The whole hall was so quiet, that even the sound of a pin drop could be heard.
The nobles were watching the confrontation between the archduchess and the diplomat from the City of Faraway Prayers with a complex expression.
Ian's eyes were round with amazement, as though he could not comprehend the words of the archduchess.
But almost everyone in the great hall was staring at him in a hostile manner.
Ian took a deep breath, then lifted his head with a perplexed expression. "But… the war with the Alliance of Freedom is right around the corner."
Saroma moved the corners of her lips slightly.
She nodded slowly. "Yes."
Ian raised his hand in puzzlement and apparent conflict. It looked as if he wanted to express something, but gave up halfway.
