Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 528

Chapter 528 118.1 - Abigail

I moved through the shadows, my presence completely erased, slipping unnoticed through the town's deserted streets. The air was crisp, the chill biting at my skin as I made my way toward my next destination.

'First, I need to visit the cemetery,' I thought to myself, but there was something I had to see before that. The house of Maria and Damian.

As I approached the house, I could see that the windows were dark, the curtains drawn. It made sense, considering the fact that I revealed everything before them and then disappeared. They must think I am still here.

And that is correct, as I am indeed.

I moved silently, slipping into the house through a shadowed corner where the door hung slightly ajar. The interior was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of despair. It didn't take long to find them—Maria was lying on a small cot, her eyes red and swollen from tears, while Damian sat beside her, speaking in a low, comforting voice.

"I'll figure something out, Mama," Damian was saying, his voice strained but determined. "I will protect you."

"You don't need to worry, son," Maria said as she looked at him. "That boy, he was not someone who would harm innocent."

"How can you be that sure?"

"I could see in his eyes."

"How? The only thing I saw in his eyes was emptiness."

It seemed they were talking about me. That made sense for Damian to think such for me, as I am indeed not someone who is good at expressing myself from my eyes.

"Is that so?"

The moment I revealed myself from the shadows, Damian's reaction was immediate and instinctual. His eyes widened in shock, and he flinched back, his hand darting behind him to grab the knife he had hidden. The blade gleamed faintly in the dim light as he held it out defensively, his body tense and ready to strike.

"Don't approach me!" Damian's voice was shaky, filled with a mix of fear and determination.

I met his gaze, unflinching, and simply shook my head. "If I wanted to hurt you, you'd already be dead. There's no need for that knife."

My words hung heavy in the air, and for a moment, Damian seemed to waver. The tension in his body didn't fully dissipate, but there was a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes as he processed what I had said.

Maria, who had been watching the exchange with wide, tear-filled eyes, reached out and placed a hand on Damian's shoulder. She shook her head gently, her voice soft but firm. "Damian put it down. He's right… If he meant us harm, he wouldn't be standing here talking."

Damian hesitated, his grip on the knife tightening for a brief moment before he finally lowered it. His eyes remained locked on mine, wary but no longer hostile.

"What do you want?" Maria asked, her voice carrying a note of exhaustion. "Haven't you already seen everything there is to see?"

I studied her for a moment before responding, my tone even. "One last thing."

Maria's brows furrowed in confusion, but before she could ask what I meant, I turned my gaze to Damian. "Where is Abigail buried?"

The question struck them both like a physical blow. Damian's eyes widened in surprise and fear, and Maria's breath hitched, her face paling as she clutched the edge of the cot for support.

"Why do you want to know?" Damian asked, his voice trembling. "What are you planning to do?"

"Nothing much," I said. "I just want to visit."

"Why?"

"To have one final talk."

"...." Maria closed her eyes, her expression one of deep sorrow. "She… She wasn't given a proper burial," she whispered. "We couldn't… We couldn't give her the peace she deserved."

Damian looked at his mother with concern, then back at me. "She's not buried in the cemetery. They wouldn't allow it."

"So where is she?" I pressed.

Damian hesitated, glancing at his mother before finally speaking. "There's an old tree, deep in the forest, near the edge of town. We buried her there, away from everyone. It was the only place we could think of."

Maria nodded, tears streaming down her cheeks as she spoke. "It was the only place where she could be at peace, away from the people who hurt her. But… but even then, I'm not sure if she ever found peace."

"She did not," I answered as I moved to leave.