"No grandpa, Minerva is my pupil, she's under me and…"

"You're my grandson, Vincent. Stan, prepare a room in my quarter for Minerva. I could teach her about hunting and skills than you my boy because I'm your grandfather. I've been living since a long time." The old man was persistent on allowing Vincent's guest stay with them.

Vincent rolled his eyes before looking at the red hair in his embrace. So petite and beautiful. Sometimes Vincent would wonder why he fell for her at first sight because he didn't believe in such love.

"Alright grandpa, let me escort her to the academy," he said to his grandparents and then...