Her gentle gaze fell on the "self," watching the girl squint her bright blue eyes slightly from the sweet and sour taste of the juice, noticing her naturally charming demeanor when speaking with the maid.
Hearing the whispered dialogue of the two Gods, she gently shook her head, her lips curving into a faint smile, filled with understanding and blessing:
"No..."
Her voice was as gentle as a breeze, only to be heard by the Deities:
"She is neither someone's shadow nor an echo of anyone. She is simply a blessed girl, an ordinary life brimming with infinite possibilities. She is a happy 'Charlotte de Castel' in this new era."
Charlotte's gaze seemed to penetrate the present world, envisioning the plain yet precious life that this girl could have along this timeline.
There would be no family ruin or demise, no conspiracy or pursuit, no sacrifices or burdens, just a path belonging to a noble young lady, perhaps with minor troubles but overall bright.
That is enough.
