Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 320

Chapter 320 Chapter 76.1 - No title

<Sunday Evening, Arcadia Dominion, Frostborne Mansion>

In the office without many ornaments, a lone figure sat in front of the desk. Any type of silk did not cover her slender pale arms, yet her clothes resembled a young lady's from slightly retro times.

As Mistress Miriam delicately moved her slender fingers across the desk, tiny sprinkles of frost formed and danced around her fingertips, reflecting the dim light filtering through the room. Her expression was a mixture of gloom and serenity; her thoughts were weighed down by a burden unseen to others.

"It is getting worse," she murmured to herself, her voice barely audible above the soft rustle of frost.

Just then, the door swung open, breaking the quiet of the room. A young maid, dressed in the customary attire of the household, entered with a sense of urgency.

"Mistress Miriam," the maid announced, her voice carrying a note of 'concern,' "a special envelope with your signature has arrived at the mansion."

Miriam raised an eyebrow at the unexpected interruption, her curiosity piqued by the mention of the envelope.

'I guess my daughter is working hard.'

With a graceful gesture, she motioned for the maid to bring it to her.

The maid approached, carrying the envelope with care, before placing it delicately on the desk in front of Miriam. With a nod of acknowledgment, Miriam dismissed the maid, who quickly exited the room, leaving her alone once more with the mysterious envelope.

Though the maid or the other people didn't know much about it, this envelope itself is, in fact, an artifact.

An artifact that could only be opened by the mana signature of the person that was meant to send. Thanks to her unique condition and her standing in the mansion, she needed to resort to such methods to even be able to contact her daughter.

With a sense of anticipation mingled with trepidation, Miriam reached out and picked up the envelope, her fingers tracing the elegant curves of her signature, and the frost-attributed mana covered the signature; the seal was removed.

Miriam's heart skipped a beat as she saw the familiar handwriting adorning the parchment within the envelope. It was unmistakably her daughter, Seraphina. With a mixture of relief and longing, she eagerly unfolded the letter, her eyes scanning the words penned by her beloved child.

"My Dearest Mother,

I hope this letter finds you in good health and spirits. As for myself, I am doing well despite the challenges that come with attending the Academy. I am grateful for the opportunity to pursue my studies, even though 'that woman' clearly attempted to hinder my aspirations."

Miriam's brows furrowed slightly at the mention of 'that woman,' a pang of resentment stirring within her.

She knew all too well the obstacles her daughter had faced, but she admired Seraphina's resilience and determination to overcome them.

"However, none of those matters as I am in the academy. I am not sure if the news has reached you, but now I am the second-ranking student in the academy, one place away from reaching my deserved spot."

Hearing this, a smile bloomed on her face. A smile contrasting to the demeanor of gloominess inside the room.

"My dear, you really deserve it."

She mumbled.

"But, mother. These are not important to me. Reaching the first rank is just the way to trample on 'that woman' and 'that man' who abandoned you looking for 'that woman.' I will never forget the moments of that time when your dresses were trampled, your pride, and, most importantly, your core were damaged intentionally. I will prove to everyone who did all those despicable things to you. Once I return to the family, it will be the day I get control of it, and the day I will make every day hell for them.

I am working hard to achieve it, and there are many potential candidates for me here. Many hidden talents had yet to bloom, but with my special eyes, I can see.

However, the mother. I still need you here. I wish for you to use your eyes to see. Though I know it may be painful, I can't afford to waste my resources right now, as 'that woman' is still constantly keeping tabs on me.

Behind this letter, you will see another small paper, which contains the list of the people I deemed as potential. Please check if they would be helpful to me or not.

And for those who you deem to be useful, I will leave the decision to you, as I know you have the necessary channels to reach me and them.

I miss you dearly, Mother; please stay safe.

Your daughter

Seraphina."

As Miriam read through the heartfelt words of her daughter, a mixture of emotions washed over her. Pride swelled within her at Seraphina's achievements and determination, yet sadness tugged at her heartstrings as she sensed the growing distance between them.

"She is getting farther and farther away, becoming like them..." Miriam whispered to herself, her voice heavy with melancholy. She couldn't help but reminisce about the innocent smiles of Seraphina's childhood, contrasting sharply with the calculated determination evident in her daughter's words.

With a heavy sigh, Miriam acknowledged the path that Seraphina had chosen, understanding the weight of her daughter's ambitions and the sacrifices she was willing to make to achieve them.

"My daughter, if that is what you wish for, then I can only support your will," Miriam murmured softly to herself, her gaze lingering on the letter in her hand. Though she longed for Seraphina's happiness and peace, she knew that her daughter's journey was her own to walk, filled with challenges and choices that only she could make.

With a sense of resolve, Miriam turned her attention to the small paper enclosed with the letter, her thoughts already drifting towards the task ahead. As she scanned the list of names, her silver eyes turned pitch white and filled with complete brightness.

With a sense of solemn purpose, she began to mumble the names on the paper, her voice resonating with a power that seemed to transcend mortal boundaries.

As each name passed her lips, a profound energy surged forth, causing the ink on the paper to shimmer and fade away.

In its place, the same names began to emerge, but this time written not in ordinary ink but in symbols of power and destiny.