Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 654

Chapter 654 144.2 - Finally

Irina's steps were light as she left the dining room, her heart lifting in a way she hadn't felt in a long time. The cold, lingering tension of her breakfast with the Matriarch seemed to fade behind her, replaced by a rare sense of satisfaction.

'Well,' she thought, a small, triumphant smile pulling at her lips, 'it appears Mother underestimated me today.'

Her gaze wandered through the grand, silent corridors of the Emberheart mansion, the echoes of her footsteps a steady rhythm that matched her thoughts. She had known from the beginning that her mother would see through her intentions, the subtle maneuvering that allowed her to "request" free time without suspicion. But that was exactly why she had led the conversation there, planting the idea firmly in her mother's mind before broaching her true desire—to meet Astron in person, without subterfuge or deceit.

'Why hide what can be set in plain view?' she mused, feeling the thrill of her victory. 'If he's going to stand by me, then let it be known from the start.'

It was a risk, certainly, but one she was willing to take. As she ascended the winding staircase leading to her wing, she felt the weight of her decision settle comfortably on her shoulders, blending with her confidence. Her mother's words, though laced with warning, had also hinted at a reluctant respect for her choice. Irina would carry that small victory forward, making it the foundation for everything that would follow.

'Mother may be ruthless,' she thought, a faint smirk tugging at her lips, 'but she respects strength. And today, I showed her a glimpse of mine.'

Reaching her room, she pushed open the door, stepping into the quiet sanctuary she had crafted for herself. The heavy wood closed behind her with a satisfying thud, sealing her off from the rest of the mansion, and she allowed herself a deep breath. For the first time since her grueling days in the Chamber of Emberheart, she felt a calm wash over her.

'So, he'll be here soon.'

The thought sent a shiver of anticipation through her. She moved toward the window, gazing out over the estate's vast grounds, her mind drifting to Astron. In the darkness of the Chamber, when her strength had been tested to its limit, she'd often found herself thinking of him—of the quiet reassurance his presence offered, a strength that complemented her own.

'I really had been waiting for the whole month….' she told herself, her gaze steady on the horizon. 'I've trained, endured, sacrificed. And now, I'll finally have him.'

Irina lingered by the window, the faint warmth spreading through her chest as she thought of Astron, and how soon he'd be here.

But she wouldn't let herself dwell on the feeling for long. She had a task to complete, and sentiment was no excuse for negligence. She'd waited a full month to see him, but she wanted to make sure she was ready to greet him with the poise her family demanded—on her terms.

Turning away from the window, she approached the tall mirror that hung in the corner of her room. Her reflection looked back at her, bearing the faint marks of her grueling training.

Dark lashes framed her sharp gaze, and her hair, though tied up, fell in disarray, a reminder of the exhaustion she'd barely had time to shake off. She traced her fingers through the loose strands and considered what she'd need to do.

'No extravagant makeup, just enough to look… presentable,' she thought, tilting her head slightly. Extravagance wasn't her style, nor did it fit the meeting she had planned. She wanted him to see her as she was, not hidden behind layers of paint. Still, a touch of refinement couldn't hurt; it had been a long time since she'd seen him in person.

Just then, a gentle knock sounded on her door.

"Enter," Irina called, her voice calm and steady.

The door opened, and Esme stepped in, her demeanor as composed and respectful as always. Irina had called her earlier, knowing the maid's practiced hands could bring out a polish that matched the Emberheart standards without overwhelming her natural features.

"Good morning, Lady Irina," Esme greeted, giving a slight bow.

Irina nodded, stepping back from the mirror and gesturing to the chair by her vanity. "I'd like to keep things subtle. I don't want an elaborate look."

Esme nodded, understanding the instruction immediately. "Of course, Lady Irina. A simple, refined look. I'll ensure it's perfect."

As she sat down, Irina allowed herself a final, fleeting thought of Astron. Soon, he would see her again—not just as the Emberheart heiress, but as someone who had endured for his sake as well as her own.

The girl she had once been, trying to meet her mother's impossible expectations, was gone. She was different now—stronger, sharper, and fully prepared to stand at his side. frёeωebɳovel.com

'After all,' she mused, watching her reflection as Esme began gathering her hair with quiet precision, 'this is just the beginning.'

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