The absence of visitors made Charlotte feel quite surprised.
To be honest, she didn't believe she had truly been forgotten. The Castel family's convoy was still quite grand, and the nobles of the Royal Capital couldn't possibly be unaware. Moreover, as the victor in the Bold-Castel War, she was destined to be anything but an insignificant character at the Central Council.
Standing at the window sill, Charlotte looked out at the empty streets outside the manor.
Perhaps it was because the manor's location in the Inner City was relatively secluded, rarely were pedestrians seen on the streets. However, as Charlotte stood at the window, her sharp Spiritual Sense gave her the sensation of being watched.
That feeling was strong and... it came from more than one direction.
Merely standing by the window sill, facing the desolate street, Charlotte felt as though she were in the spotlight, watched by numerous eyes.
