Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 313

Chapter 313 73.6 - Two-Sides

?"Am I doing well?"

Sylvie asked, looking at Astron. Her face was flushed a little, both from the constant movements of dancing and being in his constant proximity.

"You are doing fine."

As Sylvie and Astron moved in tandem on the dance floor, Sylvie couldn't help but feel acutely aware of his presence. With each step, she felt the heat radiating from his body, his proximity sending a flurry of emotions coursing through her veins.

Her breaths grew rough, her heart beating faster with every moment they shared.

'Is he feeling the same?'

She thought maybe it wasn't just her feeling like this. But as she took a peek, she saw Astron ever composed as usual. His demeanor slapped the answer on her face as a complete NO.

'Right.....'

A slight disappointment of how he didn't even care, as well as the feeling of shame for her feelings, appeared.

Though he just guided Sylvie through the dance with ease, his movements were more fluid and precise compared to her without even saying anything.

Despite the intricate steps, he maintained a steady rhythm, his touch gentle yet firm as he led her across the floor.

Sylvie's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of crimson as she struggled to maintain her composure. She dared not meet Astron's gaze, her eyes fixed on their intertwined feet as they moved in harmony.

The sensation of his hand against hers sent shivers down her spine, igniting a warmth she couldn't ignore.

'He is good at moving his body….I wonder if he ever got an education on this? Maybe when he was young? No, that can't be. He was an orphan. Then, is this his innate talent?'

Lost in the moment, Sylvie's mind began to wander, her thoughts consumed by the intoxicating dance and the enigmatic man before her.

'That is right. He is good at fighting, so it is no wonder that he is good at dancing, too. I somehow want to think fighting is somehow an act of dancing. Aside from the deadly part, aren't the fighters in the cage similar to a dancer on the scene?'

Her thoughts wandered as she tried to get rid of her shame.

In her distraction, she failed to anticipate the next step, her foot landing squarely on Astron's toes with a soft thud.

Sylvie flinched at the soft thud, her face turning even redder with embarrassment. Slowly, she raised her head to meet Astron's gaze, expecting to see annoyance or frustration in his eyes.

But to her surprise, Astron's expression remained calm and composed, his gaze steady as he looked back at her. There was no hint of irritation or disappointment, only a silent understanding.

"I-I'm so sorry, Astron," Sylvie stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean to step on your toes. I was just... I got distracted, and..."

Astron simply nodded, his face neutral. "It's alright," he said calmly. "I know you didn't mean to. It is just your usual clumsiness." freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

Sylvie couldn't help but flinch at the words "usual clumsiness." Though she knew Astron meant no harm by it, hearing him say it so casually stung a little. It was a reminder of her own shortcomings, her tendency to let her thoughts wander and lose focus at the most inconvenient times.

"Yeah, my usual clumsiness," she echoed softly, forcing a small, self-deprecating smile. "Sorry for being such a klutz."

Deep down, a part of her felt a twinge of resentment at Astron's nonchalant response. She wished he would show a little more concern or understanding, even if it was just a small gesture. But she knew better than to expect anything different from him. Astron had always been reserved and composed, his emotions carefully guarded behind a stoic facade.

–FLINCH!

Suddenly, her body shivered as if insects were crawling on her skin.

'What is this, a gaze?'

She felt like someone was looking at her with intense feelings. She knew from the lectures as well as her own experiences that an Awakened person's strong feelings could form an intent and could affect the environment as well as the target's senses. It was described by the notion of Awakened people altered by mana.

Sylvie's instincts kicked in, urging her to find the source of the intense gaze that made her skin crawl. Ignoring the discomfort, she turned her head slightly, scanning the room until her eyes locked with a pair of piercing red ones.

For a brief moment, time seemed to stand still as Sylvie found herself captivated by the striking gaze. The eyes belonged to Maya, the gentle, cheery, snack-loving, but somehow scary senior, who was watching her with an intensity that sent a shiver down Sylvie's spine.

'Why is she looking at me like that? Senior, you are really being scary.'

As their gazes met, Sylvie noticed the subtle look of coldness in Maya's eyes.

'I am sorry. Did I do something wrong? But I didn't even do anything!'

She inwardly protested as she couldn't find the reason why Maya was angry at her.

'Also, what is with this scary aura? Are you going to kill me?'

With a quick tilt of her head, Sylvie studied Maya's features, taking in the vibrant purple hair and the graceful figure that seemed to exude confidence and poise. After a second of looking, Maya's partner, Senior Amelia, came, and that marked the end of Maya's gaze.

'What was this just now?'

Yet, Sylvie couldn't help but think that there was more to Maya than met the eye.

'Did he notice?'

She threw a look at Astron, and there she saw him looking in the same direction as well.