Today was the orientation day of Magic Academy. At the orientation, you could see a group of people with black robe—people called them 'The Prestige', the protector and the hearts of the academy. One of the guy in black robe catch your eyes immediately when you trace your attention one by one to them.

You shifted attention from him to your newly friend. She giggled happily and said that she would be one of them some day. You said you want it too, even though you know you wouldn't—because you were different from the other magiá. You haven't got your own mana yet.

But surely, you got him. That guy in black robe. Gillian. Your lover.

After the orientation, you decided to walk yourself to the academy's garden. Suddenly, someone in black robe jumped off from one of the tree branch, pulling your waist and catch your wrist.

“Baby ...,” you gasped softly, “you scared me ....”

Gillian kissed your wrist gently. He looked at you in soft gaze, contrast from his usual facade. “You did, didn't you?” he smiled, teasing you with his 'charming' attitude.