Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 859

"Can we have a talk?"

Maya’s eyebrows lifted slightly.

Talk?

She studied him, her expression unreadable, but inwardly, she was already analyzing the situation. Trevor Philips was not someone who casually sought her out. In fact, he usually kept his distance, never making unnecessary contact unless required. For him to come here—directly, deliberately—felt out of place.

"For what reason?"

Her words were measured, her tone laced with a quiet skepticism.

Trevor scratched the back of his neck, his stance shifting into something vaguely awkward. "It’s… a little bit private."

Private?

Maya’s eyes narrowed slightly.

"I don’t remember us having anything that we would need to talk about privately."

Her words came evenly, but the message was clear. There was no connection between them that warranted secrecy. No unfinished business. No ties.

Trevor, however, didn’t back down.

"It’s important," he said, not forceful, but insistent.

Maya didn’t answer immediately. She could feel the quiet hum of irritation brewing beneath her skin—not just her own, but her other self’s.

"I don’t like this guy."

A whisper. Sharp. Immediate.

Maya exhaled through her nose, eyes flickering slightly before she answered in her mind.

"Neither do I. But let’s hear him out."

Her other self scoffed but didn’t argue.

Maya turned back to Trevor, her posture still composed, still guarded.

"Fine," she said simply.

Trevor’s lips twitched—not quite a full smile, but something close.

"Thanks."

Maya didn’t acknowledge the gratitude. Instead, she stood, dusting off her uniform before tilting her head slightly.

"We’ll talk," she said, her tone making it clear that she was still keeping her distance. "But somewhere neutral."

Trevor nodded, seeming to expect that answer.

The two left the Elemental Chamber, stepping into the cool evening air. Maya kept her pace steady, relaxed—but her senses remained sharp.

There was a restaurant inside the academy, one designed for cadets who preferred something quieter than the usual cafeteria setting. It wasn’t particularly crowded at this hour, which made it a perfect location—public enough to prevent anything strange, private enough for conversation.

As they settled into their seats, Trevor glanced around the restaurant before turning his attention back to Maya.

"You come here often?"

Maya leaned back slightly in her chair, her posture relaxed but composed. "I do," she answered, keeping her tone neutral but not cold.

Despite keeping her guard up, she wasn’t about to make it obvious. Trevor was still a classmate, and she had no particular quarrel with him. There was no reason to treat him differently than she would anyone else.

Trevor nodded as if he had expected that answer. "Makes sense. This place has a quieter atmosphere. Not a lot of people, no unnecessary noise." His fingers idly traced the edge of the menu before setting it aside. "Feels like the kind of place you’d prefer."

Maya hummed in response.

Trevor tilted his head slightly. "You always come alone?"

"Sometimes," she admitted. "Depends on my mood."

Trevor let out a quiet chuckle. "Figures." He leaned back in his chair, looking around once more before returning his gaze to her. "You don’t seem like the type who enjoys too much noise around you."

Maya simply lifted a brow. "Is that supposed to mean something?"

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Maya didn’t react, letting the conversation flow naturally. Trevor, for the most part, was doing most of the talking—not in a way that was overwhelming, but rather like someone who didn’t mind filling the space between words.

"You always give off this impression, you know?" Trevor continued, tilting his head slightly.

Maya didn’t respond immediately. It wasn’t the first time someone had pointed that out, and it wouldn’t be the last.

"I don’t think that’s a bad thing," he added quickly, almost as if clarifying. "Just different."

Maya met his gaze, searching for something in his expression, but Trevor remained unreadable—calm, casual, but with a certain weight behind his words.

She wasn’t sure she liked that.

"Different from what?" she asked.