“Damn it! This scumbag isn’t just a jerk; he’s a total villain!”

“I swear, I’d love nothing more than to personally take this dog down!”

“Unbelievable! This so-called ‘gold card’ is nothing but a greedy bastard!”

“In my opinion, Eirik must be involved with that Miss Ashford!”

At this moment, the world chat was filled with furious comments about Eirik.

Some even questioned if Eirik’s previous kindness towards Pixie was just an act.

This man must be playing a deeper game than anyone realized!

And as the gossip heated up, curiosity ignited.

Who exactly was this Miss Ashford?

“I’ve heard that the only Miss Ashford who can speak on behalf of 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!

Though he held no title, he wielded immense power in this dynasty, instilling fear in all.

Moreover, Mr. Ashford was a Savant of Level 2, an elite among mages, combining both influence and strength.

His daughter, Cecilia, while not particularly powerful, was exceptionally skilled in managing state affairs and was well-versed in literature and music.

With her father’s backing, Cecilia, despite being a woman, held considerable authority in the dynasty.

One was a stunning prodigy of unmatched talent, and the other was a fated child of destiny with an aura of rules surrounding him; at a glance, they did seem like a perfect match.

Thus, many scandalous speculations arose.

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

How shameless!

“Is someone like that really worth pursuing…”

At that moment, Selene, arriving in Elaresar, was taken aback.

Even she found it unbearable to watch.

Eirik’s actions—reporting his own wife to eliminate her completely—were too vicious, too cruel to accept.

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

Draped in a holy white robe, she possessed an alluring physique, radiating both charm and coldness in a way that felt perfectly natural.

Undoubtedly, this stunning beauty was the Master Alchemist, Violanda.

“Master Alchemist, the task you entrusted me with is complete. That woman, Pixie, must be heartbroken now…”

Cecilia shook her head lightly, her eyes filled with sympathy for Pixie.

But as she sipped her coffee, she showed no intention of leaving, curiosity piqued as she turned to the Master Alchemist.

“I’d like to know why you’re so eager about this matter. What do you seek?”

Violanda didn’t play coy;

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her red lips parted as she spoke candidly, “Our Holy Light Church’s Hall of Judgment has lost its lineage for over a thousand years. It’s time to appoint a new Archbishop.”

She wanted to recruit Pixie, who had learned the Forgotten Grimoire?

“Ah, so you’re preparing for that battle twenty years from now…”

Cecilia understood.

Eirik felt a twinge of nostalgia. Though it was somewhat bittersweet, everything was unfolding as planned with the Master Alchemist.

It was a shame that their thousand-year marital bond had vanished overnight.

Next, it was up to him or the Master Alchemist to ensure the Forgotten Grimoire made its way to Pixie.

“Why is this happening? Did I misjudge him from the start?!”

At that moment, Pixie felt utterly dejected.

Her body tensed, eyes glued to the screen before her, and a fleeting urge to end her simulation washed over her.

But ultimately, she held back.

Mainly because she refused to accept it!

If she died, wouldn’t it fulfill that bastard’s wishes?!

To simply roll over and let him and Miss Ashford fly off together?

She wouldn’t go down without a fight!

She wanted to live, to take revenge on that scoundrel!

Pixie mumbled, determined not to let this slide.

In that moment, shadows of pursuers closed in behind her. She fought fiercely, more recklessly than she ever had before, feeling a fierce courage she’d never known…

That night felt endless.

Bathed in blood, she pressed onward through the dark, until, exhausted, she collapsed into the river, carried away by the current.

You followed quietly, watching her closely, several times considering intervening, but ultimately refraining.

So, Pixie drifted in the water for three days until she reached a river valley, where a nun rescued her.

Pixie finally awoke.

“What a wretched body I have; I’m still alive?”

She examined her battered form and chuckled bitterly.

To her surprise, she found herself outside a dilapidated temple.

A scruffy old nun was gazing at her, seemingly indifferent.

“Hungry, dear? Come in for a meal.”

The old nun turned and walked inside.

Pixie studied her retreating figure, realizing this old nun was just an ordinary person, and the temple was in a remote, desolate area with no magical aura.

That eased her tension a bit, and after straightening her clothes, she followed inside.

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

During this time, she didn’t tap into any of her powers, living an utterly mundane life as if resigned to her fate.

It felt as if everything had drifted far away.

Pixie even contemplated ending her life entirely.

But as time passed, she noticed something peculiar about the old nun.

The nun often quietly studied a scripture, appearing fearful of being discovered, as if hiding something.

As time wore on, the old nun began to exhibit elemental powers.

This struck Pixie as amusing.

The old nun had been so wary of her, yet here she was, secretly training.

After some hesitation, Pixie decided to gift her some advanced magic tomes she had mastered.

But to her surprise, when the old nun glanced at her magical tomes, she scoffed dismissively.

This piqued Pixie's curiosity.

Was the old nun lacking in insight, or was the book she was secretly studying truly remarkable?

Another three years passed, and Pixie could no longer contain her curiosity; she peeked at the old nun’s scripture.

What she saw left her stunned: 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!”

In reality, Pixie was taken aback.

Could it be that even her wretched body had some fortune after all?

And to forget feelings? That was precisely what she needed!

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

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

Every time she lay awake at midnight, her pillow soaked with tears…

So, Pixie rushed to find the old nun, resolved to become her apprentice!

While the old nun’s powers were modest, she truly had insights into the Forgotten Grimoire.

Forgetting feelings was the hardest part.

Since the old nun had succeeded, she was qualified to be her teacher!

“Are you truly willing to forget emotions, sever ties, and learn the Forgotten Grimoire?”

The old nun sighed softly, her voice serious.

Pixie fell silent, memories flooding her mind of moments with Eirik—the happy days but also the night of bloodshed, the night everything crumbled.

Her bewildered gaze gradually hardened.

“I… am certain.”

Pixie spoke softly, her tone resolute.

“Very well, 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 a new religious name, Adelina.”

And so it was!

From this moment on, there would be no more Pixie, only Sister Adelina.

“Is it finally time to begin forgetting emotions?”

Watching it all unfold, Eirik’s feelings became more complex—somewhat relieved, yet tinged with loss.

Pixie, clever since childhood and now facing such adversity, was indeed a perfect candidate for mastering the Forgotten Grimoire.

Once she became the old nun’s apprentice, her progress in forgetting feelings was remarkably swift.

The once vibrant girl, brimming with elemental energy, quickly transformed.

Now, her depiction was that of a nun, her eyes cold and devoid of emotion.

“Though this is a path I forged, it still pains me to see her so detached…”

Eirik couldn’t help but sigh.

“Will she finally succeed in forgetting her emotions?”

At that moment, Master Alchemist Violanda arrived, presenting a fruit of enlightenment.

That night, amidst torrential rain and lightning flashing like swords, Pixie slowly opened her eyes, a tranquil expression on her face.

As she gazed inward, her once-stagnant meridians flowed freely now, and even her entire soul had been reshaped,

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

*【Special Effect: Heartless: Those with feelings 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 will very likely not suffer soul damage, and your soul strength increases by twenty percent.】*

“Wow, I actually got a gold title?”

In reality, Pixie stared at her new panel, momentarily stunned.

Her previous stats had always been quite dismal.

She had only managed to get a purple talent thanks to her family’s wealth, and her arrogance came from her husband.

Now, at last, she had a gold title earned through her own efforts!

“Hmph, you stinky man, I can do just fine without you!”

At that moment, Pixie couldn’t even imagine that this gold title, Forgetter, was something Eirik had painstakingly acquired for her…