Roy still sat in the small section reserved for Half-Elves.
Just before class, he had even hesitated over whether he should go up and personally thank Princess Ophelia.
After all, if she had not helped last night, Jasper probably would not have escaped from the Sea Wolf so easily.
But when he turned and saw two hundred elf students seated in the tiered classroom, he felt rather awkward about walking to the front under so many watchful eyes...
So he imagined himself as an ostrich and buried his head in the sand.
Even when Princess Ophelia invited the students to speak freely, Roy had no intention of saying anything.
Of course, Silver Moon Elves actually loved expressing themselves.
They used speeches, poetry, music, painting, and sculpture to express the rich emotions within their hearts.
The young elves in the tiered classroom also loved expressing themselves...
So the moment the elf students heard Princess Ophelia's question, someone immediately stood up.
It was a young elf seated in the very front row. He wore a crisp noble outfit, his hair combed immaculately, a bow tie fastened at his collar, and even a touch of perfume...
This was how young elf nobles usually dressed. Everyone liked to dress this way.
Another style consisted of light leather armor and tight lantern pants, with an exquisite long dagger at the waist, making them look like young elf warriors.
The young elf placed his right hand flat over his chest and bowed to Princess Ophelia before launching into his speech. "Your Highness..."
"My identity here is that of a history teacher. Please call me Teacher Ophelia."
Princess Ophelia frowned slightly and interrupted him.
The young elf hurriedly said:
"Yes, Teacher Ophelia!"
Then he continued speaking confidently:
"I think that if we want Elven History classes to