Who are you?
This question left the silent people feeling utterly bewildered.
Is this Professor deliberately playing dumb to bully Your Highness?
After yesterday, how could there be anyone in the Holy City who doesn’t recognize Your Highness? What a joke.
However, from Roman’s perspective, he could clearly see the look in the woman’s eyes—she truly didn’t recognize him.
Roman wasn’t afraid at all and replied with dignity.
“Hello, my name is Roman.”
“Roman?”
The woman pondered for a moment before speaking.
“Has no one taught you that when introducing yourself, you should state your surname as well?”
After speaking, she scrutinized Roman’s face, focusing mainly on his right eye and the pure white hair, her eyes narrowing slightly with a hint of amusement.
Surname.
Roman hesitated for a moment, then was startled to realize that his mother, Lainie, had never told him her surname.
“What’s wrong? Don’t you have a surname?”
Seeing Roman fall silent, the woman asked mercilessly.
Tsk…
At these words, Linda instantly felt annoyed, her irritation overwhelming her fear.
She was about to raise her head and say ‘What business is it of yours,’ but Lijie, who was sitting down, spoke up first.
“Professor, this His Highness’s surname should be Odeshu Fanke.”
Lijie replied in a cool tone.
Odeshu Fanke…
This surname was originally known only among the high ranks of the Church and unknown to the public, but with Sylvia’s succession, the name of the Sacred Family spread throughout the entire continent.
Even the Knight Princesses present knew that Odeshu Fanke was the surname of the Holy Throne.
Lijie’s seemingly gentle tone was actually quite aggressive.
This Roman His Highness is a person of the Holy Throne.
What right do you have to question him?
“Is that so?”
Her tone remained as calm as ever, the Professor gazed at Roman.
“In that case, you are the Holy Child His Highness from yesterday?”
This time, even Lijie was stunned.
So you were asleep yesterday and just woke up today?
Otherwise, how could you be unaware of such a major event?
“Mm.”
Roman nodded in acknowledgment.
“Alright.”
The woman spread her hands, then continued.
“Then, Your Highness, when you said ‘no’ just now, were you referring to Knight Linda’s actions?”
“That’s right,”
Roman nodded.
“It’s my first day here, so I had no idea where to go. Knight Linda was late because she was leading me over.”
***
Linda stared at Roman, her lips trembling, as if she wanted to speak but couldn’t.
“Is that so?”
For the first time, a slight smile appeared on the woman’s icy face.
“It seems I need to award Knight Linda a Medal of Bravery…”
“It’s getting late. You two, come and sit down.”
Gazing at the empty seats in the first two rows, Roman was silent for a moment, then finally followed Linda towards Lijie’s seat.
“By the way, Your Highness, there’s something I’m curious about.”
The woman looked at Roman’s back and suddenly asked.
“Mm? Please go ahead.”
Roman turned his head in confusion.
“Are you…really a boy?”
She examined Roman’s beautiful face and petite figure, her tone drifting.
Perhaps it was due to the sudden change in her expression from icy to gentle, or perhaps Roman’s reaction was too cute, but a few uncontrollable laughs echoed in the classroom, and then more people joined in.
“Of course I am!”
Roman replied, puffing out his chest in embarrassment.
“Oh~”
The woman nodded as if she understood, her gaze suggestively lingering on Roman’s flat chest as she raised an eyebrow.
Fortunately, after this comment, she no longer targeted the two of them.
She pulled out the Roster and began calling out the knights’ names one by one.
At this moment, Roman was sandwiched between Linda and Lijie, awkwardly shrinking himself, trying to keep his hands within his own space.
Soon, the roll call ended.
Glancing at the empty front two rows and the ‘packed like a mountain’ back rows, the woman spoke calmly.
“Ladies in the last two rows, please move to the front.”
So…
No matter which world it is, teachers have a habit of controlling their students like this?
Watching the seats around him fill up, Roman thought.
At first, he was embarrassed to be sitting between Linda and Lijie, but now he actually felt relieved.
“Once you’re seated, class will begin.”
The woman flipped through the lesson plan, her cool and melodious voice resonating.
“This Professor—what’s her name?”
Roman whispered, nudging Lijie beside him.
“Your Highness, just call me Lastelise.”
Before Lijie could answer, the woman addressed Roman directly.
“Also, if you have any questions, please raise your hand and ask directly. Don’t whisper with the students around you.”
“Yes.”
Roman replied, nodding gloomily.
Lijie smiled softly and shook her head.
This His Highness still hasn’t figured out the Professor’s temperament, and has already suffered several losses today.
This Professor Lastelise looks cold and heartless, with a rough personality, but in reality, she’s sharp and never lets things go easily.
The Etiquette Class proceeded simply—Lastelise would randomly call a few young knights to the front, asking and answering questions.
Watching the scene before him, Roman finally understood why Linda disliked this class so much.
In past lessons, this Professor must have ‘taken care’ of Linda often, dragging her up to the front for torment.
Linda’s reactions confirmed his guess.
From the start, she wanted nothing more than to bury her head in the desk, terrified of drawing attention.
Yet today, for some unknown reason, Professor Lastelise didn’t call on Linda at all.
After the last girl answered, she began telling stories at random.
This was the hallmark of Etiquette Class.
Professor Lastelise was exceedingly knowledgeable; no one knew her true position, but she often spoke of things unknown to others, leaving a deep impression each time.
“Last time, we talked about the history of how the Holy Light Church nearly fell. Today, let’s not continue along the path of history.”
“Because I recently discovered something interesting that I want to share with you all. It’s a story that traces back to the past.”
Lastelise leaned against the podium, her black-stockinged legs sometimes together, sometimes apart, speaking leisurely.
It didn’t feel like a class—more like chatting with the students.
Roman’s impression of this Professor was gradually being overturned.
At first, he thought she was an extremely strict and meticulous teacher.
Now, he felt he might have been led astray by Linda—this Professor was not rigid at all, even quite open-minded.
“First of all, the main character of the story is our Supreme Fara, the creator goddess of the Yanglight Continent, an existence known to everyone present.”
As she spoke, her gaze remained on Roman the entire time.
Eyes widening slightly, Roman blinked, waiting for her next words.