Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 912

Chapter 912 209.2 - Caught ?

It had been weeks since the pictures were leaked.

Weeks since Seraphina had expected Irina to crumble.

And yet, not only had she not crumbled—she thrived.

Seraphina had been forced to watch from a distance, unable to push any further. Their schedules had kept them apart—group trainings, practical combat sessions, and specialized courses for top-ranking students. Unlike before, where she could play these games at her leisure, real academy duties were beginning to take precedence.

It was infuriating.

She wasn't one to let things sit for too long, especially when they didn't go her way. And now, after weeks, she finally found her moment.

It was after a long day of practical training, the academy grounds glowing in the dim light of an approaching evening. Most students were either finishing up their exercises or heading back to their dorms. Seraphina, however, had stayed behind, letting the others filter out first.

And that was when she spotted her.

Irina Emberheart, alone, finishing up some post-training cooldown exercises near the academy's sparring fields.

Seraphina's lips curled into a smirk. Perfect.

She strode forward, purposefully, letting her presence be known before speaking. "You must be tired."

Irina didn't even flinch, her crimson eyes cutting toward Seraphina as she rolled her shoulder. "What do you want, Frostborne?"

Seraphina let out a soft laugh. "So hostile. Shouldn't old classmates be more welcoming after not seeing each other for weeks?"

Irina gave her a flat look. "Classmates, sure. Friends? No."

Seraphina smirked. "Pity." She took a step closer, her silver eyes gleaming. "I was actually wondering… how things have been going for you and him."

Irina's posture stiffened, but only for a fraction of a second. A lesser observer wouldn't have noticed it, but Seraphina did.

'Oh?'

"Why do you care?" Irina asked, crossing her arms, her tone clipped.

Seraphina tilted her head. "Curiosity, of course. You two have become quite the sensation around campus, after all. People are still talking."

Irina scoffed. "Let them talk."

Seraphina chuckled, feigning amusement. "I suppose you don't care if certain things are revealed, then?"

The air around them shifted.

Irina's amber eyes narrowed, and a faint pulse of mana rippled through the space between them. It wasn't an outright challenge—not yet—but it was a warning.

Seraphina's smirk didn't waver. If anything, she looked amused by the reaction.

"You shouldn't overstep your boundaries, Seraphina," Irina said, her voice calm, but dangerously firm.

Seraphina clicked her tongue. "Oh? And what boundaries would those be?"

Irina took a step closer, the fiery aura around her undeniable now. "The kind that won't end in your favor."

For a moment, there was silence—a tense, crackling energy between them.

Then, Seraphina let out a slow, deliberate exhale, as if releasing whatever tension had built up within her. "I see." She stepped back, her silver eyes glinting in amusement.

"No need to be so dramatic, Emberheart," she said smoothly. "I was simply reminiscing. After all, some things are prohibited in the academy, aren't they?"

Irina's fist clenched at that, and Seraphina relished the small moment of control.

But then—Irina smirked.

Seraphina's eyes flickered in confusion.

Irina leaned in slightly, lowering her voice just enough to make the words sink in deeper. "You're desperate."

Seraphina's smirk faltered.

Irina's smirk widened, but there was no warmth in it.

Because she knew.

She had known since the beginning.

The moment the pictures of her and Astron had been leaked, she had gone straight into damage control. Not just to control the rumors, not just to minimize the chaos—

But to find out who dared to touch their family's name.

And it hadn't taken long.

She had traced the leak to a small media agency—one that had no history of breaking high-profile stories like this, no connections deep enough to even dare making a move on the Emberheart family's business.

Which meant—

Someone fed them the story.

Someone pushed them to publish it.

And when Esme and others got involved, the situation had been handled instantly—the agency contacted, the executives forced to scrap every trace of the news. The head of the agency had been discarded, made into an example without hesitation.

Yet when Irina looked deeper, she saw something even more interesting.