Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 782

Outside the infirmary, the evening air was crisp, carrying a faint chill that made Irina’s fiery hair seem even more vibrant under the fading light. She walked alongside Astron with a spring in her step, her hands clasped behind her back as she hummed softly to herself. Her amber eyes sparkled with satisfaction, with her mood noticeably lighter.

’That went better than expected,’ she thought, her lips curling into a triumphant smirk. ’She didn’t say it outright, but I could see it in her eyes—she hated every second of that.’

Irina’s steps were light, almost skipping as they moved down the cobblestone path. Her hum carried a cheery tune, and she occasionally glanced at Astron, whose expression remained unreadable, as usual.

"Good day, isn’t it?" she said, breaking the silence with a playful lilt in her voice.

Astron raised an eyebrow, his sharp purple eyes flicking to her briefly. "You seem… unusually cheerful."

"Why wouldn’t I be?" Irina replied, her tone breezy. She spun slightly on her heel, facing him as she walked backward, her fiery hair bouncing with the motion.

’That vexing woman didn’t stand a chance. Did you see her face when I put her in her place?’

She wanted to say it, but for some reason when she looked into Astron’s eyes, she couldn’t. His gaze was calm and collected, as always—a quiet steadiness that seemed immune to her energy. But something in the way his sharp purple eyes lingered felt… distant. Detached. It wasn’t unusual for him to be unreadable, but this time, Irina felt a strange pang in her chest.

’This guy… he’s thinking about someone else.’

The thought came unbidden, sharp and clear, and she couldn’t shake it. She had no proof, no solid reason to believe it, but the feeling settled in her gut like a heavy stone. Her mind flashed back to the infirmary, to the way Senior Maya had looked at him—to the faint tension in his posture when she’d arrived.

’Is he thinking about that Senior? When I’m right here?’

Her fiery hair swayed slightly as she stopped in her tracks, her hands clenching behind her back. She wasn’t even angry, not exactly. Annoyed, yes. A little frustrated? Absolutely. But guilty? Not even close.

’Why should I feel guilty? So what if I’m coveting the person I like? Is there a problem with that?’

The thought only fueled her irritation. She turned abruptly, stepping forward until she was directly in front of Astron, cutting off his path. Her amber eyes burned as she tilted her head up to meet his gaze, her expression a mix of defiance and something sharper.

"This guy…" she muttered under her breath, her voice low but laced with annoyance.

Astron stopped, his calm purple eyes meeting hers with faint curiosity. "What is it?" he asked evenly, his tone as steady as ever.

Irina didn’t answer immediately. Her gaze bore into his, searching for something—anything—that might betray his thoughts. But his expression remained unreadable, a perfectly composed mask. It only made her frustration simmer more.

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’He’s not even going to deny it, is he? He probably doesn’t think there’s anything to deny.’

She crossed her arms, her fiery hair catching the dim light as she squared her shoulders. "You’ve got some nerve," she said finally, her tone sharper than usual.

Astron blinked, the faintest hint of confusion flickering in his eyes. "What are you talking about?"

Irina huffed, stepping even closer, her voice dropping slightly as if to shield their conversation from the evening air. "I’m talking about you. You’re standing here with me, but you’re somewhere else entirely. Who are you thinking about?"

Astron tilted his head slightly, his expression calm but edged with a subtle wariness. "That’s quite the accusation," he said, his tone measured.

"Oh, don’t play coy with me," Irina shot back, her amber eyes narrowing. "I can see it in your eyes. You’re thinking about someone else. Don’t even try to deny it."

Astron sighed softly, his gaze steady but unreadable. "You’re imagining things," he said calmly, though the faintest trace of tension flickered at the edge of his voice.

At least, Irina felt like it.

Irina’s lips curled into a faint smirk, though her annoyance was still palpable. "Imagining?

She harrumphed, her fiery hair swaying as she turned her head sharply, a glare still simmering in her amber eyes. "Am I also imagining that your face looks like I went a little bit overboard? Or," she added, her voice rising slightly, "am I imagining that you look like you’re thinking what I did was wrong? Should I have just stood there and accepted what she was doing?"

Before Astron could respond, she stepped forward and jabbed her finger into his chest, her voice dropping to a pointed whisper. "What do you take me for?"

Her frustration radiated off her in waves, the intensity of her emotions almost tangible. But as her fiery gaze bore into him, Astron remained calm, his sharp purple eyes steady as he studied her.

"I am not taking you for anything," he said finally, his tone measured and even. "Neither have I said anything about what you should or shouldn’t have done."