A charming figure instantly caught Aoto's eye.
"Miss Angoulême?" Aoto instinctively murmured the name of the figure.
After a long absence, Elodie de Angoulême, the little girl, held a white parasol in her left hand and was lifting her white dress with her right, joyfully skipping straight towards Aoto.
The parasol Elodie held in her left hand was too small for an adult, serving no practical purpose other than as an ornament, but for the petite 12-year-old Elodie, it was just right.
Elodie leaned the parasol's shaft against her left shoulder. With her waist as the dividing line, her upper body was hidden in the parasol's shadow, while her lower body was exposed to the light.
Half of her body in shadow, half in sunlight, the stark contrast, combined with Elodie's extremely cute face, enveloped her silhouette in a hazy hue.
