Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 813

"This was not the performance I expected."

The faint echo of her words hung in the silent chamber, drawing glances from the rest of the team. Jasmine frowned slightly, but she didn’t say anything, her exhaustion outweighing her curiosity. Sylvie looked up, her green eyes flickering with a mix of concern and weariness. Layla was too drained to respond, still catching her breath where she had collapsed.

Astron remained silent, his sharp purple eyes observing Irina without a hint of judgment. His calm, composed demeanor contrasted with the tension still radiating from her.

Before anyone could say more, the mechanical hum of the dungeon’s mana system faded entirely, and the chamber doors creaked open with a low rumble. A group of instructors, clad in dark uniforms bearing the academy’s emblem, entered the room with measured steps. At their head was Professor Darius Kain, his tall frame and sharp gray eyes commanding immediate attention.

"Well done," Kain said, his deep voice resonating through the space as he approached the team. His gaze swept over them, lingering briefly on Layla, who was still kneeling on the ground, and Irina, whose fiery aura had dimmed but not disappeared. "Your performance was commendable."

Irina blinked, her fiery gaze snapping to him. "Commendable?" she repeated, her voice carrying an edge of disbelief. "Professor, with all due respect, this wasn’t anywhere near what we’re capable of. There were cracks in our formation, and—"

Kain shook his head, his sharp gray eyes narrowing slightly. He turned without another word, his dark uniform swaying as he strode toward the exit. The other instructors followed suit, leaving the team alone in the silent chamber, the heavy door closing behind them with a resounding thud.

The team exchanged uncertain glances, the weight of the professor’s cryptic words lingering in the air. Layla sank back onto the ground, her shield resting beside her as she caught her breath. Jasmine leaned against a wall, her expression a mixture of confusion and exhaustion. Sylvie remained silent, her green eyes flickering with unspoken questions.

Irina’s fiery gaze was fixed on the now-closed door, her lips pressed into a thin line. "What was that supposed to mean?" she muttered, more to herself than anyone else.

When no one responded, she turned her head toward Astron. Her fiery yellow eyes immediately caught the calm, composed expression on his face. He stood as still as ever, his sharp purple eyes observing the room with an unbothered air. It was as if Kain’s words hadn’t surprised him in the slightest.

"You…" Irina said, her voice trailing off before narrowing her eyes.

Astron tilted his head slightly, his expression unreadable. "I know what he meant. If you want to ask that."

Irina’s gaze sharpened, her fiery hair swaying slightly as she crossed her arms. "And you didn’t think to share that with the rest of us?"

"Why would I? You’ll figure it out eventually."

"Eventually?" Irina’s voice carried a note of irritation, though there was an underlying curiosity. She stepped closer, her fiery presence flaring ever so slightly. "Don’t act like you’re above explaining things, Astron. If you know something, just say it."

Astron raised an eyebrow, his calm demeanor unshaken. "It’s not about being above anything, Irina. It’s about letting the lesson settle. If Kain wanted to explain it to you, he would have. My saying it now won’t make it click any faster."

"What is this logic? Professor Kain is someone who is outside of our group, while you are not. He might want to teach us, but-"

"What if I want the same thing?"

"What if I want the same thing?" Astron interrupted, his voice calm but carrying a weight that made Irina pause mid-sentence.

She blinked, her fiery yellow eyes narrowing as she processed his words. "You? Want to teach us something?" she scoffed, though the uncertainty in her tone betrayed her bravado. "You’re not exactly the mentoring type, Astron."

Astron tilted his head slightly, his sharp purple eyes glinting with subtle amusement. "And you’re not exactly the listening type, Irina. Yet here we are."

"What do you mean I’m not the listening type?" Irina snapped, her fiery yellow eyes narrowing. She crossed her arms and tilted her head defiantly. "Are you saying I can’t just shut up when I need to? Do you think I’m someone who needs to… shut up?"

Astron shook his head slowly, his expression as calm as ever. "If I were looking for someone quiet, well…"

Irina arched an eyebrow, her fiery presence flaring slightly. "Good that I’m not quiet, then."

Astron’s faint smirk returned, his sharp purple eyes glinting with amusement. "Good for you," he said evenly, "but not good for everyone else."

"Bastard," Irina muttered, her tone somewhere between exasperation and grudging amusement. "Shut up."

"You first."