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 deanor 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 soone'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 seed to penetrate the present world, envisioning the plain yet precious life that this girl could have along this tiline.
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.
This is her gratitude to the other party, a final small blessing.
After saying this, she gazed deeply for the last ti at the lively and radiant figure under the sun, as if to engrave this scene into the eternal Divine Soul.
Then, she slowly turned around:
"We must leave now. This world truly belongs to them."
Artemis and Helios exchanged a glance and spoke no more, nodding respectfully:
"Yes, teacher."
Three figures started to beco translucent, rging into the sunlight like water vapor, transforming into gentle, golden, silver, and crimson rays.
In the final mont before fading away completely, the Creator God Charlotte turned once more, looking at the girl in the courtyard, softly murmuring— a thought filled with her supre power and deepest blessing, audible only to herself:
"May you, in this life, steer clear of all shadows and misfortune."
"May your path be adorned with flowers and sunshine."
"May you always, as today, be smooth and happy, and live a life of peace."
With the light completely dissipated, the courtyard was left with nothing but the gentle breeze, sunlight, the murmuring of flowing water, and the whispering of leaves.
It was as if the three supre Deities had never descended.
On the stone bench, Charlotte de Castel, having just brought the last bite of her sandwich to her lips, paused suddenly.
She once again, without reason, quickly lifted her head to look toward the direction of the oak tree.
This ti, her heart skipped a couple of beats.
Still, there was nothing there, but in that brief mont earlier, she felt an... indescribably warm and comforting gaze, like the feeling of being gently embraced by a mother in the deepest dream.
The feeling quickly vanished.
She blinked her bright blue eyes in confusion, her long golden lashes casting tiny shadows on her face.
"Miss?"
Sherry asked with concern.
Charlotte ca to her senses, touching her chest which was calm as usual.
She shook her head and gave Sherry an assuring smile.
"It's really nothing."
She said, her tone lightened:
"I guess the sunshine today is too warm and makes one a bit sleepy, generating an illusion."
The girl stood up and stretched lazily, her perfect academy uniform outlining her slender and beautiful figure.
"Let's go, Sherry. We still have etiquette classes this afternoon, and we can't give Mrs. Miller a reason to nag."
She dusted off nonexistent crumbs from her skirt, picked up the empty juice cup and paper wrapper, and walked lightly out of the courtyard, her golden hair swaying slightly behind her, shimring like honey in the afternoon sun.
The calm and hopeful day belonging to the young Charlotte de Castel continued.
(The End)
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