"Damn it! That bastard isn’t just a jerk, he’s a full-blown villain!"

  "I swear, I’d love nothing more than to knock that dog down myself!"

  "Unbelievable! This so-called 'gold card' is just a greedy scumbag!"

  "In my opinion, Eirik’s definitely involved with that Miss Ashford!"

  The world chat was flooded with furious messages about Eirik.

  Some even began to question if his earlier kindness toward Pixie had all been a facade.

  This guy must be playing a much bigger game than anyone realized.

  As the gossip heated up, curiosity started to spark.

  Who exactly was this Miss Ashford?

  "I’ve heard that the only Miss Ashford who could speak for the dynasty’s government is..."

  "The daughter of the current Minister of Military and Politics, Cecilia Ashford!"

  The Minister of Military and Politics!

  Mr. Ashford!

  While he didn’t hold a formal title, his influence in the dynasty was enormous, enough to make anyone tremble.

  And Mr. Ashford was a Level 2 Savant—one of the elite among mages—combining both power and influence.

  His daughter, Cecilia, though not particularly strong in magic, was extremely skilled in political affairs and had a deep understanding of literature and music. With her father’s support, Cecilia wielded considerable authority within the dynasty, despite being a woman.

  One was a prodigious talent, the other the fated heir to a position of power—together, they seemed a perfect match.

  Naturally, rumors began to swirl.

  That scoundrel Eirik was clearly abandoning his wife to climb the social ladder!

  How shameless!

  "Is someone like that even worth pursuing?"

  At that moment, Selene, now in Elaresar, found herself taken aback.

  Even she couldn’t stomach it.

  Eirik’s actions—betraying his own wife to eliminate her entirely—were too vile, too ruthless to accept.

  But what they didn’t know was that after Pixie had walked away, another figure emerged from the small cabin.

  Dressed in a pure white robe, she had an alluring presence, her figure graceful and cold, radiating an almost unnatural composure.

  This was the Master Alchemist, Violanda.

  "Master Alchemist, the task you assigned to me is complete. That woman, Pixie, must be heartbroken by now..."

  Cecilia shook her head lightly, her eyes sympathetic towards Pixie.

  But as she sipped her coffee, there was no intention to leave. Instead, she turned her gaze toward Violanda, clearly intrigued.

  "I’m curious… Why the rush on this? What is it that you’re after?"

  Violanda didn’t hesitate, her voice calm but direct. "Our Holy Light Church’s Hall of Judgment has been without a lineage for over a thousand years. It’s time to appoint a new Archbishop."

  She was planning to recruit Pixie, who had studied the Forgotten Grimoire?

  "Ah, so you’re preparing for that battle twenty years from now..." Cecilia said, her eyes widening in understanding.

  Eirik felt a strange tug at his heart. While somewhat bittersweet, everything was unfolding just as planned with the Master Alchemist.

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  It was unfortunate that their thousand-year marital bond had vanished so suddenly.

  Now, it was up to him—or the Master Alchemist—to make sure the Forgotten Grimoire reached Pixie.

  "Why is this happening? Did I completely misjudge him from the start?" Pixie wondered in her heart, the weight of her thoughts pressing down on her.

  She sat, frozen in place, staring at the screen before her. For a moment, she felt an overwhelming urge to end her simulation, to escape it all.

  But then, she stopped herself.

  She refused to accept it.

  If she gave up now, wouldn’t that bastard get exactly what he wanted?

  To just roll over and let him and Miss Ashford go off together?

  She would not go down without a fight!

  Determined, Pixie mumbled to herself that she wasn’t going to let this go.

  In that moment, shadows of pursuers closed in behind her. She fought harder than ever, more recklessly, with a fierce courage she hadn’t known she had…

  The night seemed to drag on forever.

  Bathed in blood, she stumbled through the darkness, and finally, exhausted, she collapsed into a river, swept away by the current.

  She floated in the water for three days before finally reaching a river valley, where a nun found her.

  When Pixie woke up, she was in an unfamiliar place.

  "What a wretched body I have… and I’m still alive?"

  Her battered form greeted her with a bitter laugh.

  To her surprise, she found herself outside a run-down temple, where an old nun was gazing at her with an expression of indifference.

  "Hungry, dear? Come in for a meal."

  The old nun turned and walked inside without a word.

  Pixie watched the retreating figure, sensing that this old nun was just an ordinary person. The temple was in a secluded area with no magical aura, easing her tension a little.

  After fixing her clothes, Pixie followed the nun inside.

  Thus began her three years of recuperation in the dilapidated temple.

  During this time, Pixie refrained from using any of her powers, living a simple, mundane life as if she had given up on everything.

  It felt like everything had drifted far away.

  At times, she even considered ending it all.

  But over time, she noticed something strange about the old nun.

  The nun was often seen studying a scripture in secret, as if fearful of being caught, hiding something.

  As the years passed, Pixie realized the nun was developing elemental powers.

  It struck her as amusing.

  The old nun had been so cautious around her, yet here she was, quietly training in secret.

  Curious, Pixie decided to offer her some advanced magic books she had mastered.

  To her surprise, the old nun barely glanced at the tomes before dismissing them with a scoff.

  That only piqued Pixie’s curiosity further.

  Was the old nun truly that uninformed, or was there something remarkable about the scripture she was studying?

  Three more years passed, and Pixie could no longer contain her curiosity. One day, she sneaked a peek at the old nun’s scripture.

  What she saw left her dumbstruck: the words "Forgotten Grimoire" were written there.

  "Forgotten Grimoire… I’ve heard of this! It’s a closely guarded secret of the Holy Light Church!"

  Pixie was stunned.

  Could it be that even with her wretched body, she had stumbled upon some kind of fortune?

  And forgetting feelings? That was exactly what she needed!

  "No matter what, I must master this! To forget that scoundrel completely! Hahaha!"

  For the past four years, her life in the game had been uneventful, but her inner turmoil ran deep.

  Every night, she lay awake, her pillow soaked with tears…

  In that moment, Pixie rushed to find the old nun, determined to become her apprentice!

  Though the old nun’s powers were modest, she was clearly well-versed in the Forgotten Grimoire.

  Forgetting emotions was the hardest part.

  Since the old nun had succeeded, she was qualified to teach!

  "Are you truly willing to forget emotions, sever ties, and learn the Forgotten Grimoire?" the old nun asked, her voice solemn.

  Pixie fell silent, memories of her moments with Eirik flooding her mind—the happy days, and the night everything had fallen apart.

  Her expression hardened.

  "I… I’m certain."

  Pixie spoke softly but firmly.

  "Very well," the old nun said. "From this day forth, you shall be the fifty-seventh nun of our Holy Light Church’s Hall of Judgment. You will no longer be known as Pixie. I bestow upon you the new religious name of Adelina."

  And so it was.

  From that moment on, Pixie ceased to exist.

  Only Sister Adelina remained.

  "Is it finally time to begin forgetting emotions?"

  Watching it unfold, Eirik felt a strange mix of relief and sorrow.

  Pixie, ever clever, had become the perfect candidate for mastering the Forgotten Grimoire.

  Once she became the old nun’s apprentice, her progress was swift, much faster than he’d expected.

  The once vibrant girl, filled with elemental energy, transformed into a cold, emotionless nun.

  "Though this is a path I set her on, it still hurts to see her so detached…" Eirik sighed.

  "Will she succeed in forgetting her emotions?"

  That night, amidst a storm of rain and lightning, Pixie opened her eyes slowly, a peaceful expression on her face.

  She felt the flow of energy inside her, her once stagnant meridians now free and flowing, her soul completely reshaped.

  "【Congratulations! You have obtained the special title: Forgetter. (Gold)】"

  【Special Effect: Heartless: Those with emotions inflict self-harm, while the heartless harm others. Your damage to the opposite sex increases by fifty percent.】

  【Special Effect: Steadfastness: Without gain or loss, without resentment or regret. You are likely to be immune to soul damage, and your soul strength increases by twenty percent.】

  "Wow, I actually got a gold title?"

  Pixie stared at her new status, stunned.

  Her previous stats had always been subpar.

  She had only earned a purple talent thanks to her family’s wealth, and her arrogance had come from her husband.

  Now, at last, she had earned a gold title—on her own!

  "Hmph, you filthy man, I can do just fine without you!"

  Pixie could never have imagined that this gold title, Forgetter, was something Eirik had painstakingly obtained for her...