Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 195

Chapter 195 Chapter 43.3 - There are things that one can't control

"Miss, can you hear me?"

In the sterile environment of the hospital room, Sylvie slowly opened her eyes.

The harsh fluorescence overhead cast a cold glow across the room. Blinking against the bright light, she found herself lying on a clean, white bed.

Immediately, she realized where she was, and the memories of the recent events flooded back, her eyes widening with horror.

The blood that was spilled….The feeling of dread that was emanated from that masked figure….Astron's death….

Everything felt so unreal that she could only feel empty inside. The reality of the situation weighed heavily on her, and fear gripped her heart. She tried to speak, but her voice felt weak and shaky.

"I-I can hear you," she stammered, her gaze darting around the room as if searching for an escape from the haunting memories.

A nurse, clad in a crisp uniform, approached her with a reassuring smile. "You're in the hospital. You had quite a scare, but you're safe now."

'Safe.'

The word echoed in Sylvie's mind, but she couldn't shake off the lingering fear. The room felt suffocating, and the sterility of the environment only heightened her discomfort.

As the nurse checked her vitals and asked routine questions, Sylvie's thoughts spiraled into a whirlwind of regret. She wished she could go back and change the events, prevent the tragedy that unfolded before her eyes.

Astron, the masked figure, the blood—images flashed like a nightmare she couldn't wake up from.

'I should have been more careful. I should have stayed out of it.'

She had never seen such intense emotions before. The hatred oozing from that masked man was so intense that, even if he hadn't done anything, she knew she would never be able to look into his eyes.

But then, the scene that followed was something else. Blood spilled, and screams echoed.

Even if it was the screams of that Mason, even if he was a demon follower….It was too much. She still remembered the horror in Mason's eyes, as if he knew that death had come for him from the start.

It was scary.

But most importantly, the regret engulfed her heart, suffocating it. Knowing the fact that she was the reason for his demise made it almost impossible to hold it in.

As Sylvie grappled with the weight of her emotions and the haunting memories, the hospital room's door opened, and Officer Margaretta entered with a calm and composed demeanor.

"Miss Sylvie, I hope you're feeling better," Officer Margaretta greeted with a slight nod, acknowledging the distress evident in Sylvie's eyes. She had already checked her identity from the database and face matching system, so she knew her name was Sylvie, and she was a student of the Arcadia Hunter Academy.

Sylvie managed a weak nod in response, still processing the aftermath of the traumatic events. Margaretta's presence, although professional, held an air of understanding.

"I'm Officer Margaretta from the Awakened Local Security. Captain Harlan has requested that I speak with you about the incident. Whenever you're ready, we can discuss what happened. Your cooperation is crucial for our investigation," Margaretta explained, her tone gentle and encouraging.

Sylvie took a deep breath, attempting to collect herself. The room seemed to close in on her, but she understood the necessity of recounting the events. Even though she was scared about the events that unfolded, she at least knew it was her own responsibility to recount everything.

'This is what I owe to him.'

Even though the one who killed him might be dead, she at least wanted him to be buried.

"I'll do my best to help," Sylvie murmured, her voice steadier than before. After that, Margaretta asked about what had happened and how she had been kidnapped.

Sylvie recounted everything that had occurred, starting from how they had come to this city because of a trip and how they had been ambushed. After that, she recounted what happened with Astron.

"Wait for a second." At the mention of Astron's name, Margaretta suddenly stopped Sylvie. "What did you say his name was?"

Sylvie took a moment to compose herself before answering, "His name was Astron Natusalune." Her voice wavered as she spoke Astron's name, and silent tears threatened to stream down her cheeks. The pain of the recent loss was still raw and overwhelming.

In response, Officer Margareta swiftly opened her tablet, her fingers tapping on the screen with purpose. As Sylvie watched, a picture of Astron appeared on the device. It was from the database, and Margareta was about to confirm if any updates were made in his name.

But at that moment, Margaretta's eyes squinted in recognition. She immediately remembered the body that was being taken to the hospital in an ambulance. The face also matched.

'Is it him?'

She thought. If it was him, then the possibility of him dying was very low. After all, even though he was injured and scarred, Margareta could see the flow of mana inside his body with her trained eyes, and she knew the boy wasn't in that much of a critical condition.

While waiting for Sylvie to wake up, she saw him more clearly. His unique color of eyes also matched. Purple eyes weren't that common, and the boy's features quite matched the picture.

He was quite handsome, and it was Margareta's hobby to collect the handsome faces in her mind.

After all, in this line of work where she had to see countless disgusting things, she needed something to cleanse her mind. Even though that face wasn't on the top of the list, it could probably enter the first fifty, and that itself was the biggest compliment.

"Wait, this could be a misunderstanding," Margaretta said, her tone softening. "Astron might not be dead. In fact, he might be in this hospital right now."

Sylvie's eyes widened at those words, and immediately, a surge of mana covered her body.

-SWOOSH!

Without waiting for Margaretta to finish, she rushed out of the room. It was so fast that even Margaretta was slightly surprised at the sudden burst.

However, she just watched Sylvie leave, shaking her head with a sympathetic smile.

While she could have stopped Sylvie or provided more context, she understood the urgency and the emotional turmoil Sylvie was experiencing. Sometimes, hope was the only anchor people had in moments of crisis.