Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 460

Chapter 460 104.1 - Everchanging Glyph

While a certain someone was training in a special place, a young girl sat on her bed, looking at her smartwatch. Irina was glaring at the screen, frustration clear on her face.

The last message she had sent to Astron glowed on the screen: [Hey, it's been a while. Are you free to talk?]

She had sent several messages over the past few days, each one met with silence. The absence of a reply was starting to get under her skin. Irina clenched her fists, her annoyance growing with each passing minute.

'That bastard,' she thought, her teeth gritting. 'Does he think he can just ignore me like this?'

She scrolled through the messages again, each one a reminder of the time she had spent waiting for a response: I need to talk to you about something important. Are you there? Seriously, this is getting annoying. Answer me.

The last message was sent hours ago, and still, nothing. She felt a pang of worry mixed with her irritation. Astron was always difficult to reach, but this level of unresponsiveness was unusual even for him.

'Is he training somewhere remote again?' she wondered. 'Or is he just ignoring me on purpose?'

Her mind raced with possibilities, each one more frustrating than the last. She knew he was dedicated to his training, but there had to be a limit. After all, she was asking for his time, something he had promised to give her.

"Ugh!" Irina groaned, flopping back onto her bed. "Why is he always like this?"

Staring at the ceiling, she contemplated her next move. She could try to find him, but knowing Astron, he was likely in a place that was difficult to access or even locate. Still, the thought of confronting him in person was becoming more and more appealing.

'But, how do I even find him…..I wish I had just put a GPS on his body….'

She thought, imagining how it would be if she did such a thing. Being able to track every bit of his movements, learning about him, and then suddenly making some surprises.

"…..Urghk…..Then I would be no different than a stalker….." Irina groaned, rolling over on her bed. She pulled her fingers to her lips, lost in thought.

'No, this is insane,' she thought, trying to shake off the ridiculous idea. Yet, the thought lingered.

Her mind wandered back to the last time they were together, the warmth of his presence, the intensity of their conversations, and the feeling of his lips on hers. She felt a blush creeping up her cheeks.

"I've missed this feeling…" she whispered to herself, her fingers gently brushing her lips. The memory of their kiss made her heart flutter, a mix of longing and frustration welling up inside her.

'Why does he have to be so difficult to reach?' she thought, her annoyance resurfacing. 'He promised me that week, and now he's vanished.'

She rolled over again, burying her face in her pillow. The frustration of wanting to talk to him, to be near him, and the helplessness of not knowing where he was gnawed at her.

'Bastard….When you make your appearance, I am going to make you pay for this….' Irina resolved her feelings, a determined glint in her eyes.

Just then, the door to her room creaked open, and Esme stepped in. She was Irina's personal attendant, always calm and composed, and her presence was a comforting constant in Irina's life.

"Good morning, Young Lady," Esme greeted, her voice gentle but firm. "It's time to start getting ready for your day."

Irina sighed, looking at the woman who had just entered. The fact that she could still show her face like this even after all the things that she did…. It was mind-blowing.

Sitting up reluctantly, Irina grumbled. "Already? It feels like I just woke up."

Esme gave her a sympathetic smile. "I know, but you have a full schedule today. We need to prepare for your training session and then the meeting with other heirs."

"Tch." Irina clicked her tongue as she saw the ever same routine happening once again.

'A puppet child standing in the front…..As usual….'

Esme's presence, once a source of comfort, now felt like a reminder of the expectations and responsibilities weighing on Irina's shoulders. Despite the outward calm, Irina could sense the calculated precision behind every action Esme took.

Irina didn't like Esme, nor did she like the responsibilities that came with her position. The constant pressure to live up to her family's name and to be the perfect heir was exhausting. She longed for the freedom to be herself, to make her own choices without constant scrutiny.

As she got ready, her mind kept drifting back to Astron. With him, things were different. He didn't see her as just the Emberheart heiress; he saw her as Irina. He challenged her and made her feel alive in a way that her duties never could.

'I miss him,' she thought, a pang of longing hitting her chest. 'At least with him, I feel like I can be myself. I don't have to put on a show or follow a script.'

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On another part, at the south of the Valerian Federation, a ship slowly descended to the ground, its engines humming softly as it settled on the landing pad. The ramp extended smoothly, touching the ground with a gentle thud.

"My Lady," a voice called out, resonating with a calm authority.

A butler, impeccably dressed in a tailored suit, appeared at the base of the ramp. His posture was perfect, and his expression was one of composed professionalism.

Following the butler's appearance, a line of maids instantly formed on both sides of the ramp, each one bowing deeply in perfect unison.