Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 923

Chapter 923 212.6 - Shifting Pillars

"You seem awfully fine for a group that was 'attacked,'" she said, her voice flat. "Meanwhile, the so-called 'aggressor' is sitting here badly injured."

Melanie's eyes narrowed.

For a fraction of a second, just long enough for Ethan to catch, her mask cracked.

She covered it quickly, but he saw it.

Eleanor had just struck a nerve.

Melanie scoffed, crossing her arms. "He brought that on himself," she said, the act of 'hurt senior' starting to slip into something sharper.

Ethan let out a slow, steady breath.

'She's slipping.'

Just a little.

But it wasn't enough.

Because no matter what, the footage was still in her favor.

And unless Eleanor had something stronger to work with, unless Ethan had something to prove his side—

The door to the office swung open.

Everyone turned.

A new figure stepped inside, their presence immediate.

An instructor.

But not just any instructor.

Professor Grayson.

The office door swung open with a measured force, the subtle creak of the hinges breaking the tense silence. Ethan's gaze flicked to the entrance, his muscles tightening instinctively.

Professor Grayson strode inside, his presence commanding immediate attention. He wasn't an especially large man, but the way he carried himself made up for it—his stride was purposeful, his expression calm but unreadable. A man who knew his influence and wasn't afraid to wield it.

His sharp, slate-gray eyes swept across the room, landing on Eleanor first. His lips curled into something akin to a polite smile, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. Then, his gaze shifted, flicking between Ethan, Melanie, and the two sophomores standing rigid at her side.

Eleanor's expression barely changed, but Ethan noticed the way her eyes narrowed ever so slightly. A subtle shift in her posture, a faint tension in her shoulders.

That alone told him everything.

She wasn't pleased.

And the reason was obvious.

Professor Grayson wasn't just any instructor. He was well-connected—particularly to the Vargras Family, one of the most politically influential families in the academy's network. The same family that Melanie had ties to.

His arrival wasn't a coincidence.

It was calculated.

"Apologies for the intrusion," Grayson said smoothly, stepping inside fully and closing the door behind him. His voice was calm, but there was a weight behind it—an authority that implied he wasn't just here to observe. "I was informed that there was a... disciplinary issue involving one of my students."

His gaze landed on Melanie, who, for the first time since this whole thing started, dropped her act completely.

Instead, she smiled.

A real, smug smile.

'Of course,' Ethan thought bitterly.

Melanie had been confident because she had been expecting this.

Eleanor leaned back slightly in her chair, her sharp golden eyes flicking toward Grayson. "This is an internal matter. Was there a reason you felt the need to get involved?"

Grayson tilted his head slightly, as if feigning confusion. "A reason? Eleanor, please. One of my students was involved in a violent attack. I believe that is reason enough."

Ethan clenched his jaw.

There it was.

The narrative being cemented before he could even properly fight back.

Melanie sat back in her chair, completely relaxed now, her arms draping over the armrests as if she owned the room. The two sophomore lackeys by her side were less composed, but they no longer looked wary.

They had backup.

Powerful backup.

And Ethan?

He was rapidly losing ground.