The second lesson of the day began not long after the ten minute break came to an end.
As the classroom gradually settled down, another instructor entered through the front door.
She was an elderly woman who appeared to be in her fifties. Her silver hair was neatly tied into a bun behind her head, and a pair of thin-framed glasses rested comfortably on the bridge of her nose. Although age had left faint lines on her face, her back remained perfectly straight, and the calm confidence in her eyes immediately quieted the classroom.
Following closely behind her was a young man in his late twenties, carrying several neatly organized books and stacks of documents in both hands.
The moment they reached the front of the classroom, the students instinctively became quieter.
The elderly woman gave a small nod.
"My name is Professor Isolde Croft."
Her voice was gentle, yet it carried enough authority to reach every corner of the room without effort.
