Azariel stood tall for his age, at around hundred and fifty centimeters, and combined with his slender frame, it gave him quite the air elegance. His long blonde hair cascaded past his shoulders in soft waves, catching the moonlight with a golden sheen.
Beneath his delicate brows, his striking purple eyes gleamed with sharpness. His fair skin, smooth and unblemished, contrasted against the deep hue of his flowing purple robe, which draped gracefully over his lean figure.
He looked quite noble, filling Davis's heart with pride, but he frowned at the two elder sisters who were accompanying him.
"Father, I was just visiting Uncle Fenren and went to play with Raqua. She became tired and went to sleep, so her elder sisters were accompanying me."
Davis recalled who Raqua was as he made it a point to remember those who were in his children's class. After all, when children mingled together, it would shape the way they interact with others for the next few years or even a decade.
