Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 915

Chapter 915 211.1 - Politics

Trevor sat in his dimly lit room, his back pressed against the cool leather of his chair. The curtains were drawn, allowing only the faintest slivers of sunlight to filter through. The holo-projector flickered before him, casting the imposing figure of his father into the room.

Trevor had skipped today's lectures. Not because he was avoiding anyone—not because of yesterday. He told himself that wasn't the reason. This was more important. This was real power.

And from the way his father's smirk curled at the edges of his lips, it was obvious.

The Philips family had won.

"Well done, Trevor," his father's voice came through the transmission, smooth, pleased, like a general surveying the battlefield after a successful purge. "Your actions worked."

Trevor exhaled slowly, keeping his expression neutral despite the growing satisfaction curling in his chest.

"They were sloppy," his father continued, arms crossed over his broad chest. "Too comfortable. Too reliant on their own importance. The Hartley Guild has been a thorn in our side for years, but now?" He leaned forward slightly, his dark eyes glinting. "Now, they're bleeding."

Trevor's fingers tapped against the armrest. "Twelve dungeons, all hit in a single night," he murmured, repeating the report he had received earlier. "Three of their high-ranking members are gone."

Marin Kont. Royce Grant. Valencia Marlowe.

Trevor wasn't a fool. He knew who those people were. They weren't just assets—they were pillars.

And now, they were corpses.

With Kaya Hartley occupied at the academy, it had been so much easier. She was the real force behind the Hartley Guild's operations. With her out of the picture, their coordination was sluggish, vulnerable.

And vulnerability meant opportunity.

"Azure Crest was targeted too," Trevor muttered, shifting in his seat. "Seems like the attacks weren't exclusive to the Hartleys."

His father's smirk didn't falter. "Of course. You think I'd be content just clipping one guild's wings?" He exhaled, tilting his head slightly. "Azure Crest is weaker, but their alliances make them dangerous. Wiping out one of their elite teams sends a message. They'll hesitate before making any more moves."

Trevor absorbed that in silence. He had expected a major operation but hearing the full extent of the chaos they had unleashed…

It was perfect.

"The capital is in disarray." His father leaned back, looking entirely at ease despite the bloodbath he had orchestrated. "The Hartleys are scrambling, losing ground. Olympus Vanguard is getting nervous. If we push just a little more, they'll be forced to pull back entirely."

Trevor let his lips curl into a small smirk.

"And Kaya?"

His father chuckled.

Trevor watched as his father's smirk widened, the satisfaction practically dripping from his expression.

"You did well bringing her to the academy," his father said smoothly, his voice filled with undisguised approval. "Kaya Hartley joined the mentorship program, just as planned. And while she was playing teacher, we tore her family's foundation apart."

Trevor exhaled, his grip tightening slightly on the armrest of his chair.

"We already had knowledge of her schedule," his father continued, completely at ease, as if discussing business strategies rather than a calculated act of destruction. "We knew exactly when she would be within the academy's walls. And the moment she was locked in, we made our move."

Trevor nodded slightly. It had been the perfect execution.

Kaya Hartley, one of the most dangerous individuals within her guild, had been neutralized without a single battle.

Not killed. Not injured. But made useless.

Instead of defending her guild, instead of leading counterattacks, she had been left watching helplessly from the sidelines, stuck within the academy while her family bled.

"And the chaos within the academy," his father added, tilting his head slightly, "was a brilliant touch."

Trevor smirked. "The fight between Emma and Ethan, plus the tension between the first and second years—it kept the faculty occupied. No time for them to interfere with what was happening outside."

His father chuckled, resting a hand under his chin. "It's beautiful, isn't it? A well-placed distraction is far more effective than brute force. Make them look left while you strike from the right. And you, my son, have done that well."

Trevor sat back, nodding slightly at the praise.

But then—his expression shifted.

The smirk faded. His jaw tightened. His fingers stilled against the armrest.

His father's eyes sharpened immediately.

"Something wrong?"

Trevor exhaled slowly before answering. "Yes."

His father studied him for a moment before leaning forward slightly. "Go on."

Trevor's eyes darkened. "There's someone I want to make disappear."

A moment of silence.