My students are bastards?

If I don't post before 5 p.m. by my time, I'll post 3 chapters tomorrow. Electricity is a problem in my hometown.

(POV: Lumiere) 

I stood tall, facing the sea of students donned in their crisp white and purple uniforms. 

The air was silent, as if the classroom itself held its breath. 

Holding a scroll in my hands, it reminded me of the responsibility that came with the role of their esteemed professor.

Haha... esteemed professor, who knew I'd end up with such a name. 

With a flourish, I unfurled the scroll, revealing its aged parchment and delicate calligraphy. 

This was no ordinary roll call; it was the first step towards understanding these students on a deeper level. 

Clearing my throat, I announced, "Alright guys, time for roll call."

To my great disappointment, there was no immediate response, only the stifling silence of the classroom, muffled laughter echoing from the back.