Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 289

Chapter 289 Chapter 68.2 - Another Perspective

"Cough….I guess I pushed myself a lot….."

Saying that, he staggered.

–THUD!

Though before he could fall to the ground, Irina managed to hold him.

"You did well; you can rest now."

Irina cradled Astron in her arms as the remnants of Phantom's Land slowly dissipated. Even though she was tired from the constant fighting, she still conserved some of her strength. And, it was not like Astron was too heavy, either. freewёbnoνel.com

'Looking close like this….'

She couldn't help but think a little. Even though his skin had now become a lot healthier and shinier than before, she still remembered the first times she had seen him.

There were times when he looked kind of fragile.

'Well, his sleeping face is really innocent.'

It really felt somehow familiar, as if she kind of remembered him as someone innocent. Considering their past relationship and how they interacted, these feelings didn't make sense, yet deep down in some place, she somehow found herself remembering something.

"Good morning, mother. Should I help you?"

It was a faint memory—a faint memory of a young child smiling at his mother. It was short, yet it felt like this memory affected her quite a lot.

'Who is this child?'

She couldn't help but ask herself. Who was this child, and why was she now remembering it? Even after this entity had died or Astron killed it somehow, it felt like it was still affecting her mind.

Yet, the faint memories continued to come forward. It was as if something that had been blocking her was released now, and she could freely think.

"You're never going to leave me, right?"

"No matter what happens, Estelle, I promise I'll never leave you. Even if the world breaks down, as long as I am still breathing, I will always stay with you."

It was another memory. A memory where two youngsters were talking-

"Argh-!"

Before she could even ponder about the details of the memory more, an immense amount of pain assaulted Irina's head. Releasing a groan, she clenched her hands, trying to withstand the pain.

However, at the same time, even though she could no longer see it, her mind continued to rack.

'Who is Estelle?'

A question that she asked herself. Who was the girl named Estelle? What were those memories?

'Are they related to Astron?'

Turning her head to him, she saw his sleeping face. For the first time in her life, she had seen him this defenseless. Even before, he had never once let his guard down in front of anyone. Irina was no fool. She could always see Astron with his guard up. No matter which situation occurred, he was always ready for something on his way.

That was how it always was. But right now, it was the complete opposite.

Irina hesitated for a moment, torn between the intriguing memories flooding her mind and the peaceful sight of Astron resting in her arms.

The desire to touch his cheeks grew stronger, an impulse she couldn't entirely resist. She scolded herself internally, muttering, "I shouldn't... I shouldn't..."

Yet, as if drawn by an irresistible force, her fingers gently brushed against his skin. The sensation was soft, almost ethereal.

A strange warmth surged within her as she traced the contours of his cheek, feeling the vulnerability that he seldom revealed.

"He's just a person," she whispered to herself as if trying to convince her racing thoughts. "Nothing more, nothing less."

However, the touch persisted, and the more she explored the tenderness of his features, the more she felt a peculiar connection. It was as if he existed in a realm beyond her comprehension, a ghost from a distant reality.

'Maybe I think this way because he always looks so detached from everything.'

Remembering the day she followed (stalked) him a little, she couldn't help but think how his day was always filled with training.

It was dull, monotone, and simple.

No hobbies, not anything for fun. His room was empty and dull as well….Well, she secretly checked it once, bribing a certain personnel.

'It is soft.'

While thinking about all those, her fingers continued to trace his cheeks.

'What if he one day vanishes?'

The softness of his skin seemed almost otherworldly, and for a moment, Irina entertained the notion that Astron could vanish like a fleeting apparition. For some reason, she felt like this was a possibility.

This person lying in her arms never tried to connect with anyone and always kept his distance from people.

As her mind ventured further, a memory surfaced— an article written by a famous psychic mage that she had come across. The article warned about individuals who perpetually maintained detachment from others and the world, emphasizing the need to handle them with care.

It suggested that such individuals might be at a higher risk of choosing an irreversible path, especially if they subjected themselves to excessive self-torment.

–SHIVER!

The realization sent a shiver down Irina's spine.

'No, he won't do that, right? He is not that kind of person; he is not that weak.'

Irina thought, desperately attempting to dispel the unsettling notion that had crossed her mind.

'What am I thinking?'

Yet, even as she tried to reassure herself, the haunting words from another article resurfaced in her memory. The article discussed the intricate stages and complexities associated with the act of killing oneself.

'It is not even a weakness.'

It emphasized that it was not a sign of weakness but rather a result of immense internal struggles that might go unnoticed by others.

'Why do I even think about it now?'