Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 65

Chapter 65 Chapter 16.8 - Nexoria City Trip

"...ters and a demon contractor appeared at the Nexoria City Museum."

The girl opened her eyes, emerging from a troubled sleep. Her body felt exhausted, her muscles sore as if she had been through some ordeal. She felt as though she had been trapped in a nightmare, a disturbing dream that left her breathless.

The sensation of suffocation lingered in her mind. She remembered the hands that had covered her mouth, the sense of dread that had gripped her. And then, there was that metallic scent, a smell that had made her stomach churn with nausea.

Gradually, the sound of a television and a calm woman's voice reached her ears, pulling her back to reality.

"According to revealed information from the Government, twenty people lost their lives in the attack, and it is reported that the number of wounded people passed the mark of 500."

Confusion settled over the girl as she struggled to comprehend the situation. She found herself in an unfamiliar place, surrounded by white walls unlike the pink and girly decor of her own room.

"Mommy?"

The girl's voice trembled as she called out, seeking the comfort of a familiar presence.

"Jane?"

Her mother's soothing voice responded, an anchor in the midst of her confusion and fear.

"Mommy."

Jane's voice wavered as she clung to her mother, finding solace in her embrace.

"Are you okay, dear? You are not feeling uncomfortable, right?"

The mother's voice shook, revealing her own concern for her daughter's well-being.

"I-I am okay now, Mother. I am fine."

Jane tried to sound strong, to reassure her mother, but the tremor in her voice betrayed her true emotions.

But, of course, as a mother, how could she not know how her daughter was feeling? Kaya, seeing her daughter hugging her tightly, noticed that she was trying to put up a strong front.

'This…She is my daughter for sure.'

And she remembered what she herself would always do when she was young.

"It is fine, dear. You can cry now."

"Really?"

"Yes. I am with you."

As she said that, Kaya could feel a slight wetness in her bosom.

TAP TAP

She touched her daughter's body in a soothing manner, tapping her from her back. She knew her daughter was just a little girl that must have never been subjected to such an event.

TOK TOK

Just at that moment, a sound of knocking came from the door.

"Miss Kaya. Can I enter?" It was the voice of a serious woman who seemed to be in her early twenties. "The footage you have requested is ready."

Kaya's eyes wandered around her daughter, who was crying silently in her arms, as she heard the woman's words.

"Please wait for a while."

She answered, deciding to stay with her daughter for a while.

"Understood. I will be waiting."

Just like that, she just soothed her daughter like a mother would do, making her cry as much as she wanted.

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CREAK

The door swung open with a soft creak, and a woman of serious demeanor stepped into the room. The shift from her composed exterior displayed outside to her current one was striking.

"Miss Kaya," the woman greeted, her tone carrying a respectful undertone as she entered. In her hands, she held a compact tablet, its screen glowing faintly.

Kaya rose from her seat, her expression expectant. There was a reason she had specifically requested this footage.

"You mentioned that the footage is ready, correct?" Kaya inquired, her gaze unwaveringly fixed on her secretary.

"Yes," the secretary confirmed. "As you requested, we managed to retrieve the available footage."

"Then, please, proceed to show me."

The secretary hesitated momentarily before speaking. "However, there is a complication. The camera that was operational at the time didn't capture much of value."

Kaya's brows furrowed in a mild display of frustration. She had held hopes that the footage would shed some much-needed light on the events that had transpired. It appeared that her expectations might not be met after all.

"What do you mean by 'not much of value'?" Kaya's tone carried a mixture of curiosity and a hint of exasperation. She disliked when things were handled with less than utmost diligence.

"Well," the secretary began, her voice measured, "the camera's view is obstructed for the majority of the recording. Shadows dominate the screen, and there's only a limited view of a figure moving within those shadows. We can't glean much from it."

Kaya's curiosity piqued. She was determined to understand the details despite the challenges.

"Can you clarify what you mean by 'shadows'?" Kaya probed further.

"Allow me to show you," the secretary responded, tapping the tablet's screen to initiate the playback. The footage started, and the quality was far from ideal. At first, the camera seemed to capture nothing more than a cluster of low-level crystals.

But then, the skirmish began. The tremors of combat could be sensed through the footage, yet the camera's angle provided little clarity.

In the midst of the action, however, the camera's already suboptimal view worsened. Shadows enshrouded the screen, blurring the vision. Amidst this obscurity, a figure moved within the shadows – a silhouette, small and seemingly of short stature.

Nothing about the figure could be discerned. No details of attire, hair, or even gender were discernible – just an enigmatic outline.