Ilya's Specialty

The Elf Race is different from other races; they do not reproduce through sexual intercourse between males and females or by giving birth after pregnancy.

The continuation of their race relies entirely on the Tree of Life at the center of the Forest of Forest.

Every elf was once a fruit growing on the Tree of Life.

When the fruit ripens and falls, it transforms into a young elf.

Elves that fall from the same branch determine their sibling relationships based on the order in which they fell.

The Saintess of the Elf Race is actually an elf transformed from a fruit that fell from the main trunk of the Tree of Life. Although they are few in number, they are not unique, with several appearing each year.

Edith and Ilya are Saintesses who were born from the main trunk of the Tree of Life over twenty years ago.

Because Ilya fell a little earlier, she is the older sister.

However, in daily life, Edith actually plays the role of the older sister more often, frequently worrying about the trivial matters of Ilya's life.

At this moment, class had already ended, but the students below were in no rush to leave. Instead, they appeared very enthusiastic, swarming the podium and surrounding Ilya to "earnestly" ask questions about magic arrays.

Ilya had no idea that these little brats were just coveting her beauty; she simply answered their questions one by one with great responsibility.

It wasn't until the time for the next class was approaching that these magic apprentices reluctantly left to head to their next classroom.

Unlike when they saw Ilya, as soon as these guys left the classroom and bumped into Edith, their expressions changed instantly. They didn't even dare to glance at her, fleeing in a panic, which left Ron feeling both amused and helpless.

Edith crossed her arms and sneered, tapping her fingers against her arm. She waited until everyone had left before patting her forehead and walking inside with a sigh.

Ron stood outside without following her in, only hearing Edith's voice echoing from within.

"How many times have I told you? Since you've become a teacher, you should show some authority! Those little brats aren't here to listen to your lecture at all; they're just looking at your pretty face!"

"Alright, alright, I'll stop talking. In any case, you should just give up on that dream of popularizing magic arrays; it's simply impossible..."

"I've already bought your dinner and left it on the table in your room. Remember to eat! Don't always get so buried in your magic array research that you forget to eat!"

Edith nagged about a bunch of things, and only when she followed Ilya out of the classroom did she stop her "daily discipline" of Ilya.

"Oh, that's right, Ilya. This is Ron Andre, His Highness the Seventh Prince of the Human Empire," Edith introduced. "Your Highness Ron, this is my sister, Ilya."

"Your Highness Ron." Ilya had already returned to her quiet and gentle demeanor, greeting Ron in a soft voice and performing a unique etiquette of the Elf Race.

"Saintess Ilya." Ron also gave a simple bow, his gaze sweeping over her.

At close range, Ron realized that Ilya was a full head taller than Edith, only a few centimeters shorter than himself.

Looking closely, he realized that Ilya's legs were long and shapely, but they were hidden by her long skirt, making them easy to overlook from a distance.

So that's where Ilya's hidden asset lies... Ron thought to himself.

Ilya seemed to have no interest in anything other than magic arrays. After a simple greeting to Ron, she gave a polite, faint smile and nodded before taking her leave.

Ron clearly noticed that her gaze lacked a clear focus, as if she were completely lost in thought.

After Ilya left, Edith said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Your Highness Ron. My sister is just like that. She is a completely different person when discussing magic arrays compared to her usual self, so her attitude just now wasn't directed at you."

Ron shook his head with a smile, indicating that he didn't mind.

His soul came from another world that advocated equality, so he was never controlled by the rigid class-based thinking of this world. Even though his status was that of the Seventh Prince, it didn't give him the illusion of being superior to others.

Besides, she was a beautiful elf lady, wasn't she?

Edith breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, "Then shall we go to the training ground to learn how to use magic now?"

"Sure, I'll trouble you."

Inside the open-air training ground of the Magic Academy, Mason was leading over a dozen first-rank mages in learning how to cast the Soil Tilling Technique.

These students had just shed the status of magic apprentices, condensed their Magic Seed, and officially become mages.

Thanks to the newly opened Nether Orchid meditation room in the Magic Tower, the number of people advancing in the academy had increased significantly in the past few days.

In particular, many magic apprentices who had been limited by their own talent and suffered from low meditation efficiency had been unable to condense their Magic Seed, wasting their time in the academy.

But with the help of the Nether Orchid, a large group of "elderly" magic apprentices were able to break through, which could be considered a happy event for the academy recently.

Consequently, the daily tasks of the teaching assistants had also become quite heavy.

After all, teaching magic apprentices only required explaining theoretical knowledge in the classroom, but after advancing to a first-rank mage, practical magic lessons inevitably had to be put on the agenda.

However, at the very beginning, almost no one could successfully cast a spell.

No matter how well they learned the theory, actually trying to control magic power to flow through the meridians in the body was still a very difficult thing to master.

Mason's students were trying to cast the Soil Tilling Technique for the first time today. Although he had repeatedly emphasized various key points in class, when it came to the field, they still needed to try and control it slowly on their own.

In any case, the best performer so far had only managed to stir up a little dust.

Mason stood to the side, bored, occasionally responding to the students' confusion, while thinking about when he could finish class early so he could go find Edith and Harper, and then head to the Barbecue Shop to eat skewers and play cards together.

Having advanced to a fourth-rank mage, he could be considered to have no further ambitions.

With his magic talent, even with the help of the Nether Orchid, he was certainly hopeless of becoming a high-rank mage.

Therefore, apart from asking Professor Hicks for advice on some intermediate magic he hadn't learned yet, he basically had no other pursuits.

On the contrary, playing Elemental Cards made him feel quite interested and fulfilled.

I really feel like I'm getting old... Mason shook his head.

Then, he heard a wave of whispered discussions erupting among the students.

"Hey, is that Edith?"

"Whoa~ I haven't seen her in a few days."

"Do you guys like this type? I think Ilya is the true queen!"

"You damn leg-fetishist! Edith is the ultimate pursuit for any man, okay?"

"Tch! Then why don't you go for it?"

"Uh... cough cough... you guys, look! There's a man following behind Edith!"

"They seem to be chatting and laughing? Damn! Could something be going on?"

"Hey, hey... that man looks a bit... pretty, doesn't he..."

Hearing their chatter, Mason first shook his head helplessly, then followed their gazes toward the entrance of the training grounds, just in time to see Edith and Ron walking in.

Failure's Diary: This book hit one hundred thousand words yesterday, and I've manually applied for a contract in the backend... I hope it gets approved...