Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 210: Front Office of the Academy

One by one, the seven cadets from the helicopter stepped through the gate. Eleanor and her companions

followed last, unhurried. A burst of white brilliance engulfed her as she crossed the threshold, so intense that her

instincts forced her eyes shut.

When she opened them again, she stood in a vast hall. At first glance it resembled the reception of a powerful

corporation rather than anything one might call an academy office. Directly ahead stood three large desks in a

line, each staffed by a strikingly beautiful woman. They were not the coquettish sort often placed at commercial

lobbies, but middle-aged, dignified figures, radiating calm competence. Their white robes lent them an air at

once pure and authoritative.

Floating above the desks hung three luminous signs: Reception, Help Desk, and Exchange.

To either side of the hall, neat rows of leather chairs provided seating. A handful of young people sat there

reading quietly. The seven who had entered before Eleanor were already queuing before the reception desk.

"Step away from the gate. Make space for the next arrivals," ca firm voice from behind.

Eleanor realised she had stayed too long at the splace. She moved forward a few steps and glanced back.

Behind her shimmered the door of white light, guarded on either side by two imposing men. They wore same

type of robes like the women, but black in colour. Both of them radiated unmistakable draconic presence.

The light of the door rippled. Kiara stepped out, eyes searching. "Eleanor!" she called, hurrying over.

Moments later, Ophelia emerged. The three of them joined the end of the line at reception, falling into place

naturally behind their fellow passengers.

Soon it was Eleanor’s turn. The receptionist before her gestured to a small scanner built into the desk. "Please

look directly into the device."

Eleanor raised her eyes. The woman's voice remained calm but carried authority. "Eleanor Elizabeth Raynor.

Answer my questions using more than three words. Did you cto the academy of your own accord, or were

you forced?"

Still staring into the scanner, Eleanor replied, "I cof my own accord."

"True," the woman said without hesitation. "Do you intend to obey the rules and regulations of the academy?"

"l intend to obey."

"True. Our most fundamental rule is this. You are forbidden to discuss the academy's training with the outside

world. Do you promise to uphold this?"

"| promise to obey this rule."

"True," the woman confirmed. Then she handed over a thick, paperback volume. "This is the academy guide.

Please read the first ten pages carefully. They outline the basic rules you must follow. Once you have understood

them, you will sign a magical contract binding you to the academy. Take your time. When ready, return here to

proceed."

The guide was heavier than expected. Eleanor stepped aside and started to read the pages as instructed. Kiara

and Ophelia soon underwent the squestioning, each receiving their own guides.

But as Ophelia accepted hers, Eleanor spoke, her voice even. "You don’t need to read. Let's move straight to the

signing."

Ophelia agreed instantly. "Alright."

The receptionist’s expression sharpened. "You cannot influence others. Every cadet must sign of their own free

will."

Eleanor inclined her head in apology. "Then letrephrase. | have read the ten pages already, and | am

satisfied. The terms are acceptable. May | confirm... are all contracts identical?"

"Yes," the woman replied. "Every cadet signs the sbinding."

"And if | were to refuse a clause, or decline to sign at all, could I still enrol?" Eleanor asked.

The answer cwithout hesitation. "No. Without the contract, there is no admission."

Eleanor smiled faintly. "In that case, there is no reason to waste time. We cto join the academy; we accept

that its rules must apply equally to all. Kiara is my cousin, Ophelia is my subordinate. They follow my lead, as

you can confirm if you wish."

Kiara said at once, "I have no objection."

Ophelia added, "I follow my boss."

The receptionist sighed softly, conceding. "Very well. Take your contracts. Read them carefully if you must. Then

use a pin from the bowl to draw a drop of blood and mark the signature box. Dispose of the pin in the basket

beside you."

Each of them received a contract identical to the guide. Eleanor scanned hers quickly... nothing new. She pricked

her fingertip, letting a single drop fall onto the signature box.

At once, the parchment flared. White light coursed across the page, consuming it until the entire sheet dissolved

into countless shining motes. The sparks hovered a moment, then streamed upward, vanishing as though drawn

to sdistant, unseen presence.

All three of them stared, caught off guard by the quiet majesty of the phenomenon.

The receptionist allowed herself the barest smile. "Magical contracts are bound to Lord Yggdrasil himself. When

you sign, the pact is delivered to him. In time, you will learn more of this."

She then looked to the others. "You two, please proceed with your contracts."

Eleanor took Ophelia’s document, scanned it quickly, and said, "No problem. You can sign."

Ophelia pricked her finger without hesitation. By the ther contract dissolved, Kiara had already finished

reading hers. Though not at Eleanor’s speed, she too could read with remarkable swiftness. As Ophelia stepped

back, Kiara moved forward and signed.

Once the three of them were bound, the receptionist asked, "Do you have magical pouches for your belongings?

Nothing but your body may enter the academy, and we only store items already placed within pouches."

Eleanor shook her head. "No. | don’t."

She glanced at Kiara and Ophelia; both returned the sgesture.

The woman nodded. "Quite normal. Then please proceed to the Exchange desk."

The three crossed to the counter marked Exchange. The woman there greeted them with a courteous smile. "You

require pouches, | assume?"

"Yes, please," Eleanor replied.

The clerk’s smile tightened faintly. "Be aware, magical pouches are costly. Prices range from three hundred

thousand to one million dollars each. If your funds are lacking, you may simply discard your clothing here. Upon

leaving the academy, a basic outfit can be purchased for a thousand dollars. Another alternative is that the three

of you share a single pouch."

Eleanor’s tone was calm, decisive. "I intend to buy three. What is the difference between those at three hundred

thousand and those at a million?"

"Pouches are lifelong companions," the woman explained. "Once imprinted, only you may open them. No

outsider can peer inside. Even if a powerful ascendant destroys the container, its contents remain sealed,

irretrievable. Only upon your death will the imprint fade, allowing another to claim it.

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All we sell here are spirit-grade

items... the lowest grade, yet suitable

for cadets. There are three tiers

available. A low-tier spirit pouch looks

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offers BA Qube Feet of storage.

Mid-tier spirit pouches appear as

bracelets, worn on the wrist, with fifty

cubic feet of space. They cost five

hundred thousand dollars. The

high-tier option takes the form of a

ring, often called a storage ring, with

a hundred cubic feet within. Each ring

is one million dollars. Note that only

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inanimate objects can be stored.

She laid out the three examples on the desk: a leather pouch, a dark grey metallic bracelet, and a matching ring.

Eleanor did not hesitate. "I'll take three rings. Do you have any variation in design? This is rather plain."

The woman's lips curved upwards. "They are forged of Soulsteel. Dark grey is the metal’s natural hue. Each will

bond to you, resizing as needed, even if you transform into your true form. In auction houses you may find more

elaborate designs. Here in the academy, we provide only this style."

"That will do. Three rings, please," Eleanor said, handing over her black card.

The clerk swiped it across a small device, returning it with a receipt marked three million dollars. She placed

three rings carefully before them. "Imprint them now. A drop of blood will suffice. Pins are in the bowl."

They each pricked a fingertip. As

,

Eleanor’s blood touched the cool

metal, the ring shimmered faintly-A

sudden awareness Bldoéd in her

ming. MSllow space, one hundred

cubic feet in size, suspended in her

consciousness like a hidden chamber

waiting to be filled. She could feel it

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At that instant, Nora’s voice rang within her mind. "I see it too. A new space has appeared in my vision."

"Nora! | almost forgot about you," Eleanor exclaimed inwardly.

"You were preoccupied with your thoughts," Nora replied. "I was observing everything. There was no need to

interrupt, so | stayed silent."

"Can you connect to your main body from here?" Eleanor asked.

"No. All signals are blocked in this place. Your mobile has no network either."

"I guessed as much... just checking." Eleanor’s thoughts sharpened. "By the way, did you find any hidden

clauses in the contract?"

"None. Everyone is bound to the sagreement, so you risk nothing unique. But Master, if you doubt anything,

feel free to askagain."

"It’s fine," Eleanor said. "Keep observing. | might need your help at any time."

At that moment, the woman behind

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the Exchange desk spoke. "Look

around you... there are thirty doors

surrounding this hall. Since the three

of you are werewolves, you must yse

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academy robes. Put on the uniform

and store all your personal

belongings in your storage ring. Once

you have changed, you must return

your ring here to my desk. When you

leave the academy, it will be returned

to you. Now, please select a room

and change. Each chamber is

equipped with its own service robots.

They will guide you through the next

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