Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 825

’He’s not normal.’

She had dug into his background, pulling every string and tapping into every source she could think of. Yet every investigation came back the same: nothing. No detailed history, no noteworthy lineage, no significant ties to powerful families or organizations. It was as if he had appeared out of nowhere, a blank slate that defied her ability to pin him down.

It made no sense. Someone with his level of talent—his precision in archery, his mastery over mana, his sharp mind—shouldn’t be a nobody. But that’s exactly what he seemed to be, at least on paper.

The lack of information only made her more curious, more determined to figure him out. freewёbnoνel.com

And yet, for all the enigma surrounding him, there was one thing Lilia was certain of: Astron was talented. Exceptionally so. She had seen it firsthand, whether it was his flawless execution during club drills or his sharp insights into strategy. He had the kind of potential that was impossible to ignore.

’Which is why I wanted him under me in the first place,’ she thought, her steps slowing as the Archery Club building came into view. But now, with Irina involved, things were far more complicated. Irina’s presence wasn’t just a shield for Astron—it was a declaration. Whatever he had done to earn her trust, it had solidified his position beyond Lilia’s reach.

’For now,’ Lilia reminded herself, her jaw tightening slightly. She wasn’t one to give up easily, and she certainly wasn’t going to let Irina’s involvement deter her. If anything, it only made her more curious about Astron.

What had he done to gain Irina’s trust? And, more importantly, was he truly deserving of it?

Lilia’s gaze sharpened as she reached the doors to the Archery Club, her hand pausing on the handle. There was more to Astron than met the eye—of that, she was certain. And while she didn’t have the answers yet, she was confident she would find them eventually.

’One way or another,’ she thought, stepping inside with her usual composed air. ’I’ll figure you out, Astron.’

Lilia’s thoughts came to an abrupt halt as she finally reached the Archery Club training grounds. Her crimson eyes blinked, momentarily adjusting to the sight before her.

The grounds had undergone a dramatic transformation.

What had once been a somewhat utilitarian space, functional but uninspiring, was now sleek and polished. The entire area gleamed with a newness that seemed to reflect the academy’s recent structural overhauls. Rows of pristine targets lined the far end of the range, their surfaces freshly painted, while the reinforced platforms beneath the cadets’ feet seemed designed to withstand even the most forceful of mana-infused shots.

The vending machines, previously limited to a few scattered, outdated units, had multiplied. Shiny, modern machines stood strategically placed along the edges of the training grounds, offering a variety of refreshments and snacks. Even a small canteen had been added near the entrance, its tables and chairs neatly arranged under a sleek awning. The faint aroma of freshly brewed coffee and pastries wafted through the air, mingling with the crispness of the morning breeze.

Lilia’s gaze swept across the area, taking in the improvements.

’They’ve certainly been busy,’ she thought, the faintest flicker of approval crossing her features. The changes weren’t just cosmetic—they reflected a deeper investment in the cadets’ experience, something she could respect. After all, the Archery Club was more than just a gathering place; it was a proving ground for those who sought excellence in a discipline that demanded precision, patience, and control.

As she walked further inside, she noticed a few cadets already warming up at the targets. Some were stretching, others testing their bows with quiet focus. The faint hum of conversation and the rhythmic sound of arrows slicing through the air filled the space, creating an atmosphere of quiet determination.

Her attention flicked briefly to a group of juniors huddled near one of the vending machines, their excited chatter barely audible over the ambient noise.

"Look at this place," one of them said, gesturing toward the new canteen. "It’s like they’re preparing us for a real tournament or something."

"Maybe they are," another replied. "I heard there’s talk of some interclub competitions later this semester."

The mention of competitions piqued Lilia’s interest, but she didn’t pause to listen further. Instead, she continued toward the center of the grounds, her steps confident and unhurried. Her presence, as always, drew the attention of those around her. Conversations dimmed momentarily, heads turned, and more than one cadet paused mid-action to watch her pass.