Crowned by Magic: Sorceresses Seek His Favor(LitRPG)

5:He's willing to die for me!

"After I die, Eirik will be so heartbroken that he will follow me into the void."

From the other side, Elvynna watched Eirik in the game—a lone figure, drenched in blood, his body wracked with pain, seemingly on the verge of giving up. Her heart stirred with conflicting emotions.

In the hours she had spent immersed in this simulation, she had always seen Eirik as nothing more than a foolish coward. A man who cracked jokes at the most inopportune times and spouted nonsense without a care. She had assumed that if she fell in battle, he would be the first to hide, doing whatever it took to save himself. But what she saw now was entirely different.

It seemed she had underestimated him.

This retainer—this loyal fool—was willing to lay down his life for her.

The realization hit her like a wave, and she felt her emotions swirl. This magical world, so unforgiving and cold, where everyone schemed and betrayed one another in the pursuit of power—yet here was this man, willing to die for her without hesitation.

Her heart clenched, and Elvynna, for the first time in what felt like forever, allowed herself to feel something deeper than the icy walls she had built around herself.

[The simulation has ended. Would you like to acquire the related memories?]

More memories?

Elvynna's eyes sparkled with excitement. Though her in-game life had come to an end in battle, she had reached Practitioner LV9. In contrast, her real-life self was still struggling at Practitioner LV1.

It was rare for anyone in the magical world to reach such heights—many mentors at the prestigious magic academy were only at LV5 or LV6. LV9 was a level reserved for legendary figures, ancient masters who were whispered about in the halls of history. The thought of inheriting such a legacy, even in the form of a simulation, thrilled her.

"Of course, I want them!"

Elvynna willed the memories to flood her mind, her pulse quickening with anticipation. For a brief moment, she felt the overwhelming rush of experiences—years of her life, condensed into mere seconds. She could almost see it all: planting peach saplings with Eirik, watching them grow with each passing season, each day spent together. Though cold and distant for so long, deep down, she had always cared for him.

And now, after her death, he had followed her into the unknown, his cowardice forgotten, transformed into something far more heroic.

[Game Over]

[You had a heavenly talent but were betrayed by a villain, losing the Regal Bone of the Ancients. You fought valiantly against the darkness in the north, a brief but brilliant highlight of your life.]

[Achievement Level: Blue.]

[Overall Image: Newcomer in the Magical Realm.]

The Blue Achievement Level—just a step above Eirik's White Level—was not a high rank by any means. And the "Newcomer in the Magical Realm" label left her feeling somewhat disheartened. She was at Practitioner LV9 in the simulation, nearly a legend in her field, but here, she was considered a beginner?

Still, she couldn't help but reflect on the vastness of the world around her. The Emperor, who could supposedly bend the very flow of the cosmos, was said to be at the peak of magical power. To be called a newcomer at LV9 wasn't as unfair as it seemed.

And then there was the mention of the Regal Bone of the Ancients—a secret from her childhood, a detail the simulation had insightfully uncovered. The loss of that bone, and the betrayal that came with it, had been a wound she had never shared with anyone. The simulation, it seemed, was more perceptive than she'd given it credit for.