With her head resting against Eirik’s chest, Elvynna felt an unparalleled sense of peace.
Deep down, she knew the Reincarnation Mirror’s magic would only last for six hours. Once that time passed, everything would return to how it was, as though nothing had ever happened. Yet, despite this, Elvynna found herself content. She no longer craved eternity—living in this fleeting moment of joy was enough.
"My love, I want to go see the Wine God Festival with you," she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. It was a fortunate coincidence that today was the very day of the festival, and the city was alive with celebration.
"Of course, let’s enjoy the night," Eirik replied, taking her hand, his heart swelling with affection.
He knew full well that in the simulation, after his death, Elvynna had waited for him for countless millennia. Eventually, she had given up hope, sinking into despair.
It was said that once a mage reached the rank of Archmage, they could extend their life by consuming rare and precious elixirs, halting the decay of their body for a time. Yet Elvynna had turned away from that opportunity. Now, Eirik felt a sharp pang of regret.
At least tonight, he could be by her side.
As they left the manor hand in hand, Pixie hovered nearby, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of the situation.
"How dare they go to the Wine God Festival without me? I’ve never even gone with Eirik! No way, I’m following them to make sure they don’t pull anything crazy!" she muttered under her breath.
The Wine God Festival was a celebration brimming with passion and excitement—who knew what kind of trouble could unfold? Gritting her teeth, Pixie stealthily trailed after them.
“...”
Eirik, however, was already aware of the presence behind them. He couldn't help but feel a mix of amusement and resignation.
His mind was in a strange state; although he retained the memories of the simulation, he remained himself, acutely aware of all the life-and-death events involving Pixie in that world.
“Judging by this, Junior Sister will likely get her hands on a similar artifact sooner or later… Honestly, this ridiculous system has really outdone itself with these chaotic items. Don’t they think I have enough problems already?”
Elvynna held Eirik’s hand as they walked toward the festival. Instead of using flight magic, they enjoyed the walk, savoring the scenery like ordinary folk on a leisurely outing. For Elvynna, these simple moments were precious.
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“Come see the Chardonnay Wine, Sausage Links, Apple Pie, Roasted Chicken, Stewed Beans!”
“Cheddar Cheese!”
“Honeyed Pears!”
“Blushing Peaches!”
“Come sing, drink, and celebrate together!”
Soon, the lively Wine God Festival unfolded before them, filled with colorful lights, tempting food stalls, acrobats, and vibrant entertainment.
“Husband, I want to try this!”
“Husband, look! This acrobat is amazing!”
“This hat would look great on you…”
Elvynna’s playful spirit shone through as she tugged Eirik from one attraction to the next, her joyful energy a stark contrast to the usually composed woman who had once been so absorbed in mastering magic. Now, her charm was irresistible.
“This is so boring! Wasting precious hours like this?” Pixie muttered, angrily chewing on a sausage and cheese roll.
“Boring? I thought you loved this stuff! Every time they bought something, you’d sneak a little for yourself!” a sarcastic voice chimed in unexpectedly.
Pixie spun around to find Violanda standing there, eyes wide in shock. “V…Violanda! What are you doing here? Aren’t you…?”
Wasn’t she in Elaresar City?
“Hmph, I have my ways!” Violanda retorted. Distance didn’t matter to her—if she was willing to spend enough Elemental Stones, she could be anywhere. As a master alchemist and a bishop of the Grand Light Church, such feats were trivial. Though she lacked a legitimate reason for her travel, the scrutiny of the church's elders would be difficult to avoid.
Before Violanda could say more, Pixie darted into a nearby shop, emerging with a hooded cloak. The alchemist could only shake her head in exasperation.
“What are you doing?” she asked, frustration in her voice. Pixie’s erratic behavior was confusing, to say the least.
“I… I don’t know! I just… I just… Waaah, don’t mind me!” Pixie whimpered, her eyes filling with tears, utterly flustered.
“Useless, really! What a waste of space!” Violanda scoffed, rolling her eyes.
“You’re so clever usually, but when it counts, you turn into a fool! No wonder you complain about your father so much. You clearly inherited his flaws. Both of you are more likely to ruin plans than make them succeed!”
If it weren’t for the simulation and her connection with Eirik, Violanda feared the Ravenshadow family would eventually meet its downfall.
With a sigh, Violanda considered whether to use her own Reincarnation Mirror. Unfortunately, she had never lived a life alongside Eirik in the simulation, so using the mirror on herself would be a waste. But perhaps she could awaken Eirik and Pixie’s memories. That way, even if she had to push this clumsy ally into action, she could still disrupt Elvynna’s plans.
This was precisely why Violanda had appeared now—she feared the little fool might slip away and cry, ruining her carefully laid plans at the most critical moment.
Meanwhile, Elvynna and Eirik, having enjoyed the festival for a while, finally grew weary. Each holding a sparkler, they wandered toward a secluded patch of wild violets outside the city gate. The garden was quiet and remote, free from the bustling crowd.
“Why are they heading out to such an empty place? What are they planning?” Panic surged in Pixie’s chest, and she dropped her sparkler.
“What do you think they’re doing? Why ask me?” Violanda shot her a look, picking up the pace.
With no choice, Pixie followed.
Seeing her lagging behind, Violanda grabbed Pixie’s arm and yanked her forward.
If Violanda hadn’t been there, Pixie would have likely hesitated, fearing the intimate scene between Elvynna and Eirik.
As Violanda said, Pixie was bold in everyday life, but when it came to crucial moments, she hesitated—truly useless!