Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 199

Chapter 199 Chapter 44.1 - Investigation

"How was it?"

"It can be said it was good."

In the office room of the Local Awakened Society, two officer partners sat at their desks, each of them holding a coffee in their hands.

"Really?" Harlan asked, looking at Margareta.

Since Margareta had returned from the hospital and interrogated the two students involved in the accident, she had been busy reporting everything to her superiors.

For some reason, it seemed the higher-ups were pressuring the Local Branch for information coverage, and they wanted the case to be assigned and transferred to the central branch.

"Yeah. The kids were shaken, but they provided good details for the case."

"They should at least do this much. They are the students of the Arcadia Hunter Academy, after all."

"Yeah. It seems it is not only in the name."

"Then, what was your conclusion?"

"I don't know. Even though everything is pointing towards the internal dispute, I had a hunch that it is not how it looks like."

"Hmm…Why do you think so?"

Margareta leaned back in her chair, a thoughtful expression on her face. "I don't know. It is just…..Everything seemed too swift and clean for only an internal dispute between two shady groups."

Harlan raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Margareta's instincts. "But, is it just because of that? You know, even the mafia has some strong guys under their hands."

Margareta nodded, acknowledging Harlan's point. "True, but it's not just about strength. Of course, we couldn't investigate the scene clearly, but from what the victim named Sylvie had said and what I had seen, I think it was way too brutal for a simple dispute. It was as if the killer was taking his anger out of the other demonic guys."

Harlan leaned forward, absorbing Margareta's analysis. "Well, that might be true. But that alone won't be enough to reach that conclusion, you know?"

"Right, it was just a feeling anyway."

"So, what about the other kid that was attacked?"

"Ah, that one. Astron Natusalune."

"Quite an eccentric name."

"Yeah. What about him?" Margaretta asked.

"How was his condition?"

"Well, he was already healed when I was in hospital."

"I see. Thank god that he was in a good condition."

Margareta couldn't help but smile at the memory of the scene where Sylvie was hugging Astron. "He's quite something. Stood alone against a group of attackers and still managed to hold his ground quite a long time. Sylvie, the girl who was with him, was also surprisingly capable."

Harlan raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Sylvie, huh? That girl seemed pretty dead when we found him, though?"

"Well, I think she assumed Astron was dead."

"Ah…." Then Harlan realized and smiled slightly. "Then, it makes sense."

"Yeah. They seem to have some unique abilities. Sylvie, in particular, has this healing power. She practically mended Astron's injuries on the spot."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Astron recounted that she was the one who healed him from that fatal injury."

Harlan's expression turned more serious as the implications of Sylvie's healing ability sank in.

"If that is the case, it makes sense why higher-ups are so interested in this case. A healing power like that could be a game-changer."

Margareta nodded. "Exactly. The Academy might be trying to protect their students and the information about these unique abilities. It wouldn't be the first time they've kept such things under wraps."

"Indeed."

"But that kid, Astron…..He got what it needs to be an officer."

"Really?"

"He got what I had thought at the first try himself."

"You didn't give any hints?"

Margareta leaned back in her chair, her gaze distant as she recalled her impression of Astron. "None. He has a natural instinct, the kind you can't teach. The way he handled himself in that situation and the conclusions he made—it was like he had the instincts of a seasoned officer. Not to mention, his quick thinking and ability to assess the situation were remarkable."

Harlan raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Margareta's assessment. "And you're saying he did all of this without any prior training or experience?"

"That's right. It's like he was born for this. If he chose to become an independent detective, he could climb the ranks pretty fast."

Harlan chuckled. "Well, well. Looks like we've got a natural talent on our hands. The higher-ups will be pleased to hear about this."

RING!

Just as they were talking amongst themselves, suddenly their phone rang. They were still using this old-school way of communication even now; it was a tradition.

"Here we go again." Harlan rolled his eyes, grabbing the phone.

RING!

Harlan answered the call, expecting routine information or updates. However, as he listened, his expression shifted from casual annoyance to a sudden jolt of surprise. His eyes widened, and the color drained from his face.

"What?!" Harlan shouted into the phone, unable to believe the information he was receiving. He exchanged a quick glance with Margareta, who had leaned forward, sensing something was amiss.

"Two in one day? Are you kidding me? What are the odds?" Harlan's frustration boiled over, and he slammed the phone back onto its receiver.

Margareta raised an eyebrow, concern evident on her face. "What happened?"

"Maya Evergreen, one of the Arcadia Hunter Academy sophomores, is missing too," Harlan grumbled, running a hand through his hair. "First, we have a mysterious attack on their students, and now one of their seniors disappears. What the hell is going on?"

Margareta sighed, realizing the situation was escalating. "Looks like we're in for a long night, partner."

"Tch….Now I regret applying for extra shifts."

Harlan grunted in agreement, the weight of the unfolding events pressing heavily on the two unlucky shoulders, and the two officers left their room just like that, heading to the students who had seen Maya last time.

*******

Being able to remember what you had seen is a very important strength, and it came in handy in this situation quite a lot.

"It must be here."

The first location I headed to was where we had clashed with demon followers. It was a backward alley where not many people were walking even in the morning, so this was the case, especially at night.

Even some of the houses were abandoned and empty.

The lighting wasn't actually that good, either. Western Uxbridge's slightly nostalgic atmosphere made it that way.

"Hmm…."