Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 834

Selene’s smile deepened at my response, the faint glow of amusement dancing in her brown eyes. "Are you a wise person then?" she asked, her voice smooth, almost indulgent.

I didn’t answer immediately.

Instead, I met her gaze directly.

Silent.

Unwavering.

Cold.

"It is not that easy to find that out," I said finally, my tone steady, devoid of embellishment.

Selene’s expression didn’t waver, but I caught the small shifts—the way her pupils flickered slightly as she assessed me, the way her breathing remained measured, as if ensuring she was in complete control of every micro-expression. Her amusement hadn’t faded, but something beneath it had sharpened.

She was searching.

Looking for something in me.

Something she couldn’t quite place.

And I? I was watching her right back.

Selene was used to people reacting to her. That much was obvious. She was a master of control—of weaving tension and expectation into something tangible. But what happened when that control met something unmoving?

She was trying to feel me out.

Testing.

Calculating.

I knew that because I did the exact same thing.

My presence was low. Erased, even. I had refined it to the point where people often overlooked me, their gazes sliding past without truly registering my existence. It allowed me to observe without being observed.

But Selene wasn’t just anyone.

She was trained.

She noticed.

Her gaze lingered, her body perfectly still, as if she were trying to peel back a layer that wasn’t there.

I let the silence stretch.

Her brown eyes bore into mine.

And then—

She laughed.

Soft.

Melodic.

But real.

"Interesting," she murmured, more to herself than to me.

She hadn’t gotten what she wanted.

And that?

That intrigued her.

Intrigue.

A curious thing.

Attention from someone like Selene Thornheart wasn’t something one simply dismissed. It carried weight—an implication that she saw something worth noticing. That could be dangerous. Or beneficial.

The answer depended.

Would her interest work against my goals? Possibly. Possibly not.

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The moment I had accepted Lilia’s trade offer, it had already been set in motion. Walking in with her, aligning myself, however loosely, meant I would be noticed. And if Selene was truly as perceptive as I already knew her to be, she would have marked me regardless.

It didn’t matter that I wasn’t actively involved in their game before. The fact that I was here—standing at Lilia’s side, within her sphere of influence—meant Selene would have accounted for me in her calculations.

And if not Lilia?

Then Irina.

Selene had already seen the reports. She had already been looking. Even if I had kept my distance, her curiosity would have brought her to me eventually.

And if not Irina?

Then Adrian.

That one was inevitable. Selene had contacted him for a reason, and Adrian wasn’t subtle about his grudges. I wasn’t part of his world before, but now? Now, I was standing on a battlefield that he thought belonged to him.

One way or another, she would have come to me.

So, the choice wasn’t whether I avoided her attention.

It was whether I let her form her own conclusions—or if I guided her toward the conclusions I wanted her to have.

Control.

That was the key.

I met her gaze once more, watching the way she studied me, amusement still curling at the edges of her lips.

She thought she was peeling back layers.

But the trick was simple.

You let them think they were seeing through you—while showing them only what you wanted them to see.

I let the silence stretch again, just enough to keep her waiting, to let her anticipation build before I finally spoke.

"Interesting?" I echoed, my tone unreadable. "Is that your way of saying you haven’t figured me out yet?"

Her smile widened just a fraction, her brown eyes glinting with intrigue. "Oh, Astron," she murmured, tilting her head. "That would take more than a single conversation."

That was true—for her.

But not for me. After all.

’I had already figured you out.’

*****

Selene’s brown eyes lingered on Astron as the match continued in the background, but she barely registered it now. The excitement of the audience, the shifting dynamics of the fight—none of it held her interest anymore.

No, her focus was entirely on the young man before her.

’Strange.’