"Pffft... hahahahaha!"
It was a crisp and melodious sound.
When Amala and Kisara raised their faces, they saw Isla laughing with a big grin on her face while she wiped away tears from the corners of her eyes.
She was not only ethereally beautiful but also had an equally powerful charm as well. When she laughed, she seemed to be like a fine wine being poured into a glass—it was alluring yet refreshing at the same time.
But in the first place, why did she even laugh at Amala's taunt?
"Arrogant wench...!" Isla said in between her laughs. "How long has it been since the last time I got called that?"
Amala and Kisara widened their eyes. Who would call someone like the Wise Princess... an 'arrogant wench'? Well, despite Amala... there couldn't be many more, right?
But they were wrong if they were thinking about Ava. Because on the other hand, in her youth, Isla was often called that. In fact, she was still being called it behind her back just right before 'she' died.
