Professor Lawrence' voice was innately oppressive.
The bustling crowd had quieted down significantly.
Emma also felt somewhat awkward, her smile stiff at the corners as she took the initiative to ease the tension. "This teacher?"
Upon hearing her voice, Professor Lawrence looked over, his stern face still quite intimidating.
He was naturally aware of her identity, but because he held no fondness for the royal family, his tone remained as severe as before. "I am a professor at the Mecha Academy, my surname is Lawrence."
"Sorry, Professor Lawrence," Emma tugged at the corners of her lips, trying to appear gentle and gracious, "Today's issue was my fault, so please don't blame them."
She bowed her head slightly in apology, then raised it again, her tone gentle but her demeanor still lofty.
The superiority felt by royal aristocrats was innate.
In their eyes, nobles and commoners simply weren't from the same world.
