Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 43

Chapter 43 Chapter 11.2 - Sylvie

'Why are they talking about him like that?'

Sylvie asked that question to herself as she looked at the class that was ongoing.

'Was Astron the only one that made a mistake?'

She was a girl that liked to help people in distress or people that was having a hard time. And naturally, Astron was one of those.

Especially, she hated that gloomy look on his face.

Growing up in a household that was bright with a doting mother, father, and brother, Sylvie was a girl that always showed kindness to others.

And when she first entered the academy, she was all alone. She didn't know about many people; she didn't know how people lived in this place.

Since the reputation of the Arcadia Hunter Academy was spread wide, she felt overwhelmed. She saw people that were celebrities all around the world.

She was even standing in the same room with those children who were the heirs of such celebrities.

Thus, as a girl that came from the countryside, she felt overwhelmed by everyone here. And since she was a healer, her interests were also different from others, as she belonged to a specific group of people that didn't participate in combat.

Healers were rare, but they were not that hard to find, so she needed to do her best to pass those classes.

Thus, at the start, thanks to her worries, she slightly ostracized herself and found the time to look at the class and learn about the people there.

It was at that moment she noticed Astron.

A young boy that sat on the back with his hood over his head. She couldn't directly see his features since he covered himself with his good, but her special skill enabled her to see his emotions.

A turmoil of emotions that never changed.

A dark aura was oozing from him.

A deep dark aura mixed with the color of red, dark hues of blue and black.

It was her special trait. A trait that enabled Sylvie to see other people's emotions by the color shown on there.

She knew the color red. It was anger

She also knew about the color of dark blue. She knew about it since she saw it whenever she visited a person's funeral.

It was the feeling of sorrow.

However, there was one more thing that was there. And it covered almost everything.

It was the color of black.

The color that she had never seen this strong.

The color of Hatred.

When she looked at the boy covered with the hood, she could see an immense amount of hatred oozing from him.

It was so strong that whenever she looked around, she unconditionally directed her attention to him.

That was the reason why Sylvie always paid attention to Astron.

There was also another individual who took his attention. Ethan Hartley. A young man with a bright white aura of righteousness.

Whenever she looked at both, she could see the disparity.

A dark and sorrowful aura surrounded him, and a bright, inspiring aura surrounded Ethan.

And, as a person that wanted to help others, Sylvie naturally wanted to help Astron too. Thus, she wanted to approach him and decided to try her chances one day.

It was the day when she witnessed the cruelty of the world.

As Sylvie recounted the incident, her voice trembled with emotion. She recalled the day she witnessed three students bullying Astron, and her heart ached at the memory.

She saw three people surrounding him. They were mocking him, calling him names, and pushing him around. It was like they were feeding off his pain, enjoying his misery.

She wanted to step in and stop them, but fear held her back. She was just a new student, unfamiliar with this intimidating world of elite hunters. Also, she was a healer, so she knew she couldn't do anything.

She also knew about those three, as they were in the same class.

She couldn't understand why they were treating him like that. What had he done to deserve such cruelty?

She could still remember what they called him.

"Hey, look, it's the orphan loser."

"Did your mother die because she couldn't stand giving birth to a loser like you?"

"Nah….Probably it was because his father left them…Who would want a useless son and a whore mother?"

She still remembered those words.

But there was one more thing that made her feel more sorrow.

It was because whenever Astron tried to resist, he would be beaten more.

And at some point, he simply stopped trying and defending himself.

The colors that she could see intensified, and another shade of blue was added there.

She didn't know what it was, but she could see Astron was changing. He was being pushed at the corner.

She even wanted to inform the teachers, but none of them even cared. She could never forget what she heard at that time from a teacher she talked to.

"Tch…He is even too weak to stand for himself, but he wants to become a hunter. Useless bastard. Because of him, my niece wasn't accepted…."

It was what she heard. This was something she could never forget.

'How can you be this cruel? What are those people?'

She thought at that time, so she went to help Astron and heal his wounds whenever she could, using her healing art.

She was not proficient enough, but she still did her best and wanted to be a help to him.

The days went on as a month passed.

It was at that night suddenly things changed; Sylvie could see it.

The colors she could see on Astron had changed.

If before it was filled with black, red, and blue, now a color she had not seen in the people covered it.

It was the color of grey. She knew what that color represented.

Indifference.

It was indifference.

Whenever she looked at him, she could see his eyes were changed. Now, he always looked at people with dead eyes filled with no emotions.

He didn't care about what others were saying about him.

That was something Astron had done before as well, but Sylvie knew he was just putting a front. After all, she could see his emotions changing inside his heart whenever someone mocked him or said bad things about him, but now it was different.

Now, nothing has changed anymore.

The gray color covered him like a barrier, and nothing could penetrate him.

"Thank you for your help."