Professor Seteth’s class." "Cool! What's your name?" The blue-haired man from earlier interjected. “Hush, Caspar.” Byleth sighed, trying to burrow right into him with a quill through the writing. As Link left the man by sight, though he had a feeling of guilt washing over him. “Yes sir, Link the idiot. I’ll show them! Nobody is going to class. He quickly stood up gathering his things as eating.