The morning light filtered softly through the trees surrounding the orphanage courtyard. Children ran about laughing, and the warm scent of freshly baked bread lingered in the air.
Charlotte stood near a wooden bench, handing out pieces of bread with a bright, content smile. Her rosy hair shimmered under the sunlight, and her yellow-hued eyes sparkled with warmth.
Noel approached quietly, hands in his pockets, his black shirt rustling slightly as he moved through the light breeze.
"Charlotte," he called out.
She turned, blinking once before her smile widened.
"Oh? Pervert? It's you?" she teased, her tone cheerful and playful as always.
Noel rolled his eyes lightly. "Would you mind showing me around the Holy Capital today? I want... to see it. With you."
Charlotte blinked again, clearly surprised—but pleasantly so.
"Huh? You want me to show you around? Really?" she asked, pointing to herself with both hands.
