"Grandpa…" A syrupy sweet voice drew out the word in a coquettish plea. "You must know where the Vantia Holy Fruit is, right? Won't you please tell me? Please?"
If any students from the Imperial Academy saw this, their jaws would have hit the floor. This was Isabella, the girl who blushed and stuttered whenever she tried to speak. Yet here she was, holding the hand of a kindly-looking old man, pleading with him in an adorably naive manner.
