Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 418

Chapter 418 95.3 - I am here

She hadn't thought about this until now, but there was a certain feeling she had about this Junior of hers.

As she continued to drink, her thoughts began to wander. Junior's skin was pale, even paler than hers, almost like porcelain. His blood, though different from most people, had a strange, almost enchanting taste that she couldn't quite place. It was somehow richer, more potent, and it made her feel stronger, more alive.

It was rich with mana. Though she hated to admit that she was like a beast, she knew the reason why his blood tasted this good was its potent mana quality that no other human possessed. That was the reason why its smell was a lot better compared to others as well.

His body was also tender, not overly muscular, but his muscles held a strange, almost ethereal quality stemming from its mana absorption, most likely.

And his mana was also different. Being the person who had taught him how to move his mana by pushing her own mana into his body, she inwardly knew that something about his mana and body was inherently different.

For a while, she had been thinking about it, trying to understand what made him so different. There was a possibility, a growing suspicion in her mind, that her Junior was not a normal human and might be something different.

'Why is his blood so unique?' she pondered as she fed, her mind racing with questions. 'Why does he always seem so calm, so understanding, even in the face of danger?'

She remembered the countless times he had been there for her, his steady presence a constant source of comfort. She thought about his uncanny ability to remain unflustered, his knowledge that seemed to surpass that of his peers.

It was as if he had seen and experienced things far beyond the scope of a typical student.

Her mind flashed back to moments when he had demonstrated abilities that defied explanation, moments when he had seemed almost supernatural. The way he moved, the way he sensed things before they happened, it all pointed to something more than human.

There was more to Junior than met the eye. Maya recalled subtle hints about the way he would sometimes hold back in training, hiding his true strength. The way he would deflect questions about his past or his origins.

'What is he hiding?' she wondered, her thoughts drifting as she continued to drink his blood. 'Is he scared of something? Trying to hide from someone? What is his goal?'

Junior had always been a mystery, and the more she thought about it, the more questions surfaced. Was he like her, someone who had been changed into something more than human? Or was he something entirely different, something ancient and powerful, hiding in plain sight?

'Why does he hide his strength?' she mused. 'What is he afraid of?' ƒгeewёbnovel.com

Is it because of his very being? Is he an existence that would be an enemy of humans? Why?

'Is it because of the demons? Why do you reek the blood of demons on your body even now? Have you been hunting them? If that is the case, why? Why are you risking yourself? The answer relied on demons. That was what she could be sure about. After all, she still vividly remembered how he brutally killed that vampire. Even though her memories were filled with blanks, she knew the hatred-filled intent oozing from him.

It was not something a normal human could possess.

'What are you, Junior?' she wondered, her fangs still embedded in his flesh, drawing the lifeblood that sustained her. 'Are you like me? Or are you something entirely different?'

It was not something a normal human could possess.

'What are you, Junior?' she wondered, her fangs still embedded in his flesh, drawing the lifeblood that sustained her. 'Are you like me? Or are you something entirely different?'

She felt his cold hand gently stroking her back, his touch both soothing and grounding. Despite the questions and doubts swirling in her mind, his presence was a comfort, a reminder that she was not alone in this struggle.

Slowly, she pulled back, her lips stained with his blood. Her crimson eyes met his pale gaze, and for a moment, the world seemed to stand still. She saw the understanding in his eyes, the acceptance, and it filled her with a sense of peace she had not known in a long time.

"I'm sorry," she whispered again, this time more clearly, her voice tinged with sorrow and gratitude.

"It's okay, Senior," he replied softly, his voice steady and reassuring. "You did well."

As she looked into his eyes, she realized that whatever he was, whatever secrets he held, he was still her Junior. The one who had always been there for her, the one who had never judged her, and the one who had given her hope when she had none.

And that was enough for now. She would find out the truth in time, but for now, she would trust him, as he had always trusted her.

RUSTLE!

Suddenly, she sensed a movement from their side. Maya flinched, turning her head sharply to the side. There, she saw the two girls they had forgotten about starting to wake up.

'Did they see it?' Her eyes widened in surprise, and her face turned crimson. In the intensity of the moment with Junior, she had completely forgotten their surroundings, lost in their emotional and physical bond.

She turned to look at him only to see his calm eyes.

'Right. He is not that clumsy. There is no way he would overlook such a thing.'

She thought after seeing that.

Not wanting to show any weakness or any signs of her vampiric form, Maya focused on controlling her bestial instincts. With her urges calmed, she managed to suppress her vampiric features and return to her normal appearance. She gave Junior one final look, then quickly backed away like a startled rabbit.

In his eyes, she saw the silent communication, the unspoken understanding. He was trying to hide his identity, and she knew what she had to do.

'This is at least what I am supposed to do.'

As the steam cleared, Irina's eyes were fixed on Maya, filled with confusion and the remnants of defensive aggression. Recognizing the need to reassure Irina just as she had Seraphina, Maya repeated the calming words she had used before.

"Irina, you're safe now," Maya said gently, keeping her tone soothing and her posture non-threatening. "There's no need to fight. I'm here to help."

However, something was different this time.

The eyes were locked on Maya. They were supposed to be calmed after sensing her presence, just like Seraphina's.

After all, even though she didn't like to brag about it, Maya was well aware of her reputation, and she knew that people knew about her in the academy.

Thus, there was no way Irina wouldn't have recognized her by now.

Maya expected Irina to calm down as Seraphina had, recognizing her as a senior and a protector within the academy. Her reputation generally preceded her, and she was accustomed to a certain level of respect and recognition from the student body. Thus, she anticipated that Irina, once aware of who was aiding them, would relax.

However, the expected calm did not come. Instead, Irina's eyes remained locked on Maya, glaring daggers at her as if something was deeply wrong.

'What now? Why is she looking at me like that?'

This feeling wasn't foreign, and neither was this glare. She had gotten such types of glares from other girls before. But right now, she was not sharp enough to make the connection.

'Urghk….'

This reaction created an awkward and tense atmosphere, contrary to the usual responses Maya received.

"Is there something wrong?" Maya asked, her voice tinged with concern and a hint of confusion. She took a tentative step forward, trying to bridge the gap between them, hoping to soothe any fears or misunderstandings.

Irina, however, did not respond with words. Her glare intensified, and her body language remained defensive. As Maya approached to see if Irina was injured or needed further assistance, Irina abruptly waved her hand, signaling for Maya to stop.

"Don't approach," Irina said sharply, her tone leaving no room for argument. "I can handle myself." Her words were firm, and her expression unyielding.

Taken aback by the cold dismissal, Maya halted, her hand mid-air and her face a mask of puzzled concern. Irina then turned to leave, casting one last glare over her shoulder at Maya, leaving the older student bewildered and unsure of what had just transpired.

"That bastard…..He was entangling himself with another woman?"

And Irina was feeling furious.