Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 806

Sylvie sat at her desk, her fingers loosely gripping her pen as she stared blankly at her notebook. The lively chatter around her faded into background noise, her attention riveted to the scene unfolding across the classroom. Her chest tightened as her gaze flicked between Irina and Astron, her mind replaying the events she’d just witnessed.

The pictures. The headlines. The way Irina seemed so composed, so confident when faced with the teasing from her classmates. Everything about her demeanor suggested one thing—something Sylvie wasn’t ready to accept.

She really is… Sylvie’s thoughts trailed off, the rest of the sentence too painful to finish. The words felt heavy, like they carried a truth she wasn’t prepared to confront. Her grip on the pen tightened as her mind spiraled. She really is close to him.

The way Irina had handled Julia’s relentless teasing with such ease, her confidence in admitting she had nothing to hide—it all pointed to a connection Sylvie couldn’t deny. And Astron… His calm, steady demeanor never faltered, even in the face of Julia’s probing. He never offered any denial, any clarification. He didn’t need to. The silence spoke volumes.

Sylvie swallowed hard, her chest aching with a mixture of emotions she couldn’t name. She wanted to look away, to focus on anything else, but her gaze kept drifting back to them. Why does this bother me so much? she wondered, but the answer was already there, simmering beneath the surface.

Jasmine’s voice broke through her spiraling thoughts, soft but insistent. "Hey, Sylvie," she said, leaning closer. "You’ve been quiet. What’s on your mind?"

Sylvie blinked, startled, and quickly shook her head. "Nothing," she murmured, her voice barely audible.

Jasmine frowned, her blue eyes narrowing slightly as she studied her friend. "Come on, Sylvie. I know you. You’re thinking about it, aren’t you? The pictures. All this Irina and Astron stuff."

Sylvie hesitated, her fingers curling tightly around her pen. "It’s… not a big deal," she said, though her voice lacked conviction.

Jasmine sighed, leaning back slightly in her chair. "You don’t have to lie, you know. I saw the pictures too. Everyone has. And yeah, it looks a certain way, but that doesn’t mean it’s the whole story."

Sylvie didn’t respond, her thoughts too tangled to form coherent words. Jasmine’s attempt at reassurance felt hollow, even if she meant well. The pictures, the way Irina acted, the way Astron didn’t deny anything—it all felt too real, too impossible to dismiss.

Jasmine leaned closer again, her voice softer this time. "Sylvie, seriously. I don’t think it’s what you’re imagining. Astron… He’s not the type to get involved with people like that. You know that."

Sylvie nodded faintly, but her mind wasn’t convinced. Then why does Irina act like this? Why does it feel like there’s something there? The questions clawed at her, refusing to let go.

Jasmine hesitated before continuing. "Look, maybe they’re just…. You know how it works—sometimes people work together for the sake of strategy. It doesn’t mean there’s anything more to it."

Sylvie forced a small smile, though it didn’t reach her eyes. "Maybe," she said quietly, her tone lacking any real conviction.

Jasmine sighed, her expression softening. "Sylvie, you don’t have to figure it all out right now. Just… don’t let this get to you, okay? It might not be as bad as you think."

Sylvie nodded again, her grip loosening on the pen as she tried to focus on Jasmine’s words. But no matter how much she tried, the storm of emotions inside her wouldn’t settle. Her gaze flickered back to Astron, who sat calmly at his desk, his focus entirely on his tablet. He was the same as always—unshakable, unreadable.

And Irina… Irina’s confidence, her composure, only made it harder to ignore the truth staring Sylvie in the face.

She really is…

Sylvie clenched her fists, the ache in her chest growing. It wasn’t jealousy—at least, that’s what she told herself. But whatever it was, it refused to let her rest.

Jasmine leaned closer, her tone shifting to something sharper, more resolute. "Sylvie, even if that is the case—so what?"

Sylvie blinked, her chest tightening at the bluntness of Jasmine’s words. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

Jasmine crossed her arms, her blue eyes narrowing with determination. "I mean, if you want something, go and take it. Why should you just sit here and concede? Why should you let someone else have it without even trying?"

Sylvie’s breath caught, her thoughts spiraling as Jasmine’s words sank in. "It’s not that simple," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Why not?" Jasmine countered, her voice unwavering. "You’re overthinking this, Sylvie. You’re acting like you’ve already lost, but you haven’t even tried. If you care about him—if you want to stand by his side—then do something about it."

Sylvie clenched her fists, her gaze dropping to her lap. "It’s not just about me," she said, her voice trembling. "There’s so much more to it. And what if… what if he doesn’t feel the same way?"

Jasmine let out a sharp sigh, leaning back in her chair as she studied her friend. "Then at least you’ll know," she said firmly. "But sitting here, torturing yourself over what might be—that’s not helping anyone. Least of all you."

Sylvie’s chest ached as her thoughts twisted and turned, Jasmine’s words cutting through her like a blade. If you want something, go and take it. The idea felt impossible—reckless, even—but a small part of her couldn’t ignore the truth in it.

Why am I so afraid? Why do I feel like I don’t have the right to try?