Chapter 157

Staring out the window, Noah let out a heavy breath.

"Haah..."

Noah despised foggy days more than almost anything.

Or rather, to put it more precisely, it wasn't the fog itself he hated, but the terrible memory tied to those eerie, mist-laden days.

The fog, which he'd expected to clear within a day, had now lingered around the estate for three days straight.

This is exactly why I didn't want to come back to the estate.

It wasn't as though the Academy never saw fog either, but it always made him uneasier whenever he was here, at the estate.

Fog was, after all, nothing more than a simple weather phenomenon—water vapor in the air condensing near the ground.

Even knowing the whole mechanism from the books he'd read, why did fog alone always leave him this unsettled?

Still, these past few days, Noah had been doing his best, in his…