Chapter 34 Rewrite Another Game
Turns out when you're a former villainess with interdimensional notoriety and narrative-breaking powers, people start asking you to officiate weddings.
Which is how I ended up in ceremonial robes, holding a crystal microphone, standing under a floating flower arch while two minor nobles declared their eternal love in rhyming verse.
Ashrin, watching from the sidelines: "Are we sure this isn't a cult thing?"
Caelis: "No one rhymes that passionately without at least mild enchantment."
Lucien, deadpan: "You're both just mad you're not the ones getting married."
Caelis: "Excuse me?!"
Lucien: "Did I stutter?"
And just like that—I was officiating a wedding and managing a love triangle sidebar. Multitasking!
Halfway through the vows, someone shouted:
"VERENIA, YOU'RE BEING SCOUTED BY THE MULTIVERSAL EDITORIAL BOARD!"
A glowing envelope exploded into my face.
Inside:
"You've rewritten one world. Want to fix a few more?
Pay: Great.
Perks: Time travel insurance.
Side effects: Mild loss of identity, occasional omniscience."
Lucien snatched the letter. "No."
Ashrin crossed his arms. "Absolutely not."
Caelis set it on fire. "We're unionizing against this."
I laughed.
Then blinked.
Then laughed again.
Because honestly?
It was flattering.
But this world—this weird, glitchy, heartbroken, charming world—was mine.
And I wasn't done here.
I handed the ashes back to the universe via dramatic confetti toss.
The wedding ended beautifully.
The couple kissed. The flower arch exploded. (Again. That's apparently traditional now.)
Afterward, while sipping magical champagne, I caught Ashrin looking moody by the garden pond.
"You okay?"
He shrugged. "Just thinking."
I leaned closer. "About?"
He glanced at me.
Then quietly said, "What it'd be like if we were up there someday."
My brain short-circuited.
"Hypothetically," he added quickly. "Just... data collection."
I nodded, heart pounding. "Well. You're welcome to submit a proposal for review."
Caelis immediately shouted from the balcony, "I KNEW IT. I HAVE A RING SKETCHED IN MY COAT."
Lucien calmly handed me a list titled 'Romantic Scenarios Ranked by Probability of Tears.'
The night ended with dancing.
Magic lights. Sweet music. My dress floating like a dream.
And three idiots arguing over who got the next dance.
I didn't choose.
I just grabbed all three.
And we danced until the stars stopped glitching.