126 Trade District

"I'm right in front of you." Ikaris snorted in a bad mood.

Asselin's eyes bulged out as they zeroed in on the boy.

"Impossible!" His mind refused to accept it.

Malia and Ellie giggled as they watched the flabbergasted nobleman make a spectacle of himself. It took a long time to convince him that the devastatingly handsome 1.88-meter man in front of him was the puny pipsqueak of only nine days ago.

"Many things have happened since we parted ways." Ikaris groaned without explaining anything.

Even after Malia and Ellie's firm insistence that it wasn't a tasteless joke, Asselin continued to have doubts. It wasn't just a matter of appearance.

Now that he was taking a proper look at him, there was indeed a small, tiny resemblance to the teenager of a few days ago. Provided, of course, that he disregarded his explosive growth.