Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 785

Astron’s gaze settled on Seraphina, his sharp purple eyes unwavering and unreadable. The corridor was silent, save for the faint hum of distant voices and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. Seraphina stood a few steps away, her silver hair cascading down her back like liquid moonlight, her expression a mix of amusement and intrigue.

"We need to talk," she said, her voice calm yet laced with an undercurrent of authority.

Astron didn’t respond immediately. His eyes briefly scanned her face, noting the faint, confident smirk playing on her lips. Then, in a tone as neutral as the cold stone walls around them, he asked, "Why?"

The single word hung in the air between them, simple yet laden with meaning.

Seraphina’s smile deepened slightly. She tilted her head, studying him as if he were a puzzle she couldn’t quite piece together.

It was the same response he had given her the last time they spoke. Back then, she had approached him with a proposition—one that most people would have jumped at for the sheer opportunity to be in her favor. But his reaction had been the same: indifferent, detached.

’Why?’

Normally, people clamored for her attention. They would spend days, sometimes weeks, arranging meetings with her. Gifts, letters, subtle favors—such was the norm for someone of her standing. She was Seraphina Frostborne, heir to one of the strongest magic families, the Frostborne lineage, known for its dominion over ice and precision in spellcraft. Her rank in the academy was high, her reputation impeccable.

But this guy…

Astron Natusalune wasn’t like anyone else.

No reverence, no flattery. Just that single, disarming question, as if her lineage and rank were mere trivialities.

"You have a way of making things far less complicated than they should be," she finally said, stepping closer, her heels clicking softly against the polished floor. "But since you insist…"

Her silver eyes locked onto his, unblinking. "Because you intrigue me, Astron."

He raised an eyebrow, his expression still unreadable. "Is that all?"

Seraphina let out a light chuckle, the sound low and deliberate. "Shouldn’t that be enough?"

"No." His answer was curt, blunt.

For a moment, silence stretched between them. Seraphina didn’t seem fazed. In fact, his rejection only seemed to amuse her further.

’He’s impossible,’ she thought, though the realization didn’t annoy her—it intrigued her more.

"Then how about this," she said, folding her arms. "I know you’re not ordinary. And I’m not just talking about your rank or your… tendencies to attract trouble."

Astron’s gaze didn’t waver, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes—a shadow of calculation, perhaps.

"You hide things, Astron. Big things. And you’re better at it than most." Her tone softened, though her words carried weight. "But even the best can’t hide everything forever."

"Is that supposed to scare me?" he asked, his voice as even as ever.

"No," she replied smoothly, her smirk returning. "It’s supposed to interest you. We might not see eye to eye, but we can help each other."

"I don’t need help."

"Oh, I think you do," she countered, leaning in just slightly. "You’ve got enemies watching you, Astron. And friends like Irina can only protect you for so long."

"Are you that different? If friends like Irina can only protect me for this long, how can you, someone with a similar rank, make it longer?"

Seraphina’s smirk widened, her silver eyes glinting with amusement. She tilted her head slightly, her long hair cascading like a curtain of frost. "That’s for you to find out after hearing me, isn’t it?" Her voice carried a teasing edge, as if she were enjoying a game only she understood.

Astron’s expression didn’t waver. "What if I don’t want to waste my time like this?" he asked, his tone calm but pointed.

"Waste time?" Seraphina placed a hand on her chest, feigning offense. "Now, that’s rather hurtful. You do realize there are people who would kill you if they heard you say that about me."

"People who’d try to kill me for something so trivial wouldn’t have the ability to do so," Astron replied flatly, his sharp purple eyes meeting hers without hesitation.

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For a moment, Seraphina blinked, then let out a soft laugh, her amusement genuine this time. "Heh… You’re bold, I’ll give you that." She leaned in slightly, her presence sharp yet strangely magnetic. "But boldness doesn’t change facts, does it?"

Her smirk returned as she continued, "Last time, I revealed my ability to see through strength, didn’t I? Threatened to expose what you’re hiding to the academy…" She let the words linger, watching his reaction closely. "And yet, here you are. You’ve come to terms with it, haven’t you?"

Astron remained silent, but his gaze sharpened. It wasn’t anger or frustration—it was something far more unnerving. His purple eyes seemed to pierce through her, studying her like a predator gauging its prey. The flicker of amusement in Seraphina’s expression faltered ever so slightly under his unyielding scrutiny.