Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 930

Irina sat on a bench near the academy’s training field, arms crossed, her golden eyes locked on the dimly lit pathways ahead. The night air was cool, crisp against her skin, but the restlessness inside her burned hotter than any chill could touch.

She was waiting.

Astron would be here soon.

But until then, her thoughts refused to stay still.

Ethan’s words from earlier kept replaying in her head.

Leontius Vargras.

Melanie.

Grayson.

The Hawkins.

The Frostbornes.

Everything was spinning out of control.

And no matter how much she thought about it, no matter how many angles she tried to piece together, she couldn’t find a clear way forward.

The Vargras family was moving.

The Hawkins family was already involved.

And now, the Frostbornes had aligned with them.

Irina clicked her tongue, frustration building in her chest.

What the hell was their endgame?

How far did this go?

She knew academy politics could get messy, but this wasn’t just about power struggles between students anymore. This wasn’t just about rivalries or influence—this had the makings of something much bigger.

The Vargras family had already lost their position in Central’s Pentagon Alliance.

So why were they trying to make a move now?

Irina gritted her teeth.

Ethan’s family—the Hartleys— had been dealing with pressure outside the academy for months now. Could it really be connected?

Was the academy becoming an extension of that fight?

Her fingers tapped against her gauntlet absentmindedly, small flickers of embers dancing along the metal surface.

She hated this feeling.

Irina exhaled sharply, eyes narrowing at the empty path ahead.

Something was brewing.

Something big.

And it wasn’t good.

She could feel it creeping beneath the surface, the way things were shifting—subtle, but undeniable. The academy was always full of power plays and backroom deals, but this was different. It was bleeding beyond simple politics, stretching its roots into something bigger, deeper, more dangerous.

And she hated it.

She hated how it was disrupting everything.

For the first time in a while, she had actually been… content.

She had spent time with Astron, settled into a rhythm that felt right. No schemes, no manipulations, no constantly watching her back for the next move. Just… normalcy.

Now?

Now that peace was threatened.

It was annoying.

She clicked her tongue, scowling at nothing in particular.

Just as she was about to shift her thoughts, something covered her eyes.

Warm hands. Firm, steady.

She didn’t move.

Normally, she would have reacted immediately, breaking free on instinct—because who the hell would dare to sneak up on her?

But this…

This was different.

Because there was only one person who could slip past her senses like this.

She sighed. "What are you doing?"

A familiar voice answered, calm and unreadable. "Isn’t this what other people do?"

She blinked.

"…What?"

Astron didn’t move his hands. "The game where people cover someone’s eyes and guess who it is."

Irina scoffed, but there was a small twitch of amusement at the corner of her lips. "Astron. You’re the only person who could do this. Who else would it be?"

He paused, as if actually thinking about it.

Then, after a second, he lowered his hands. "I see."