Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 298

Chapter 298 Chapter 70.3 - Award Ceremony

"Sigh….."

A heavy sigh occurred in the middle of the room.

The room exuded opulence, adorned with countless expensive ornaments that showcased the Emberheart family's wealth and status.

Intricately carved figurines, glistening gemstones, and rare magical artifacts adorned every surface.

The most recent technological devices seamlessly blended with antique furnishings, creating a unique juxtaposition of modernity and tradition.

This was her own way of designing her room, after all.

In the midst of this lavish setting, Irina reclined lazily on her bed. The crimson gown she wore cascaded around her like a cascade of flames, contrasting with the subdued hues of the room.

Her fiery hair spilled over the pillows as she released a heavy sigh, the sound echoing with a blend of weariness and frustration.

Her gaze lingered on the unopened box and the plaque resting in front of her. The box, a symbol of appreciation from the Matriarch, her mother, held the weight of familial expectations.

The plaque, a testament to her recent 'bravery,' served as a reminder of the path she was expected to tread.

"Sigh..." Irina sighed again, the sound resonating in the room filled with luxury. "If I knew that woman was going to contact me like this, I would never accept his request."

She couldn't help but mumble a little, thinking that the deal she made no longer benefited her. Of course, gaining the favor of that guy wasn't wrong, yet now these feelings that her decision resulted in no longer made the deal worthwhile, in her opinion.

'I don't even want to look into this plaque again.'

It was a useless gift. Of course, she knew that having such types of awards would naturally bring one higher in the social ladder of nobles and Awakeners, yet at the same time, she hated to be like those superficial bastards.

'Also, why did she give this to me?'

On paper, a mother giving a gift to her child seemed normal in a family, yet Irina knew her mother had never been a normal one, to begin with. Whatever she did in the past had always served a purpose, and her steps were calculated.

Therefore, she couldn't help but think that this gift, for some reason, also served a purpose aside from being a simple gift.

Irina's hand reached for the unopened box, her fingers delicately tracing its intricate design.

As she examined the box, Irina couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to this seemingly innocuous gift than met the eye. The room, with its wealth and luxury, held secrets, and she was determined to uncover them.

'I wonder if I can do it too?'

In an attempt to imitate 'that guy,' whose perceptiveness often left her in awe, Irina focused her attention on the box.

'Of course, if he can do it, why can't I?'

She concentrated, searching for any subtle clues or anomalies. Her trained eyes scanned for mana fluctuations, a skill she had honed through years of magical study.

'It looks like a normal box.'

At first, she couldn't find anything, but she also didn't want to directly utilize her [Trait] as her pride didn't allow it.

She looked into it, again and again, trying to somehow naturally feel it.

'Hmm?'

Then, there it was – a faint shimmer, a small dance of mana around the box. It wasn't immediately apparent, but 'that guy's' influence had taught her to look beyond the surface. The box, she realized, was working as a seal of sorts.

'As expected, the thing inside is an artifact.'

A challenge presented itself, one that ignited the spark of curiosity within her. With a subtle shift in her posture, Irina delved deeper into the study of the mana surrounding the box. She observed its patterns, its nature, and the intricate dance it performed, trying to solve the equations she had created in her head.

She also didn't notice it, but at some point, the box started floating in the air rather than her hand holding it.

After a moment of concentration, she deciphered the mana psions surrounding the box. It wasn't just any mana; it was dark mana – a type of Psions that was associated with both the cosmos as well as the evil cults.

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'Hmm….If the seal is using dark-attribute psions, that means the inside should have its countering attributes.'

Most of the time, to use seals with minimal energy, the seals would be made according to the type of the desired artifact to be sealed.

'But, can I eliminate it further than that?'

As she thought of trying to find more clues to narrow down the exact attribute, she started studying it once again immediately.

The box floated in the air, caught in an invisible dance of magical examination. Her efforts to imitate 'that guy' persisted, and her mind focused on unraveling the mysteries concealed within.

However, as time passed, she found herself unable to narrow down the exact attribute or nature of the seal. The equations in her mind remained unsolved, and the frustration built up.

'Maybe this is beyond me.'

With a sigh, Irina conceded defeat, letting the box return to her hand. Her gaze lingered on the unopened gift, a mix of curiosity and acceptance in her eyes.

'Enough of this. Let's see what's inside.'

Carefully, she opened the box, revealing a small, shiny bracelet within. The color of yellow emanated a warm glow, and a shiny blue jewel adorned its center.

'Wait?'

She couldn't help but gasp in surprise after seeing what it was. Who wouldn't be?

A wave of recognition swept over Irina as she beheld the heirloom.