It was only at this moment that Shard realized the young witch's mental state was unusually excited. It was definitely not the joy of being noticed by someone important, but rather a stress response after being affected mentally.
However, compared to being haggard and silent, this reaction was at least somewhat normal, and there was no need to worry for now.
So Shard turned to look at the boy holding the torch, standing some distance away, seemingly avoiding giving the impression that he wanted to eavesdrop.
From the clothing and accessories, the boy definitely came from a noble family. His build wasn't robust, but he certainly wasn't malnourished either. Judging by his height, he was probably about fifteen or sixteen years old.
"He arrived a little earlier than you, and since everyone here can only take one torch, it's safer to gather together, so I didn't drive him away."
Miss Higgins said, and the boy trembled as he thanked the witch and then answered the question:
