Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 904

Chapter 904 207.5 - InfernoKnight

"If I were to hit top 10, I would see this view every day. And it would soon lose its meaning."

Irina paused.

She opened her mouth, then closed it.

And when she finally found a reply, all she could say was, "...You really know how to suck the fun out of things."

Astron gave a quiet hum, barely acknowledging her words.

She sighed, rolling her eyes. "Yeah, yeah… Mister quick reply. You're always right."

Astron didn't respond immediately.

Instead, he simply kept looking out at the night sky, his gaze distant.

Irina followed his line of sight.

The moon had risen high, its silver glow casting over the academy grounds, illuminating the quiet streets below. And in that light, his face was soft.

No sharpness. No guarded expression.

Just… calm.

Irina stared at him for a long moment.

'What is this feeling?'

There was something about this moment.

Something about the way the night had stretched longer than expected.

Something about how she didn't want it to end.

And something about him—standing there, gazing at the moon, looking like he belonged somewhere beyond the present.

It felt like something was about to come.

Something was about to change.

Irina couldn't explain it.

This feeling.

It had no logic behind it, no real basis, and yet, she felt it all the same.

Something about tonight was different.

And she didn't know why.

Her gaze flickered between the moon above and the quiet expression on Astron's face.

That distant look of his—it made her feel like he was somewhere else entirely, somewhere she couldn't reach.

And she didn't like that.

Before she could even think, her fingers moved on their own.

She reached out—grabbing the hem of his t-shirt.

Astron stiffened slightly, as if pulled back into the present.

He raised his eyebrows, turning his head toward her.

"Hmm?"

Irina's grip on the fabric tightened, her own thoughts still uncertain.

"You like this now, right?" she asked, her voice quieter than before.

Astron blinked. "Like this now?"

"Like living like this," she clarified, her eyes not leaving his.

Astron paused.

A small silence stretched between them.

Then, carefully, he asked, "Where did that come from?"

Irina clicked her tongue, her grip on his shirt not loosening.

"Just answer my question."

Astron narrowed his eyes slightly. "What kind of question is this?"

Irina exhaled sharply, looking away for a second before meeting his gaze again.

"I'm asking," she said, her voice steady, "now, are you loving the life you're living?"

Astron didn't reply right away.

For the first time in a while, he hesitated.

His sharp purple eyes studied her, as if trying to figure out why she was even asking this.

And for a moment—

He looked like he didn't have an answer.

The fact that Astron didn't immediately answer bothered Irina more than she expected.

Because that wasn't like him.

Astron always had an answer. He always had something to say, something quick, logical, and precise.

Yet now?

Now he was silent.

And when he finally did speak, his voice was quieter than usual.

"Living like this… it is indeed strange."

Irina's grip on his shirt tightened slightly.

"Why?" she asked, her amber eyes locked onto him.

Astron exhaled lightly, his gaze dropping to where her fingers were still holding onto him.

"Why?" he repeated, almost as if he was asking himself. "It is hard to explain."

Irina narrowed her eyes, her grip refusing to loosen.

"Try," she pressed.

Astron's gaze slowly lifted back to hers.

And under the moonlight, her fiery red hair—normally wild, untamed—looked softer, calmer.

She wasn't just asking for an answer.

She was looking for something.

And Astron knew that.

So after a brief pause, he said, "If I were to tell you… I didn't know how to live before."

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