A cunning, intelligent, and dangerous woman

The next time Charlotte appeared, she was floating above an icy forest. Cecily Edevane, standing nearby, looked up and looked at her.

Charlotte looked a little indifferent. "You are insistent, Heiress."

"We, the Heirs, have always been superior to the Sorcerers. None of your kind have ever been able to match us. Even when you are in the majority, everyone in the end still falls against you. This generation should have been equal. Even the greatest of the current Sorcerers, Vanessa, is no one worthy to stand before me. That's why I come here continually; for the first time, one who is worthy appeared."

Charlotte shrugged.

"To everything, there are exceptions, Heiress. Each of us was born with a different mission." She said as she descended and set her feet upon it, speaking again.