Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 822

’You really have not changed.’

Eleanor’s eyes narrowed slightly as she reread the message, her lips pressing into a thin line. It was just like the Matriarch to interfere in such a subtle but deliberate way. Irina’s position as the heir to the Emberheart family carried with it expectations and obligations, and Astron—enigmatic and unorthodox as he was—was clearly viewed as a potential variable worth scrutinizing.

’Astron Natusalune,’ she thought, leaning back in her chair. It wasn’t surprising that he had drawn the Matriarch’s attention.

His unique demeanor, his hidden strength, and the way he often avoided the spotlight made him an anomaly even among the exceptional cadets of HA25.

And Irina… Irina’s fiery determination and strong-willed nature were unmistakable, but Eleanor had also noticed her recent interactions with Astron. Their dynamic, though not overtly close, carried a subtle charge that might warrant the Matriarch’s concern—or interest.

’But at the same time….’

Eleanor leaned back in her chair, her sharp eyes lingering on the faint glow of her smartwatch’s screen. The message from Esme wasn’t just a request; it was layered with subtext, a veiled warning wrapped in the guise of formality. Her lips pressed into a thin line as her thoughts raced.

She knew all too well how people like the Matriarch operated. The Emberheart family didn’t issue direct requests unless it suited their purpose, and they certainly didn’t involve outsiders in matters they deemed insignificant. If this were a normal occasion, they would have dealt with Astron quietly, without the academy ever catching wind of it.

That this message had even reached her desk was telling.

’This isn’t just oversight,’ Eleanor thought, her sharp gaze narrowing. The Matriarch had acknowledged Astron Natusalune—enough to involve her directly. The underlying implication of the message became clear as she dissected it further.

’This cadet now holds my family’s interest,’ Eleanor mused, imagining the Matriarch’s voice in her mind. ’Make sure to treat him well.’

Eleanor’s lips curled into a faint smile. "Interesting," she murmured. Gaining the attention of the Emberheart family—let alone the approval of its Matriarch—was no small feat. If Astron had managed that, it spoke volumes about his strength and potential. The Matriarch didn’t waste her time on cadets who weren’t worth her attention.

But somehow…

Eleanor’s smile faded slightly as another thought surfaced, one that nagged at the edges of her mind. This wasn’t entirely about Astron’s benefit. She knew how the powerful played their games, and this felt like more than a mere endorsement.

’If they truly cared about him and his interests,’ she thought, her mind racing, ’they would have helped him hide his strength better. They would have ensured that even someone like me couldn’t see through him.’

And yet, Astron remained an open secret, his potential visible enough to draw Eleanor’s attention and now the Matriarch’s intervention. It was deliberate—too deliberate.

’The Matriarch has other intentions,’ Eleanor concluded. Whether it was to test Astron, to manipulate him, or to simply observe how he navigated the challenges ahead, she couldn’t be certain. But one thing was clear: Astron wasn’t just a cadet in this equation—he was a piece on the board, and the Matriarch had just made her first move.

Eleanor tapped her fingers lightly on the desk, her sharp mind processing the implications. She wasn’t one to shy away from complex games like this; in fact, she relished them. But this added another layer to her role as an instructor—and as a mentor to Astron.

"In any case…" she murmured, her gaze drifting back to the message, "this will be an opportunity to see just how far you can go, Astron Natusalune."

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<Emberheart Estate, Matriarch’s Chambers>

The room was quiet, the faint crackle of the fireplace casting a warm glow across the elegant furnishings. The Matriarch of the Emberheart family sat near the window, her figure silhouetted against the moonlight streaming in. In her hand, a crystal glass of deep crimson wine swirled lazily as she lifted it to her lips, savoring the sharp, velvety taste.

Her amber eyes reflected in the glassy surface of the window, watching the faint outlines of her sprawling estate. A faint smile played on her lips, one that held no warmth—only an icy amusement.

"Now," she murmured, her voice soft and edged with quiet menace. "Let’s see how you will hide your strength, Astron Natusalune."

She raised the glass to her lips once more, taking a slow sip as her eyes lingered on the reflection.

Behind her, Esme stood in the shadows, her posture composed but her gaze flickering with silent concern. "Matriarch," she began cautiously, her voice quiet but firm, "was this necessary?"

The Matriarch’s smile didn’t falter, though her gaze shifted slightly in the reflection, capturing Esme’s form behind her. Her tone turned sharp, cutting through the stillness like a blade. "Since when have you started questioning what I do, Esme?"

Esme’s lips pressed into a thin line, and she lowered her head respectfully. "I would never question your decisions, Matriarch," she said softly, though her thoughts churned beneath the surface.