Pixie’s emotions were all over the place.

On the one hand, she had just delivered a harsh verbal smackdown to her father, using the news that Eirik possessed the *Eye of Divine Insight* as leverage. The previous two simulations had nearly driven her to madness thanks to her father’s antics. But now? Seeing the stunned, awkward, and humiliated look on the old man’s face filled her with a satisfaction she couldn't contain.

**Hah! Old man, serves you right!**

The Ravenshadow family was hopeless with him in charge. If this family were to thrive, it would have to depend on **her**, Pixie, and on her esteemed ally—Eirik!

Yes, she should be thrilled.

After all, she’d *finally* managed to claim Eirik, the golden card she’d been coveting throughout the simulations. But then, just as things seemed perfect, disaster struck.

Her incompetent father had also brought along **Elvynna-senpai**—and even suggested making her a guest retainer of the Ravenshadow family!

Pixie felt a sudden urge to vomit blood.

**Why, you foolish old man! Are you so determined to ruin this family that you'd bring in a rival to live under our roof?!**

She had schemed endlessly to claim Eirik from Elvynna’s grasp, and now that bumbling father of hers had gone and invited the very person she’d worked so hard to beat. It was like bringing a wolf into the house!

First the Crimson Frost Duke’s estate, and now this—her father might as well have a cursed “family-ruiner” trait, As if a cursed trait followed him like a cloud of black smoke, choking everything in its path.

When she finally took control of the Ravenshadow household, her first decree would be to strip the old man of power and force him into quiet retirement.

**Honestly, how much more could she sacrifice for this family?**

As Pixie grumbled to herself, a cool, velvety voice curled into her ear, sharp as winter air.

“Junior Sister, thank you for preparing this garden for Eirik and me. It’s been cleaned so thoroughly. I quite like it.”

Pixie’s head snapped up.

**Wait… What?!**

Did she just say “for Eirik and me”?! Was this a taunt?

With a sweet smile, Pixie responded, “Oh, senpai, you must be joking! This garden is far too humble for someone like you. We’re practically sisters! How could I let you stay here? You’ll be sharing my room, of course! I’ve always wanted to spend the night with you, talking until dawn!”

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Taking Elvynna’s hand, Pixie gave it an affectionate squeeze. “We have so much to talk about, don’t we?”

Elvynna’s expression was as cool as ever. “Junior Sister, you’re too kind, but I’m just a lowly guest. Sharing a room with you, the lady of the house, would be far too improper. This garden suits me perfectly.”

**Like hell I’m staying with you. I’m staying with Eirik, whether you like it or not.**

Elvynna silently tightened her grip on Pixie’s hand.

Pixie winced from the pressure but kept her radiant smile intact. “Senpai, don’t you think it’s a bit inappropriate for you two to stay alone together like that?”

Elvynna’s calm demeanor cracked slightly as she leaned in closer and used telepathy to whisper in Pixie’s mind: *“What’s inappropriate? He’s my husband. Aren’t we supposed to live together? You call yourself my sister, but you’re stealing my man?”*

Pixie scoffed. *“Your husband? I claimed him first. Finders, keepers.”*

Elvynna clenched her jaw. She had half a mind to draw her magic blade and cut Pixie down right then and there.

Pixie beamed. “Oh my, senpai, are you getting violent? How unlike me—I’m such a gentle, sweet girl. No wonder everyone loves me.”

“Stop talking like that,” Elvynna hissed through telepathy. “It’s disgusting. There’s no need to pretend—he can’t hear us.”

Meanwhile, Eirik watched the two women link arms and exchange smiles, seemingly basking in their sisterly affection.

**So… this is what friendship between women looks like, huh?**

He sensed some unspoken tension but brushed it off. Maybe he was just overthinking things.

After a long and subtle battle of wills, Elvynna moved into the garden house. But Pixie insisted on staying there too. With a garden this spacious—large enough to rival some of the residential complexes from Eirik’s past life—he saw no issue with it. There was even a team of maids attending to the property, so having a few more people around hardly mattered.

Inside her new room, Elvynna sighed softly.

**Plenty of time...**

She believed destiny would eventually bring her and Eirik closer. They were meant to be—after all, hadn’t they become husband and wife in the previous simulation? But thinking of Pixie’s smug grin filled her with annoyance.

As much as she hated to admit it, Pixie was a formidable rival. Men tended to favor girls like Pixie—bubbly, charming, and impossible to resist. In contrast, Elvynna knew her cold demeanor made her unpopular. Even at the magic academy, Pixie’s popularity far surpassed hers.

**This Junior Sister is trouble.**

Meanwhile, in another room, Pixie kicked her feet angrily on her velvet-covered bed, grumbling under her breath.

She might have acted all sweet and composed earlier, but deep inside, she was seething.

**Damn that old man! Without him, I would’ve won easily! Now this idiot has thrown a wrench into everything.**

But Pixie wasn’t about to give up. This was the **Ravenshadow family**, her domain. She’d already claimed Eirik once, and she was certain she could do it again.

Clenching her fists, she yelled toward the door. “Talia! Go to the vault and bring a box of *Essence of Mana* for Eirik!”

The maid scurried off with a bow, and Pixie smirked in satisfaction.

**Hmph, let’s see how Elvynna competes with that!** She was determined to shower Eirik with gifts and overwhelming generosity, leaving Elvynna—the penniless rival—far behind.

**I’m the Ravenshadow family’s heiress. I have resources for days. What does Elvynna have? Nothing!**

In his room, Eirik took a deep breath, marveling at his new surroundings.

The lavishness of the estate made him feel like he was living in a dream. This morning, he’d been scraping by in a dingy shack, and now? He was a guest retainer of a powerful family.

The family’s young lady adored him. The household patriarch had high hopes for him.

**This... is the life.**

However, Eirik was aware that not everyone was thrilled with his sudden rise. The steward seemed particularly displeased, given that this garden house was supposed to go to some other guest named Chad—someone close to the steward.

Whether Chad would cause trouble or accept the situation quietly remained to be seen.

**Either way,** Eirik thought, **I need to focus on getting stronger. The stronger I become, the less anyone else’s opinions will matter.**

With that in mind, Eirik activated his simulator once again.

**It’s time to make good use of this cheat ability.**