Over the course of ten years, Aurelion was able to learn most of the magic of the Mage Council and even become a fifth-tier mage, all thanks to the Eternal Forge.

However, after Teacher Victor unleashed that sixth-order spell, she was unable to discern the underlying principles.

There was no chanting, and not even a magic circle.

How can she possibly imitate that?

Thinking of this, Aurelion's eyes dimmed, and she lowered her head in disbelief, her brows furrowed.

Is she destined to never catch up with her teacher?

"Want to learn?"

The sudden sound roused Aurelion from her reverie.

She looked up and saw Victor smiling as he slowly approached.

Then, he leaned down, his face almost touching hers, and casually said:

"I'll teach you."

Buzz!

This left the disheveled Aurelion completely blank, and she stood there dumbfounded.

Her cheeks flushed with nervousness and shyness, and she stared blankly at Victor.

The next second, Aurelion, realizing what had happened, hurriedly leaned back, her mouth slightly open, her hands tightly gripping the hem of her long dress, looking panicked and helpless.

What did Teacher Viktor say...?

Teach her, teach her, teach her!

No...no, we're too close, I can't think straight at all.

What should I do? Should I push the teacher away?! No way!

She is the Empress, the Empress! The dignity of the Emperor cannot be violated!

She should now loudly reprimand and stop Victor's behavior!

But...but...

Aurelion's lips and body trembled slightly, and she was completely unable to utter a word.

At this moment, she was no longer the high and mighty emperor, but rather more like a flustered young girl.

So she quickly closed her eyes, lowered her head, and placed her hands, which were clutching the hem of her clothes, on her knees as she sat on the surface of the floating rock.

Immediately afterwards, a warm touch slowly descended from above her head, causing Aurelion to involuntarily open her eyes.

That large hand was not only warm, but also gave people a sense of reassurance.

He gently stroked Aurelion's head, as if offering silent comfort, gradually calming her down.

But how could he do that?

How could one so easily touch the head of an emperor?

"This is a kingdom, so you are not the emperor now."

"But I am still your teacher."

As he finished speaking, Victor's hand left Aurelion's head.

All that remained was a complex mix of emotions within her.

Aurelion couldn't help but raise her head, her gaze following the receding figure.

Victor straightened up again and casually put his hands in his pockets.

He stood atop the cliff, bathed in the radiant light emanating from him.

Like a sublime sun that surpasses the stars, elegant and confident.

But……

This composure seems to be something that will never belong to her.

As Victor said, outside this kingdom, she was no longer the emperor who was high above everyone else.

But it was only Aurelion Sol.

But one thing remains unchanged: no matter when or where, Viktor is her teacher.

From beginning to end, this battle was never as Aurelion had imagined.

A victory is all it takes to bring Victor back to the Empire.

Teacher Viktor chose this place not for fighting, but to give her a private lesson.

The entire battle process, from beginning to end, was less of a battle and more of a test conducted on her by Professor Victor.

Even in the end,

Teacher Victor unleashed a sixth-order spell, shattering her belief that she had surpassed her teacher.

Every step he took was a profound lesson he taught as a teacher.

'I am your teacher.'

'If you want to learn, I will teach you.'

But that's all there is to it.

Because he is the teacher and she is the student.

At this moment, Aurelion's heart was in turmoil, and her imperial majesty and dignity quietly vanished.

She bit her lip lightly, her eyes shimmering with a hint of regret and resentment.

Summoning her courage, she looked up, trying her best to hold back the tears welling up in her eyes.

With a hint of anticipation and reluctance, she asked softly:

"Is it only... a teacher?"