Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 147

Chapter 147 Chapter 33.1 - Aftermath

"Oh, you are awake."

While I was pondering to myself, suddenly I felt someone's presence entering the room. It was a woman with a good posture.

'An instructor.'

Her uniform was changed to casual, and the nameplate was gone, but it was evident that she was a skilled individual from the way she carried herself alone.

Her hands were callused, and she had sharp-squinting eyes.

TOK!

"….."

I just looked at her as she came closer to me with her heels hitting the ground.

"I assume you have some questions in your head." She said with a smile. But her eyes were different. Even though she had a smile, I could see the questions lingering in there.

'She is quite good at hiding it.'

She was experienced at hiding her thoughts showing on her face, but that didn't mean they could escape from my trait [Perceptive Insight].

"You're in the healing room. You were in quite a predicament back there in Dungeon B-3, but thanks to a young healer, you're on the road to recovery."

Hearing her words, I nodded my head. I knew this was the healing room used for the general conveniences, and it wasn't the first time I was here.

However, one thing immediately got my attention.

'Young healer?'

It was that word. Even though the academy had mostly lessons related to combat, that didn't mean there weren't any healers.

However, they needed to be nurtured first for them to be useful enough. And the wounds I got weren't something that could be cured by an average healer.

My brows furrowed as I tried to recall the events leading up to my current state. "What happened?"

While asking, I remembered a shiny light that enveloped me when I was on the brink of that. I was desperately trying to cling to life, and that light had helped me for sure.

The instructor's smile persisted, this time being a genuine one. "You were saved by a miracle."

As if to press on her words, she stopped for a second as she pointed out the bed near mine.

"The healer, Sylvie, performed an extraordinary feat of healing that goes beyond ordinary skills. It's not something you see every day, but you're here, alive and well, thanks to her."

The moment she said that she waved her hand, and the mana immediately moved around, forcing the curtain to slide to the side.

As she did that, she revealed the figure lying on the bed adjacent to mine.

A girl that I was quite familiar with lay there with eyes closed, a gentle rise and fall of her chest indicating peaceful slumber.

Her blonde hair cascaded around her like a halo, framing a face that could only be described as a work of art.

'Sylvie.'

Delicate features, smooth skin, and a certain innocence that emanated from her aura made her undeniably captivating.

'Huh? Captivating?'

However, I soon realized something. My thoughts instantly wandered around to a place that wouldn't normally be the case.

I couldn't help but be drawn to the scene. The air around her held a serene energy, creating a sense of tranquility in the room.

'Don't tell me?'

It was as if she carried an ethereal beauty that not only healed physical wounds but also touched the depths of one's soul.

The instructor spoke with a tone of admiration, "This is Sylvie, the healer who saved you. Her skills are exceptional, surpassing what we typically see even among academy healers."

The words spoken by the instructor and the scene I had just witnessed made it very clear about what had happened.

'She had awakened her authority.'

[First Lord's Authority.]

It was her trait, something that only one person in the world could have. The thing that would make her the Saintess in the future and one of the holders of the [Venerate] position.

However, even then, the authority was still lying dormant underneath for the time being, and it was supposed to keep doing so. But now, it awakened.

An event that would happen when the first year of the academy ended.

'This will make the things troublesome.'

After all, the awakening of authority wasn't something that could be overlooked, and certain individuals were bound to feel it, too.

"You were fortunate," the instructor continued, her gaze shifting between Sylvie and me. "Not everyone gets the chance to be saved by such a remarkable talent. Consider yourself lucky, Astron."

'Lucky indeed.'