As a bearer of the Eye of Divine Insight, Eirik displayed exceptional talent in mastering magic—vastly different from the fumbling amateur he was during his first simulation attempt.

Elvynna believed it was a waste for him to rely on basic spells any longer, so she tracked down an aggressive and demanding magical text: The Art of Elemental Sighs.

"Elemental Sighs..." Pixie grumbled, not entirely happy about it.

Yet, after a quick read-through, she had to admit that Elvynna’s choice was brilliant. The text perfectly suited someone with Eirik’s exceptional gifts.

“It’s known as the ‘Blade for Beginners,’” Elvynna explained confidently.

“This method focuses on resonating with elemental forces, synchronizing the caster’s body with nature itself. It drastically boosts control over magic, but it comes with significant risks. The technique pushes both mind and body to their limits, requiring the practitioner to withstand elemental backlash and prevent magical surges from spiraling out of control.”

Eirik, despite being a novice in the real world, found himself engrossed in her explanation. The intricacy of it all made him feel like he was gaining tremendous insights.

“Hmph…”

Pixie couldn’t hide her annoyance as she watched Eirik and Elvynna interact with a natural camaraderie, almost like teacher and student. Not wanting to be left behind, she pricked up her ears, trying to catch any flaws in Elvynna's teaching.

But to her frustration, Elvynna's explanation was impeccable—precise, insightful, and even enlightening for Pixie herself.

She tried, several times, to nitpick, but each attempt only made her feel like a petty contrarian.

“Ugh… How can she be so good at this? She really does deserve her Grandmaster-tier memories from the simulation…” Pixie sighed, resting her head on the stone table, sulking as she drifted into a daze.

When Eirik finally began his formal training, Pixie hurriedly joined in as well. And as soon as she started practicing alongside him, her eyes lit up.

Powerful elemental forces surged into her body, amplifying her progress. To her astonishment, her efficiency was at least double what she could achieve on her own!

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“Wow… Eirik really has the Elemental Absorption talent… This is incredible!” she thought, barely containing her excitement.

If things continued like this, she could reach Savant-tier! And in Aelsryel, no one else even was at that level.

The mere thought of becoming a Savant made Pixie giddy.

Savants had the potential to create lasting legacies, even founding entire families supported by the powerful Dawnstar Dynasty. A Savant wasn’t just a mage; they were the cornerstone of empires.

The once-mighty Ravenshadow Clan was built by such a figure—though, after thousands of years, even their founding ancestor had vanished into history, and the family had since declined.

But now, with Eirik at her side, Pixie realized she could reclaim that kind of power—no, surpass it!

“Even if I have to go against my father, I’ll bet everything on Eirik,” she vowed silently.

Meanwhile, Eirik felt increasingly unsettled by the two girls’ behavior.

Sure, being the Eye of Divine Insight granted him certain privileges, but the way Elvynna and Pixie crowded around him seemed… excessive.

Especially Elvynna—who wasn’t known for being overly friendly—had gone out of her way to personally select The Art of Elemental Sighs for him. He couldn’t help but feel like they knew more about his talents than they were letting on.

“Something feels off… Way off,” Eirik thought, trying to concentrate on his training but unable to shake his suspicion.

He set his doubts aside for the time being, reminding himself that knowledge was still limited.

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 plot anything underhanded.

With that, Eirik sank deeper into his studies, fully immersing himself in the art of magic.

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By the end of the day, Eirik had progressed from Stalwart Lv3 to Stalwart Lv5, an astounding feat that would take ordinary mages years, if not decades, to achieve. But with his divine insight and rapid learning, it had only taken a few hours.

Still, his frustration lingered.

Elvynna and Pixie were unknowingly complicating things. While training, they kept inching closer to him, drawn by the elemental energy radiating from his presence.

At first, they maintained a respectful 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 against them—feeling their warm skin and catching faint traces of their intoxicating scents.

Both girls had enviable figures, the kind that could easily distract anyone. Staying focused under such conditions was… challenging, to say the least.

Whenever they noticed the proximity, they would blush and hurriedly pull away, only for the same situation to repeat soon after. It was driving him mad.

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Later that evening, Eirik returned to his room, exhaling a long, exasperated sigh.

“Women really are a distraction,” he muttered.

His mind drifted toward his simulator. “I wonder how things progressed while I was away...”

Opening the simulator’s panel, he breathed a sigh of relief. As it turned out, the system had paused or slowed down its operations when all players were in idle mode. Although a day had passed in the real world, only about five centuries had gone by in the simulation.

“Five hundred years, huh…” Eirik mused. For ordinary people, that would be enough time for an entire dynasty to rise and fall. But for mages, it was merely a blink of an eye.

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

“Damn! I didn’t expect to level up this fast! Now this really feels like a magic scholar simulator,” he said, grinning to himself.

However, when he glanced at Pixie’s status, his smile vanished.

Savant Lv1?!

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

Eirik sighed, a mixture of disappointment and exasperation filling his heart.

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