Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 1033

Chapter 1033 Chapter 245.1 - They

A boy.

Not seated.

Walking.

White hair like wind-silver thread. Not soft. Not aged. Sharp—cut clean, deliberate, and somehow too still as he moved through the corridor's filtered sunlight.

His steps were slow, unhurried.

But they carried weight.

And that face—

Handsome. Angular. Chiseled like sculpture, but not cold. Not vain. A face that held the kind of balance that made the eye linger.

Even from this distance, Leonard could make out the clarity in those glacier-blue eyes, the perfectly tailored uniform, the way his coat barely shifted with his stride—as if he moved through the world without letting it touch him.

Lucas Middleton.

Leonard's recognition was immediate. Inevitable.

He didn't need to check the slate.

He didn't need to confirm the crest on his collar.

Everyone knew that face.

The heir of the Middleton Family. The so-called "Twin Star."

One of the most talented bloodlines in the modern magical world.

Leonard, who had studied nearly every major family history, knew exactly who Lucas was.

More importantly—

He knew who he wasn't.

Lucas Middleton could not be the Kin of the Moon.

His lineage was known.

Registered.

Examined.

Scrutinized.

He was a twin—and every record verified him as the elder by three minutes. The family's rightful successor. Baptized in Middleton rites. Given the mark of sun-aspect mana at birth, just like his sister.

Everything about him screamed clarity.

Too known. Too complete. Too clean.

And yet…

Leonard's eyes narrowed.

His artifact didn't stir.

But something else did.

There was a faint ripple—not in Lucas. Not in the surroundings.

In Leonard himself.

A strange pressure.

A twist of perception.

As if the mana around Lucas bent… not darkly, but differently.

And for a moment—

He thought it was demonic.

That cold, crawling aura. The way the sunlight curved around his figure—not rejecting him, but failing to settle on him. The same feeling that Velvetin had briefly radiated—

But no.

Leonard focused deeper. Peered not just with his eyes, but through the strands of sunlight-tethered insight, guided by the lingering echo of his heliowatch.

No mark.

No contract.

No residue.

Nothing demonic.

Just… wrong.

Twisted.

But not by choice.

Leonard's breath caught for just a second.

'What are you…?'

Lucas passed him without turning. His eyes fixed straight ahead. Not watching. Not wandering. Not searching.

Just walking.

Yet Leonard could feel it—

He knew.

He knew he was being watched.

And chose to say nothing.

The moment passed.

Lucas turned the corner into the inner corridor, disappearing behind a line of projection-glass windows.

Leonard remained still.

Silent.

His hand slowly drifted to his chest, where the artifact remained cool and unmoving.

No reaction.

No resonance.

But his instincts—a different sense altogether—whispered.

'He's not the Kin.'

That much, he was sure of.

But something in him is no longer bound to just one side.

Lucas Middleton didn't radiate prophecy.

He radiated contradiction.

And in Leonard's experience?

That was far more dangerous.

He exhaled slowly, eyes flicking upward to the sunlit rafters above, where the heliowatch spun like a patient sentinel.

Another mystery. Not the one he was looking for.

But still—

Leonard's gaze lingered on the corner where Lucas had vanished, that trailing edge of unnatural stillness clinging to the air like morning frost yet to melt. It wasn't just presence. It wasn't even mana.