Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 1058

Eleanor's fingers curled slightly behind her back, tension coiled beneath her usually pristine posture. Still no proof. Still no concrete signature to grasp. But instincts this sharp didn't lie.

She needed answers.

Her gaze swept over the group again—Sylvie, Irina, Layla, Jasmine—each still faintly tense beneath the shadow of what had just happened. The moment was waning, but the residual charge hadn't fully cleared. The mana in the air still tasted off.

She took a breath.

"Everyone," she said, tone calm but unmistakably final. "Leave us."

There was a beat of silence—brief, but thick.

Layla's expression immediately fell. "Wait—Professor, Astron didn't do anything. If this is about—"

"Out," Eleanor repeated, sharper now. "This is between me and him."

Irina didn't argue. She gave a slight nod and turned, guiding the others with quiet authority. Jasmine hesitated, throwing a glance toward Astron like she half-expected him to collapse under pressure. Sylvie lingered the longest, her eyes narrowing just slightly—not suspicious, but protective.

Eleanor said nothing more.

And eventually, they left.

Astron stood there, unmoving, hands at his sides, face unreadable.

He hadn't flinched. Hadn't sighed. Hadn't even tilted his head in that way he usually did when annoyed.

He just… waited.

Obeyed.

Because of course he did.

She approached, steps measured, the soft click of her boots echoing gently now that the others were gone. The air was quiet. Heavy.

She stopped a few paces away, staring directly into his eyes.

"…Leonard," she said.

Astron blinked once. No other change.

Eleanor's voice didn't rise. "Do you know him?"

Silence.

The air held.

And Eleanor didn't look away.

Because this wasn't about scolding him. It wasn't about a missed signal or a passive response. This was about what he might know. About what he might be hiding—if he was hiding anything.

And it began with that name.

Leonard.

His spell had been precise.

His posture, too calm.

His artifact—not regulation.

His intent…

Controlled.

Too controlled.

And Astron—of all people—had stood right in its eye and never blinked.

There was no way he hadn't felt that.

Astron remained motionless, and Eleanor watched him with a precision that would've made most seasoned cadets buckle.

Still no answer.

Still no shift in his posture.

But she wasn't expecting panic. Not from him. Not from Astron Natusalune. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

'If anyone felt it,' she thought, 'it would've been him. Or Irina.'

She could dismiss the others—Jasmine and Layla were perceptive in their own ways, but not refined for this. Sylvie, perhaps, might have sensed something faint. But she didn't have the training to interpret it.

But Astron?

He had no excuse.

'When I arrived, Leonard's intent was already narrowed. Controlled. Clean. But the angle… the way his aura was balanced… it wasn't toward the group.'

Her jaw tensed slightly.

'It was angled forward. Not wide enough to be a threat. Just… precise enough to cover one person.'

Her eyes narrowed faintly.

'You.'

It hadn't made sense at first. Leonard had appeared cordial, passive, composed. But she had felt the sliver of pressure beneath it all. Not openly hostile—but ready. Taut.

And the second flare—brief, quiet, like a whisper hidden in a scream—it had centered near Astron.

'Maybe Leonard felt it too. Maybe that's why he was staring at you like that. Because he sensed something strange and thought it came from you. Because it did come from you… didn't it?'

She didn't speak those words aloud. Not yet.

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