Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest

Chapter 830 192.2 - Archery Party ?

Chapter 830  192.2 - Archery Party ?

Lilia's sharp words hung in the air, drawing more whispers from the gathered cadets as she stared Adrian down. Her crimson eyes gleamed with calculated resolve as she noted the faint tension in Adrian's otherwise composed expression. His attempt to deflect her accusation had been expected, but she wasn't here to simply let him off the hook.

"Do I?" she repeated coolly, her tone carrying a subtle edge. Her words weren't a challenge—they were a declaration. She wasn't afraid of Adrian, and she wanted everyone in the room to know it.

Selene's gaze remained fixed on the two of them, her amusement evident as she folded her arms, leaning slightly against a nearby pillar. Her silence was strategic, Lilia realized. Selene wasn't intervening because she didn't need to—this was her way of letting Adrian and Lilia clash, watching for weaknesses she could exploit later.

But Lilia wasn't about to let Selene's little game rattle her. She had a plan.

While it was true that Selene and Adrian were likely colluding, Lilia knew their alliance wasn't built to last. Both of them were too ambitious, too self-serving to maintain a partnership for long. Sooner or later, cracks would form—and Lilia intended to make sure they did.

For now, though, she couldn't afford to let them have free reign. If she stayed passive, allowing Adrian to dominate the Archery Club and Selene to expand her influence, her position would only weaken. And in a place like this, weakness was unacceptable.

Her gaze swept briefly over the room, noting the cadets who were watching the exchange with a mix of curiosity and unease. Among the freshmen, she had managed to win over a good number—partly thanks to her Olarion family name and partly due to her rank as one of the academy's top students. Being the 4th-ranked freshman carried weight, but it wasn't enough to bridge the gap between her and Adrian's entrenched influence.

Many of the younger cadets still hesitated to openly align with her, intimidated by the sophomores and third-years under Adrian's thumb. And Adrian knew this. He thrived on the fear and respect he commanded, using it to consolidate his position within the club.

So far, I've managed to persuade Elara, Lilia thought, glancing briefly at her vice president, who was standing nearby, observing the scene with a measured expression. Elara had been a valuable ally, but even with her support, the balance of power within the club wasn't in Lilia's favor—not yet.

But that could change.

Lilia returned her focus to Adrian, her expression calm but her mind racing with strategy. "You know, Adrian," she began, her tone light but carrying an unmistakable sharpness, "for someone who values control so much, you seem oddly defensive tonight."

Adrian's eyes narrowed slightly, though his polite smile remained in place. "Defensive?" he echoed, his tone laced with mock surprise. "I'd say I'm just… intrigued by your sudden boldness."

"Boldness?" Lilia repeated with a faint smirk. "It's not boldness—it's just practicality. After all, the Archery Club deserves better than whispered deals and tampered competitions, don't you think?"

The murmurs among the cadets grew louder, a ripple of unease spreading through the crowd. Lilia knew her words were stirring doubt, planting seeds of skepticism about Adrian's methods. It wasn't enough to dismantle his influence outright, but it was a start.

Selene finally decided to interject, her voice smooth as silk as she stepped forward. "Now, Lilia," she said, her smile radiant but her eyes cold, "let's not get too carried away. Adrian has done a remarkable job leading this club. You wouldn't want to tarnish its reputation, would you?"

Lilia turned her gaze to Selene, her smile never faltering. "Oh, I'm not tarnishing anything," she said evenly. "I'm just reminding everyone that transparency is important—especially when it comes to leadership."

Selene's smile tightened slightly, though she quickly recovered, her tone turning almost playful. "Of course. Transparency is such a noble goal. But I do wonder, little sister, if you're ready for the weight of true leadership."

Lilia's jaw tightened briefly, but she refused to let Selene's bait affect her. "I think that's for the members of the club to decide," she said, her tone cool. "Not you."

"AHAHAHA…"

Selene's laugh rang through the room, light and melodic but carrying a sharpness that couldn't be ignored. Her brown eyes gleamed with amusement as she straightened her posture, brushing a strand of emerald hair behind her ear.

"Oh, Lilia," she said, her tone both condescending and playful. "I'm afraid it doesn't work quite like that. As the sponsor of this club, my involvement goes far beyond mere observation. While I may not be a member per se, I wouldn't waste my time—or my resources—on something I wasn't genuinely interested in."

Lilia's lips curved into a small, knowing smile. Perfect, she thought, her crimson eyes glinting as she seized the opportunity she had been waiting for.

"Then why don't you display that interest?" Lilia said smoothly, her voice cutting through the murmurs of the cadets. The crowd's attention snapped back to her, their curiosity piqued as she took a deliberate step forward. "After all, if you're truly invested in archery, why not show everyone just how deep that interest goes?"

Selene's smile froze for a fraction of a second before returning in full force, though there was a flicker of something behind her eyes—surprise, perhaps, or annoyance. She hadn't expected Lilia to flip the conversation so suddenly, and that hesitation didn't go unnoticed by the crowd.

Adrian's expression darkened ever so slightly, his polite mask slipping for just a moment as he realized the trap Lilia had laid. He opened his mouth to interject, but Selene raised a hand, silencing him with a gesture. Her confidence quickly returned, and she let out a soft chuckle, her gaze locking with Lilia's.

"A display?" Selene said, tilting her head slightly, her tone feigning curiosity. "What exactly are you suggesting, little sister?"

Lilia's smile widened, her voice calm but laced with challenge. "A quick match. Right here, right now. No planning, no preparation. Just you and me."

The room fell into a hushed silence, the weight of her words settling over the gathered cadets. Whispers began to ripple through the crowd, a mix of excitement and disbelief at Lilia's bold proposal.

Selene's eyes narrowed slightly, though her smile didn't waver. "A match?" she repeated, her tone slow and deliberate. "How intriguing. But wouldn't that be… unfair? After all, I'm not officially part of the club."

Selene's smile grew sharper, her amusement glinting in her brown eyes. "A match between us?" she repeated, her tone laced with mock thoughtfulness. "Hmm… that does sound tempting, but wouldn't it be more appropriate to challenge someone who's already proven their standing in this club?" She tilted her head, her expression perfectly serene. "How about our dear club leader? He did mention to me that you've faced him before."

Lilia's expression hardened for a split second before she schooled her features back into composure. Had they foreseen this? The thought crossed her mind, her instincts on high alert. It wasn't impossible. Selene and Adrian were both cunning, and the timing of everything tonight felt far too convenient.

Lilia's smile didn't falter, though her crimson eyes gleamed with renewed determination. "I'm sure he wouldn't mind," she replied smoothly, her voice steady. Inside, however, her thoughts raced. Selene's counter had been calculated, redirecting the attention away from herself and placing Lilia in the spotlight instead. Typical Selene—always finding a way to twist a situation to her advantage.

"Splendid," Selene said, clapping her hands together lightly. The sound was crisp, drawing the attention of the gathered cadets. "We had already prepared some games for this party, but who would have thought we'd have a contestant this early?" Her voice carried just enough enthusiasm to rile up the crowd, and murmurs of excitement rippled through the room.

Lilia's expression hardened for a split second before she schooled her features back into composure. Had they foreseen this? The thought crossed her mind, her instincts on high alert. It wasn't impossible. Selene and Adrian were both cunning, and the timing of everything tonight felt far too convenient.

No, Lilia reassured herself. There's no way they could've anticipated this. Right?

And yet, the unease in her chest didn't dissipate. Something about Selene's effortless control over the situation—and Adrian's smug silence—made her skin crawl. But there was no turning back now. She had already committed, and hesitation wasn't an option.

Adrian stepped forward with a confident stride, his ever-present smirk firmly in place as he addressed the crowd, his gaze lingering on Lilia with a faintly mocking glint. "Well, Lilia," he began, his voice smooth and steady, "since you've made such bold accusations, I assume you wouldn't mind proving your skill in a proper match. After all, actions speak louder than words, don't they?"

Lilia held his gaze, her smile unwavering. "Of course," she replied smoothly, her tone calm. "I wouldn't dream of disappointing our esteemed club president."

Inwardly, though, her instincts were screaming. Something was off. The way Adrian and Selene seemed perfectly in sync, as if they had anticipated every move she might make, left her uneasy. Had they prepared for this? She couldn't shake the feeling that this was more than just a coincidence.

Selene, ever the picture of poise, clapped her hands lightly, drawing the attention of the gathered cadets. "Splendid!" she said, her tone warm and engaging. "Now that we've settled on our competitors, allow me to explain the game. It's a bit unconventional, but I think you'll find it… exhilarating."