other.

But after he was assigned to train in the temple at the Institute of Primeval Magic, even catching a glimpse of him became a rarity. How was she ever supposed to win him over like this?

“It’s impossible to win Eirik’s heart right from the start,” she conceded.

“I’ll have to spend a few centuries—even a thousand years—becoming stronger before I stand a chance to pursue him again.”

Pixie resigned herself to the long game, accepting that this simulated life would be one of patience and gradual growth.

If she didn’t have a shot, then no one else would either.

Her dear Eirik had even turned down some of the top female prodigies at the Institute of Primeval Magic without hesitation! It was clear she’d have to strengthen herself first.

Like a blossoming flower, she reasoned, butterflies would come to her if she bloomed brightly enough.

Pixie braced herself for the long struggle ahead, preparing for years of effort. But then, an unexpected surprise arrived—Fennec, the little fox, offered to help her!

As a princess of the foxfolk with Savant-level power, Fennec’s status was at least closer to Eirik’s.

And since the foxfolk of the Institute were keen to match Fennec with Eirik, they had plenty of chances to meet.

With Fennec’s support, Pixie would also have more opportunities to see Eirik.

It was a dream come true!

If anyone else with such an advantage had offered to help her pursue Eirik, Pixie would have laughed it off as a joke or an attempt to mock her. But Fennec was different.

Judging by her casual comments in the world chat, it was clear that Fennec genuinely had no interest in Eirik.

Moreover, when the game had started, most Central Lands players had assumed Eirik was in Dawnstar Dynasty and had flocked there—except for Fennec, who’d stayed in the Central Lands. If that didn’t prove her disinterest, Pixie didn’t know what would.

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“Are you sure you’re willing to help me, Fennec?” Pixie asked, seeking final confirmation.

“Absolutely. Why wouldn’t I? I, Fennec, keep my word—and I’ve got no interest in that man,” Fennec replied nonchalantly, hiding an amused smile. She certainly didn’t idolize Eirik as others did.

Yes, he was undeniably extraordinary, but she, Fennec, had vowed to rely on herself and didn’t need a man!

“Junior Sister, I’ll speak to the academy elders. From now on, you’ll be my personal attendant, and I’ll bring you along whenever I visit him. Then we’ll…” She had the entire plan laid out.

As foxfolk, her ancestors bore succubus blood, granting them a deep understanding of enchantment. Though Fennec herself wasn’t interested in seducing men, she was well-versed in the methods.

Her family was filled with sisters and cousins who could entrance men with a single gesture.

“Damn, that little bitch is blessed beyond belief!”

“Not only did she run into Eirik from the start, but now she’s got a powerful ally? Unfair!”

“Fate is so cruel—I’m seething with jealousy!” The world chat filled with cries of envy. The world was so unfair!

“Miss Fennec, maybe you should help me instead of Junior Sister? I’m already at Savant level, so my chances might be better,” Elvynna couldn’t resist saying.

Though she and Eirik had once reached the Archmage realm together, she yearned to try again, to finally have her perfect life.

“Sorry, Elvynna, but you’re not a disciple of the Institute of Primeval Magic. It’s just easier to help Pip,” Fennec replied, shaking her head.

“Why waste so much energy helping others? You’ll regret it someday,” the alchemy master Vio cautioned, shaking her head.

Vio herself had only intended to borrow Eirik’s talent, but eventually, she’d fallen for him.

Even someone as pragmatic as her couldn’t help but develop feelings after hundreds of years by his side.

“Thanks, but that won’t happen,” Fennec answered resolutely. She’d made her choice long ago.

At nine years old, she’d vowed never to rely on a man. Five hundred years later, she had kept her word, never straying from her path.

“Magic is my sole ambition. No man can sway my heart.”

“Fennec, you’re incredible!” Pixie exclaimed, giving her a thumbs-up.

[Recently, the academy arranged for the foxfolk princess to stay at the temple as well. She often visits you, though she always finds a reason to leave, leaving her attendant, Pixie, to keep you company.]

[Pixie gifted you a Moonlight Mana Core (purple).]

[Pixie gave you a handmade magic scarf.]

The system notifications flooded Eirik’s screen.

He chuckled. Not only was Fennec giving them private time together, but she was even funding Pixie’s gifts to him! Before, as an ordinary disciple, she couldn’t have afforded such high-grade Mana Core.

Soon, Fennec even provided Pixie with an ancient foxfolk magic tome. It was a family secret spell—quite a priceless offering!

“Fennec Sister, you’re too kind! I don’t know how I’ll ever repay you,” Pixie said earnestly, calling her “Fennec Sister” from the bottom of her heart.

From then on, Pixie resolved to repay her kindness someday. If Fennec ever needed her, she would be there, no matter what.

“Fennec, you’re putting so much into helping that little fox-girl! Why go this far?” others questioned, pitying her.

“Ha, it’s not just for her. I’m helping myself too. Once Eirik has a wife, I’ll finally be free,” Fennec laughed. She wasn’t fishing for praise. “Who am I? I’m Fennec, who lives only for magic!”

As the years rolled by, this arrangement lasted over a century. Though Eirik’s high status made him a difficult target, he wasn’t opposed to Pixie, and even cooperated a little.

While everyone else assumed Eirik and Fennec made the perfect couple, he and Pixie were secretly… well, let’s call it passionately involved.

A few years later, the truth came to light. Fennec pretended to be heartbroken and left the academy.

“Haha, crisis averted!” she cheered, jubilantly returning to the foxfolk palace.

But just as she settled in, her beloved sister sought her out.

“Big Sister, you’ve disappointed me. Eirik is a golden card! How could you just hand him over to that little bitch?”

What?! Golden card? Little bitch?

Fennec stared, stunned. Could it be that…

her own sister was a player too?