Four days had passed.
Not quietly.
Word of Charlotte's return to her rightful role as Saint had spread through Valon like wildfire, and every street Noel crossed made it clearer:
the city was changing.
Students in uniform whispered outside dorm entrances. Sisters in white robes exchanged excited smiles as they passed. Acolytes ran errands with renewed energy, speaking Charlotte's name with awe.
And beyond the academy walls, in the city itself…
People talked.
"She visited the West Orphanage at dawn."
"I heard she healed an elder's leg near the river quarter."
"No—listen—she personally carried supplies to the small chapel by the market!"
"I saw her helping a crying child by the fountain. She even stayed to pray with them."
Everywhere Noel went, he heard it.
The Saint was no longer a distant figurehead tucked away in temples.
She was walking the streets, speaking to citizens, touching lives one by one.
