CHAPTER Eighteen (Ethan's Errand)

  "Seriously dear, what's your reason for this?? In my opinion, I think this is a terrible terrible idea" Minerva chuntered on with her eyes on Ximena who was already arranging her mini - bag.

  "Same here. I think you're making a big mistake" Richard chipped in, leaning on the wall with his hands crossed. Ema silently leaned on the door and watched.

  "Being a disciple is not for the weak".

  "And what makes you think I'm weak?" Ximena looked at him and asked. "What have I even done to give you that impression?"

  "Well... I haven't even seen you use a sword" Richard shurgged. "Besides, why would you even want to do this? Just last night, we were talking about it and you suddenly picked interest?"

  "And I thought you were a visitor here? Becoming a disciple would warrant you spending the rest of your life here and is that really what you want?" Minerva grumbled.