Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest

Chapter 758  Chapter 173.2 - Socializing ?

Sylvie's fork paused halfway to her mouth as she heard a voice—calm, firm, and laced with quiet authority. 
"Junior." 
She turned her head, startled, and her emerald eyes met the cool, collected gaze of Maya. The senior's presence alone was enough to draw attention, but what truly caught Sylvie off guard was what she felt. Her [Authority] pulsed faintly, brushing against the kaleidoscope of emotions radiating from Maya like waves of color. 
A rainbow. That was the only way Sylvie could describe it—a dazzling array of hues, constantly shifting and swirling. Maya's emotions were complex, layered, and impossible to pin down. But amid the chaos of colors, there were three that stood out sharply, their vibrancy undeniable. 
Pink. A deep, steady pink that Sylvie had come to associate with love, layered beneath the surface like an unspoken truth. 
Red. A flicker of anger, faint but simmering, crackling at the edges of Maya's presence. 
Purple. The unmistakable shade of jealousy, twisting through the spectrum like a vine. 
Sylvie's chest tightened as she processed the meaning behind the emotions. The love, the anger, the jealousy—they were all unmistakably directed at one person. Her eyes flickered toward Astron briefly, and her stomach dropped. 
'She feels it too.' 
Sylvie felt the overwhelming flood of emotions pressing against her, as if the weight of Maya's feelings had seeped into her own heart. Her pulse quickened, and she gripped the edge of the table for grounding. Why is this happening? she thought, her mind racing. Maya…? She's always so composed, so distant. But now… 
Maya's voice brought her back to reality. "May I sit here?" 
Sylvie blinked, realizing too late that she hadn't answered. Astron, ever composed, gave a faint nod. "Of course. You don't need to ask, Senior." 
Maya inclined her head slightly in acknowledgment, her movements deliberate as she pulled out a chair and sat down. Her calm demeanor was flawless, yet Sylvie's [Authority] told a different story. Beneath the surface, Maya was anything but composed. 
'Just what is going on with her?' Sylvie thought, her gaze lowering to her tray. She couldn't look directly at Maya without feeling the full weight of her emotions pressing against her, and it was… too much. 
As Maya's friends—Amelia, Evelyn, Kara, and Lila—approached, Sylvie's attention shifted. She let her [Authority] stretch faintly toward them, bracing herself for what she might sense. But to her surprise, the emotions radiating from the girls were far more straightforward: admiration, curiosity, am