Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 561

Chapter 561 125.2 - Finally Free (?)

In the room where intricate engravings resembling the beauty of nature adorned the walls, a girl with purple hair cascading down to her waist sat at her desk, sipping her tea. The room was a masterful blend of elegance and luxury, the engravings capturing the essence of flourishing forests and serene rivers, each detail carved into the wood with painstaking precision.

The subtle glow from the chandelier overhead cast a warm light across the room, highlighting the richness of the engravings, which seemed to pulse with life as if the forest itself had been brought indoors.

Expensive furniture made of rare woods and adorned with fine craftsmanship filled the space, with shelves lined with books and documents. The air was filled with the faint scent of lavender, a calming presence that matched the serenity of the surroundings. The girl was sitting at her desk, a delicate teacup resting in her hand as she glanced over the documents in front of her.

Among those documents was the invitation to the banquet—a key piece that she had secured just as Astron had desired. It hadn't been difficult. Her family name alone held enough influence in the Southern side of the Valerian Federation to open doors, and acquiring an invitation was as simple as mentioning who she was. The weight of her family's name made things run smoothly in this part of the world, and that power was something she wielded with subtlety and precision.

As she scanned the papers, her eyes narrowing in thought, a soft knock at the door pulled her from her concentration.

The door creaked open, and Alfred, ever composed and elegant, stepped inside.

"Alfred."

The girl said, looking at the man entering.

His sharp, formal appearance contrasted with the calm, natural atmosphere of the room. With a polite bow, he addressed her.

"My Lady," Alfred began, his tone measured and respectful. "The dress you requested for the banquet has been prepared and delivered. It is ready whenever you wish to try it on."

Maya placed her teacup down on the saucer with a soft clink, a smile gracing her lips. "Ah, wonderful. Thank you, Alfred."

Maya rose gracefully from her chair, smoothing her hands over the delicate fabric of her gown as she stood. Her movements were as fluid as ever, but there was a subtle shift in her demeanor—something even Alfred, her ever-watchful butler, couldn't quite place. The excitement she held for this banquet was unlike the usual demeanor of the members of the family that he had been serving.

Typically, such affairs had little appeal to her nor the Lord of the family.

Alfred's sharp mind noticed the change, though his face remained as impassive as always. It wasn't in his nature to question his Lady's choices, but this particular situation had piqued his curiosity.

"My Lady," Alfred ventured cautiously, "forgive my inquiry, but I must admit that I find it unusual for you to take such an interest in this banquet. I know the significance of the guests attending, but our family has rarely concerned itself with these gatherings. Might I ask what has piqued your interest in this one?"

Maya paused for a brief moment, her fingers brushing over the stack of documents she had been reviewing. Her blue eyes flickered with an unreadable expression before she smiled, though it didn't quite reach her eyes.

"You've always been observant, Alfred," she acknowledged, her tone light yet laced with something deeper. "But there's no need for concern. This is a personal matter." She turned to face him fully, her smile growing more genuine. "Let's just say there's someone I'd like to help."

Alfred gave a small nod, though the answer only fueled his curiosity further. It was rare for Maya to place personal importance on something outside her usual circle, even more so when it involved the affairs of others. The Lady had always been independent, self-reliant, and somewhat distant from the power games played in the higher circles of society.

Still, it wasn't his place to press further.

"As you wish, My Lady," Alfred replied, his voice unwavering. "The dress is in your private fitting room. Shall I escort you?"

Maya nodded, gesturing for him to lead the way. As they walked, Alfred couldn't help but think of the exquisite gown that had been specially commissioned for the event. It was a masterpiece created by the finest tailors using the most luxurious silks and materials from distant lands. The craftsmanship was impeccable, and no detail had been spared to ensure it was worthy of someone of Maya's stature.

The gown itself was a blend of deep, regal hues—rich purples and blues intertwined with silver accents that seemed to shimmer in the light. It had been designed to capture attention without being ostentatious, an elegant display of refinement and power. It was a dress meant for someone who could command a room with presence alone, and Maya certainly fit that description. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

Upon entering the fitting room, Maya approached the dress, running her fingers over the soft silk fabric. Alfred watched silently as she examined the gown, his curiosity still gnawing at him.

Who could she be helping? And why now?