The History Class

Ingrid stood once again in front of the imposing Blue Drawing Room, its ornate doors beckoning her for the impending history class. Despite the memories of the earlier encounter with Madame Dupont still lingering, Ingrid presented a facade of calmness. Internally, however, she couldn't help but sighed.

"I should assess what kind of person he is first," Ingrid mused to herself, her thoughts unfolding in quiet determination. "If he's proud and demands excessive knowledge, it's better to admit I know almost nothing to please his ego. But, if he proves to be approachable and accommodating, I'm genuinely interested in the history of Sylvania. Perhaps I could seize this opportunity to ask him questions."