Leroy saw the awkward silence and smiled as he prompted from the side:
"Mr. Ferrini, please begin by introducing which school you come from."
Angelique raised his head.
"I come from Saint... Saint Mother..."
Archbishop Boissy's face began to turn pale as well. This fool seemed to have forgotten the name of his own school!
He hurriedly whispered:
"Saint Mary Cloister Street Church School."
Only then did the youth repeat it, before getting stuck again.
Leroy had no choice but to continue prompting him. "Then, under which outstanding teacher's instruction did you achieve first place in this competition?" Archbishop Boissy gritted his teeth.
"Father Benedetto."
Alexandra looked over with some displeasure.
"Archbishop Boissy, perhaps you should return to your seat. I would like to hear Mr. Ferrini speak for himself."
Once Boissy had sat down trembling, she asked the youth again:
"Could you tell me about your usual class schedule?"
Like a poor student who had finally come across a question he knew how to answer, Angelique's voice rose several notches.
"From Monday to Wednesday, I have two French classes, two mathematics classes, one natural science class, and handicrafts every day. From Thursday to Saturday, I have one physical education class and one art class every day, while French, mathematics, and Latin are interspersed through the rest of the time..."
The hall suddenly fell into deathly silence, every gaze fixed upon Archbishop Boissy.
Because what the youth had described was exactly the standard curriculum of the New Primary School.
Alexandra exchanged a few quiet words with Director Leroy, then rose and came before Angelique, her expression stern.
"So, you did not study at an Oratory school?"
"I..."
"You must reveal everything you have concealed. I can guarantee that no one here can threaten you, and this is your only chance