"Look, whose elegant carriage is that? It''s absolutely stunning."

"Perhaps it''s from the palace!"

Edith''s sharp eyes didn''t need to follow the direction of the onlookers'' pointing fingers to spot the exquisitely crafted female carriage. Its dazzling decorations shone and sparkled, exuding unparalleled luxury.

The carriage came to a stop by the street.

A maid first stepped out, followed by a graceful petite head adorned with a golden-like chignon. Then, a slender arm enveloped in pristine white gloves extended towards the maid, who supported a lily-white dress to jump down from the carriage - even from this distance, one could discern the high-quality softness of its silk - inside was a wondrous beautiful damsel.

"A peerless beauty!" exclaimed a university student in exaggeration.

"Must be a very highborn lady," sighed an elderly woman.

"Definitely a princess," asserted a man of property, leaning on his cane, already balding.

The noble young lady walked towards the little beggars along the street, unfolding the handkerchief to reveal a handful of shiny coins.

"Notre Dame! An angel of kindness!" exclaimed the old lady in excitement.

"Even his Majesty Beelzebub would shed tears at this scene," joked the university student.

"This is a miracle on earth," said a round old man, tears welling up in his eyes.

More and more passersby gathered at the bridge, mesmerized by the scene before them.

Indeed, it was a marvelous picture:

The young lady handed the coins to the suffering children one by one, her lashes casting soft shadows each time she bent down. The setting sun shone on her delicate profile, creating a momentary illusion of divine light.

The children were also apparently moved by this sacred radiance.

One of them knelt before her, trying to kiss the angel''s feet, while another smaller one eagerly reached out to touch the hem of the