Chapter 125

The moment I laid eyes on Noah, I let out a small gasp of admiration inside.

Nine years old this year.

Despite his young age, the boy carried himself with a kind of dignity that felt somehow hard to approach.

Beneath his smooth silver hair, falling neatly over his forehead with no part, his eyes — a striking amethyst purple — caught my attention at once.

His features are similar to Jayden's, but the overall feel is completely different.

They'd said he was called a genius even at the Academy, and there was a clear, sharp intelligence about his gaze and bearing.

He was dressed impeccably in a dark shirt and a neatly matched vest, the whole outfit put together without a single thing out of place — it left quite an impression.

"Broootheeer!"

The moment he caught sight of Noah's face, Jayden took off running, thrilled.

"Noah!"

He was…