Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 788

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Seraphina’s smirk widened the moment Astron fell silent, the faint rhythm of her fingers tapping against the frosted table resuming with a steady beat of satisfaction. In her mind, the game was already over.

’He knows he’s cornered,’ she thought, her silver eyes gleaming as she watched him. ’Smart as he is, even he must understand that there’s no path forward for him without my help.’

She studied him carefully, taking in his calm demeanor and the faint contemplative expression on his face. To anyone else, it might have seemed like he was weighing his options, calculating his next move. But Seraphina was certain that no amount of calculation would change the outcome.

After all, no matter how strong Astron had become, no matter what mysterious abilities he had developed, he was still bound by the reality of their world. And in that reality, the Matriarch Emberheart’s words were law.

’He’s smart enough to know this much,’ Seraphina mused, her confidence unwavering. ’Defiance isn’t an option. Not against the Matriarch. And if he’s smart, which I know he is, he’ll understand that aligning with me is his best chance.’

The silence stretched between them, and Seraphina allowed it to linger, savoring the moment. Her silver eyes glinted with quiet triumph as she leaned back in her chair, exuding the poise and control of someone who believed they held all the cards.

But then, Astron spoke.

"What if I refuse?"

For a moment, the tapping of her fingers stopped. Her smirk remained, but the faint flicker of surprise in her silver eyes betrayed her momentary disbelief.

’Refuse?’ The thought repeated in her mind, sharp and incredulous.

Seraphina tilted her head slightly, her silver hair cascading like frost over her shoulder as she regarded him with a curious, almost condescending gaze. "Refuse?" she echoed, her tone soft but laced with danger. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

She leaned forward, the air around her growing colder, a faint shimmer of frost dancing along the edge of the table. Her silver eyes locked onto his, gleaming with the promise of retribution.

"Let me make one thing clear, Astron," she began, her voice low, commanding, and tinged with frost. "This isn’t a matter of preference. It’s reality."

Her smirk returned, sharper now, her confidence unshaken. "I’m offering you a way out. A way to protect yourself and whatever it is you’re hiding. Refusal? That’s not a smart move, is it?"

Astron’s calm, unyielding gaze didn’t falter, and for the first time, Seraphina felt a faint twinge of unease. He wasn’t reacting as she expected—no hesitation, no fear, no signs of the vulnerability she thought she’d exposed.

Seraphina’s smirk twitched, her silver eyes narrowing as she studied Astron’s unflinching expression. For a fleeting moment, a thought crossed her mind, sharp and unsettling.

’He doesn’t care about himself.’

It was a possibility she had encountered before—stories of men who held no regard for their own well-being but would move mountains for those they cared about. She had always found such people fascinating, their unwavering resolve both inspiring and dangerous. Dangerous because their strength wasn’t rooted in their own survival but in the protection of others.

’And that,’ she mused, her smirk returning with a sharper edge, ’is the biggest weakness of all.’

She leaned forward, her presence commanding as her silver hair shimmered faintly in the frost-laden air. Her voice softened, taking on a tone that was almost conspiratorial, as if she were sharing a well-guarded secret.

"Ah, I see now," she murmured, her eyes gleaming with calculated intent. "You’re not afraid because you don’t care what happens to you, do you?"

Astron’s calm gaze didn’t waver, but Seraphina caught the faintest flicker of something in his eyes. It wasn’t fear or hesitation—it was an acknowledgment. He wasn’t denying her observation, and that only emboldened her further.

Her fingers resumed their rhythmic tapping on the frosted table as her smirk deepened. "But you see, Astron," she continued, her voice smooth, deliberate, "that’s precisely why you’re at a disadvantage here."

She tilted her head slightly, her silver eyes locking onto his. "Because while you might not care what happens to you, I’m willing to bet that Irina does. And more importantly…"

Seraphina paused, letting her words hang in the air like the weight of an unsheathed blade.

"…you care what happens to her."

The room seemed to grow colder as her words settled, the frost around them intensifying. She leaned back slightly, her smirk widening as she watched him. "You can withstand the consequences of defiance, can’t you? But Irina? I wonder how much she’ll be able to endure."

Astron’s expression remained calm, but Seraphina didn’t miss the faint tightening of his jaw, the subtle shift in his posture. It was slight—barely perceptible—but it was enough to confirm her suspicions.