Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 748

Sylvie watched the scene unfold from her seat, her [Authority] pulsing faintly in the background, highlighting the emotional hues radiating from Irina. She had sensed the fiery energy from the moment Irina stepped forward to intervene, but now, the emotions were sharper, more defined, and impossible to ignore.

At first, it was the familiar hues she associated with Irina—red, bright and blazing, her unmistakable anger. It burned fiercely, matching her sharp words and confident stride as she cut through the chatter surrounding Astron. But there was more, another color swirling just beneath the surface, faint yet vibrant.

’Pink.’

Sylvie’s chest tightened as she recognized it. Love. Irina wasn’t just irritated or protective—there was something deeper there, something undeniable. It wasn’t fleeting or shallow; it was rooted, steady, and intense. And that wasn’t all.

’Purple.’

A darker shade, not the calm and regal purple of confidence, but something heavier. It lingered in Irina’s emotions like a shadow, twisting through her feelings with a sharp edge. Sylvie didn’t need her [Authority] to tell her what it was. The moment Irina’s gaze flickered toward the girls surrounding Astron, the answer became glaringly obvious.

’Jealousy.’

Sylvie’s breath caught as the realization hit her. Irina wasn’t just annoyed with the crowd vying for Astron’s attention—she was jealous. The heat in her tone, the way her emotions flared as she spoke, the way she stepped forward to pull Astron out of the room as though to claim him—it all fit too perfectly.

Irina loved Astron.

No, it went beyond love. As Sylvie watched her, as she felt the weight of Irina’s emotions through her [Authority], it became clear. This wasn’t a new or fleeting feeling. This was deeply rooted, something that had grown over time, something that Irina herself couldn’t hide even if she wanted to.

Sylvie’s fingers tightened around the strap of her bag as the truth settled heavily in her chest. She couldn’t ignore it any longer. Irina didn’t just like Astron. She loved him. Fiercely. Passionately. And now, that love was laid bare for anyone paying close enough attention to see.

The scene before Sylvie blurred, the sounds of the classroom fading into the background as her thoughts spiraled. That strange, hollow sensation gnawed at her chest—a feeling she couldn’t name or explain. It wasn’t anger, nor was it sadness. It was something else entirely, a quiet void that seemed to expand with every second she sat there, watching Irina and Astron.

’I don’t understand this feeling…’ she thought, gripping the strap of her bag tighter as if the physical sensation would ground her. But it didn’t. The void lingered a quiet ache that made her chest feel tight and her thoughts feel far too loud.

And then, like a whisper rising from the depths of her heart, another thought took shape—a thought she hadn’t expected.

’I was the one who noticed him first.’

The words echoed in her mind, soft but insistent. Sylvie blinked, startled by the suddenness of it, the quiet weight it carried. She hadn’t intended to think that, hadn’t even realized it was something she felt. But now that the thought was there, it refused to leave.

It wasn’t because she was selfish, or because she wanted something from Astron. It wasn’t that at all. But still… how could she forget? How could she forget the times when Astron wasn’t like this—when he had been weak and struggling when he had carried the weight of his own burdens in silence?

Where had Irina been then?

The question struck like a shard of glass, sharp and cold. Sylvie’s mind raced unbidden memories flooding back. Those early days at the academy, when Astron had been a shadow of who he was now. When he had sat quietly in class, unnoticed by most, his pale complexion and tired eyes betraying the struggles he refused to voice.

Back then, Irina hadn’t even glanced his way. Back then, it had been Sylvie who had noticed the way his hands trembled slightly after a grueling lesson, the way his breathing hitched when no one else was paying attention. It had been Sylvie who had seen him fight through the pain, who had felt the pull to help him even when she hadn’t fully understood why.

’Where was she then? What was she doing while he was struggling?’ Sylvie thought, her heart tightening as she watched Irina now, standing so confidently beside Astron as if she had always been there.

The memory of those days clashed painfully with the scene before her. The fiery determination in Irina’s eyes, the way she had stepped in to intervene, the way her emotions blazed so brightly with love and jealousy—it all felt wrong. Out of place. Undeserved.

’How am I supposed to ignore all of that and accept this?’ Sylvie wondered, her nails digging into her palms. She couldn’t ignore the history she shared with Astron, her own efforts and his silent ones.

But now, it felt like all of that was being overshadowed, erased by Irina’s boldness, by the way she claimed the spotlight so effortlessly.

Sylvie looked down at her hands, her chest tightening with a mix of emotions she couldn’t name. Was it bitterness? Frustration? That hollow void again, expanding to fill every corner of her heart? She didn’t know. She only knew that it hurt.

’This isn’t fair,’ she thought, biting the inside of her cheek to keep herself grounded. But what wasn’t fair? Irina’s feelings? Astron’s calm acceptance of her presence? The way everything seemed to be slipping away from Sylvie’s grasp, no matter how hard she tried to hold on?

"Sylvie."

The voice cut through the haze of her thoughts like a sharp blade. Sylvie blinked, startled, her surroundings snapping back into focus. The vivid swirl of emotions she had been caught up in began to dim as she turned to see Jasmine standing beside her, arms crossed and an exasperated expression on her face.

"Ah… Jasmine," Sylvie murmured, her voice shaky, her fingers still clenched tightly around the strap of her bag.