She doesn't really like having both eyes in this life because it's not to her liking. Even his personality has changed.
"None of the events are going well."
Debut tantrum, tea party, opera house event...
None of what should have been done for Charlotte's glory happened. It was so different from her previous life, when everything seemed to be flowing for her.
"Hmmm. After all, I have to be adopted by a noble family in this life?"
Unlike in her previous life, when she was able to enter and exit the imperial palace as much as she wanted as a commoner due to the favor of the Transcendents, in this life, it was not easy for her to even meet the Transcendents.
If he wanted to have more opportunities to meet, it might be better to take the place of the aristocratic courtier.
There were a lot of families who offered her adoption.
Charlotte sighed in agony and shouted into the air.
"Status window. Show me John's favorability."
Charlotte called the status window. However, the status window in front of her was too blurry. It's better to call it the 'afterimage of the status window'.
[John's Favorability: 0]
Even the faint letters crackled the whole time, and then they didn't last long and quickly faded away.
"After all..."
Charlotte frowned and sighed lowly.
"Odette is dead, and there's no way to recover it. It's frustrating."
Charlotte looked at the missing status window with a sad expression.
"If you're going to die anyway, it's good for you to die at a time that's good for me, right? Why do you annoy me every time?"
Charlotte swept her hair up in annoyance.
"Anyway. I can't help it."
In her previous life, he had fallen down the stairs and died, causing her a lot of trouble.
How much did you suffer for a while because of the police investigation at that time? In the end, it would end up being an accidental death, and how tired he was to himself.
Charlotte's expression was full of boredom, and there was not the slightest hint of her usual harmless loveliness.
Her sky-blue eyes were filled with a long-standing insidious greed.
That was the moment. Someone called Charlotte.
"You're here, Miss Charlotte?"
As soon as she heard the voice, Charlotte instantly had a friendly smile on her lips.
Her smilę was full of kindness like a spring breeze, as always.
"Mr. Ambassador. Hello?"
She lifted her skirt lightly and smiled, drawing a cute mouth cave.
'It's okay. After all, I have unlimited time. Unlike the dead Odette."
She's still in Odette's shadow, but that will only be for a moment. The dead can never defeat the living.
***
Side Story 2. Sion's Position
Sitting in the coffee house on the second floor. Sion looked down at the beggar's plaque and sneered. It was because of a platinum-blond woman inside.
'What's that haircut?'
A sloppy bob that looks like it was cut with an axe. A messy face with a mixture of dust and mud. Ragged, bony limbs.
Speaking of which, were there any sand dunes in this area? Apparently, she had spent the night on the dunes.
She seemed like a completely different person from the days when she was always wrapped in gorgeous jewelry and buried in dresses.
"That great villain is like that."
He could have caught her right away if he wanted to, but he didn't want to.
There was no reason to catch her today.
"If I tried to catch her. I'd fall off her neck."
Wouldn't that be the end of watching the evil woman's suffering?
The chase with her, who outwit her quite cleverly, sometimes cleverly, was Sion's greatest pleasure.
She was willing to roll through the gutter that no graceful lady would have endured for more than a few minutes, and she was caught off guard every time she was sure that Sion had figured out her escape pattern.
There were a few moments when he was exhausted because he couldn't fathom the destination even though he was spending so much money and people.
Once he manages to find it, he takes a step back and admires Odette as if savoring this time. This was the final stage of this chase, Sion's favorite.
"Uhhhh..."
He lifted his coffee cup, not taking his eyes off Odette. A sneer escaped from the corners of his mouth.
He never thought he'd see that noble and beautiful young lady begging.
The sight of Odette falling to the bottom and being ruined made Sion satisfied.
He can catch her, but he doesn't. If he wanted to catch her, he could always get her in his hands.
Now, Sion is the one who unilaterally shakes up Odette's life. Quite the opposite of someday.
It was at that moment that he thought that even though it was a low-quality coffee.
The aroma was particularly deep and rich.
"Eat this and get out, you filthy beggars!"
A middle-aged man passing by threw a piece of bread at Odette's head.
"That bastard. Who dare you throw bread at her?"
Sion's brow furrowed.
Odette's appearance has already changed a lot from the montage. So, instead of recognizing her, he attacked the beggars who were polluting the streets.
Of all the beggars out there, the reason why he dared to attack Odette was because she was the thinnest.
Sion muttered in a lower voice.
"The grub who doesn't even know who she is."
Immediately, the coffee tasted bland. Sion rattled and slammed his coffee cup down as he tried to pull himself up.
He wasn't going to let him go.
That was the moment. Odette just picked up the bread from the floor without saying a word.
"...!"
She tapped the dirt with her hands and brought it to her mouth.
The bread the man threw was inedible from the time he threw it. It looked like charcoal, too burnt black.
But Odette was eating every bite of the bread.
A ridiculous laugh burst from the corners of Sion's lips. His fine brow furrowed even deeper.
The sight of a woman like that was irritating.
"Be as venomous as you did to us, this woman."
Sion, who was watching the situation with displeasure, suddenly had a strange question.
'Didn't I want to see her ruined?'
Aren't you going to the trouble of chasing after a woman who has fallen to see her suffer? But why is it so unpleasant that a passerby has harassed her?
Sion's heart tightened at the jarring question.
'Yes. Wasn't she once the woman who all the Transcendens, including me, were stuck on? We were deceived and harmed. It's no wonder it's offensive to be presumptuous of an ordinary person who has never been harmed.'
It was a bit of sophistry. In the first place, the passerby didn't throw bread at Odette because she was a purifier, so it didn't make sense.
Sion consciously avoided the thought of his sophistry and turned his attention to the middle-aged man.
"We've got to deal with that bloody first."
In the first place, Odette's begging was implicitly the territory of the local beggar gang. It was also private property that Sion had deliberately bought a few days ago.
He was the one who had crawled into the back alley instead of the normal road, but why dare he pick a weak little woman and hit her in the head?
Of course. Sion's "processing" meant that the history of a person's life, whether it was taxes or theft, would be taken away.
If even a speck of dust is found in it, it will be properly caught and thrown into prison.
"I'm going to fix the mess that throws bread at people's heads from the beginning."
Sion has seen the bottom of man countless times in the torture chamber. He knew that if he was a human who dared to pick on the weak and bully them, he would probably get a lot of dust.
He was going to fix him first, and then he would go after Odette with all his might.
Sion straightened up. Then, as if sensing the sensation, Odette outside the window looked around as if she was suddenly nervous.
Fragile, irregular fluttering, fluttering limbs. Somehow, Sion thought it looked just like a butterfly.
'She's sensitive.'
Sion clicked his tongue and turned away from the window. The fact that she sensed him so keenly made him laugh leak out.
Odette is infinitely conscious of Sion.
The sense of satisfaction that the sentence gave him made him feel sluggish. As he walked out of the coffee house, a relaxed smile hung over his lips.
***
'Where is this place?'
Surely, he had been running over the Erwin Desert trying to catch her a while ago.
But the scorching sun and the grains of sand on the soles of his feet were all gone in an instant.
Sion looked around.
He stood in a place where he could only see the cold night sea. Even waist-deep in seawater.
"What? Why am I doing this-"
"Your Excellency."
At that moment, a familiar voice came from behind him. He turned around and saw Alfredo standing holding his arm.
Not like a competent butler who always hid his emotions, he looked at a loss for what to do.
Even before he awakened as a Transcendent, he had the same anxious look on his face as he had seen when he was very young.
"...Ah."
Only then did Sion understand the situation. Then he burst out laughing.
The sea of Meursault. It's here again.
It was rare for him to sleep properly, but when he managed to keep his eyes shut.
Sion was always there.
As if he could get Odette back if he came here. He wanders aimlessly on the sea in an unconscious state.
Even though he knew full well that there wouldn't be Odette.
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