"Hahaha…"
The laughter sounded like someone had their hands over their mouths in attempts to suppress their laughter while they stood in the crowd, like they were desperately laughing into their hands.
The embarrassed archduchess was immediately stunned.
'Who is it?'
The Northlanders, who had already been incessantly irritated in the indescribable conflict, turned around in succession to seek the source of the laughter.
They found their target quickly.
A young boy sitting on a chair with both arms against his knees was seen not too far away from Viscount Ian. He held his chin up as he watched the people and events in the hall with full interest, snickering in a low voice.
Many people saw his face clearly. They also saw the symbol of the Nine-Pointed Star on his robe.
