“I just don’t get it. Eirik was about to kill you and erased your memories—how can you defend him now?”

  “Pip, are you seriously trying to pull the wool over our eyes?”

  When Pixie defended Eirik, claiming he wasn’t the villain everyone thought, the world chat exploded. Messages flew in rapid succession, as players reacted in shock.

  Not wasting any time, Pixie quickly shared a fragment of her memories.

  [Player Pixie has shared a memory fragment. Do you wish to view it?]

  The system notification pinged across everyone’s screens.

  “Memory fragments can be shared?” Confusion spread through the chat.

  “This is an item I retrieved after regaining my past life’s memories. It’s called the Well of Fate. You can view my memories at any time—just click on it and watch as a bystander,” Pixie explained.

  “Oh, so it’s just a bystander view? What a letdown,” Liora pouted from a shadowed corner, feeling a bit disappointed.

  She had imagined something more thrilling—a first-person perspective, maybe even a soul possession! But curiosity got the best of her, and she clicked on the link.

  After all, Eirik had done terrible things: he’d killed his beloved wife and imprisoned his own son. How could anyone see him as anything but a scumbag?

  As Liora clicked, she felt a brief darkness envelope her, and suddenly she found herself in a grand, desolate hall.

  “Is this... the Judgment Hall of the Holy Light Church?” Liora realized she had turned into a pillar, frozen and silent, unable to speak.

  But her view was excellent; she could clearly see Pixie below, guiding her disciples to open the door for an envoy from Emperor Raedric.

  It was clear this was the night Pixie uncovered the truth.

  She had been freed from her state of forgetfulness by the divine artifact, the Ocean Mirror, and had learned of Eirik’s death. She nearly perished at the hands of Raedric's elite assassins...

  “The truth... is like this?” The world chat grew eerily quiet.

  “I knew it! My husband’s character is beyond reproach!” Elvynna sighed with relief, her tension easing.

  “Waaah, I want to cry! How can there be such a good man in the world?” another player exclaimed.

  “I feel terrible... I called him a scumbag earlier...” Several players, realizing their mistake, began to express their regret.

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  “...Next time, I’ll apologize to Eirik. Even if he doesn’t know me, I’ll still apologize!” Selene announced earnestly.

  “Ha, are you really going to apologize?” Liora quietly mocked. “Seriously, mentor? You’re a teacher at Starlight Academy. Couldn’t you show a bit more restraint?”

  Just as the others were starting to feel guilty, a new message popped up in the chat.

  “I’ll accept your apologies on behalf of my husband. I’ll reluctantly forgive you, ha ha!” Pixie’s voice dripped with smug satisfaction as she flaunted her “main wife” status.

  The others, who had just begun apologizing, felt as though the wind had been knocked out of them. The smug grin Pixie had on the other side of the screen was almost palpable.

  “What do you mean, ‘I’ll accept the apologies for Eirik’? We’re the ones apologizing here, not you!” one player retorted.

  “Pixie!” Elvynna couldn’t hold back her anger. She slammed her staff down, her rage smoldering in her eyes.

  Frustrated, she drew her magic sword and began hacking at a nearby bush.

  The chat went still for a moment, but Pixie felt no satisfaction. She wanted more.

  “Oh right, let me show you my new skin, ‘Oath of Life and Death’! It’s a golden-tier skin—do you know how rare that is? You have to endure life and death, entwined as a legendary couple, to even have a chance of getting it!” Pixie teased.

  With that, Pixie shared an absolutely stunning golden illustration. The artwork depicted Eirik and Pixie standing back to back, one solid and the other ethereal, both with solemn expressions, symbolizing the distance between life and death...

  [Effect: Oath of Life and Death (Golden): When fighting together, triggers a cooperative attack that increases magic power by thirty percent.]

  “…”

  Many players felt a sharp pang of jealousy.

  They had been playing for so long, and yet, they hadn’t even seen a golden skin, let alone an ultra-rare purple item. Pixie wasn’t any more skilled than they were; she had just gotten lucky with a good husband and became a golden card with the “Forgotten” trait—and now she had this golden skin as a reward?

  How infuriating.

  “Ha ha, don’t be envious! It’s just a golden skin. Next time, I’ll get an even better one!” Pixie’s taunting message popped up.

  “Junior Sister is getting more and more arrogant!” Elvynna muttered, her teeth gritted. Hacking at the bushes wasn’t enough anymore—she started attacking trees.

  Even Violanda, the potion master who had been lurking silently, couldn’t hold back her frustration.

  How could anyone be so arrogant?

  “What do you mean ‘next time’? Do you think golden skins grow on trees?” Violanda fumed. She, too, had only ever acquired one golden item.

  Unable to tolerate Pixie’s gloating any longer, Violanda anonymously typed her first-ever message in the world chat.

  “This was supposed to be a perfect story, full of eternal love, but you’ve turned it into a tragic ending, separated by life and death. What’s there to be proud of?” Violanda’s words cut deep.

  For Violanda, the story of her and Eirik had been inspiring—if not a comedy, at least something meaningful. To see it reduced to this... Pixie’s selfishness and pride were almost unbearable.

  But Pixie wasn’t about to admit defeat.

  “You... what do you know? It’s precisely because it’s so poignant that it’s unforgettable! I like it, so what?!” Pixie snapped defiantly.

  “Ha.” Violanda scoffed and chose not to respond further. It was a waste of time.

  Next time, she would get her hands on Eirik, the golden card himself. Let’s see how smug Pixie would be then!

  Pixie, fully aware that many players were eyeing her husband, felt no panic. She knew the competition was fierce, but she was determined to keep her prize.

  “I’m already a success,” Pixie mused, as she prepared for the upcoming match. “As long as I repeat this experience, they won’t be able to take him from me!”

  In this life, she was determined to make up for the regrets of her past and secure Eirik once again.