Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 212: Cadet Number 659

Eleanor stretched her arms and legs, rolling her shoulders, then dropped into a series of swift movements. She

struck the air with a few sharp punches, followed by precise kicks, each blow cutting cleanly through the space.

After several repetitions, she paused, satisfied. The uniform moved with her effortlessly... no stiffness, no

resistance. It flexed like her own skin, giving her strength without taking any away.

In her mind, Nora's voice stirred. "I think every piece of this uniform is recyclable, even environment-friendly.

But, Master... that strange energy | sensed earlier, it’s still here. It's woven into your clothes as well. | cannot

relate it to any force | know."

Eleanor exhaled softly. "Don’t worry. If the academy meant us harm, they wouldn't bother dressing us for war.

Most students here are from renowned families... they represent the best of this world. The academy wouldn't

dare risk losing them."

As Eleanor tested her uniform a moment longer, the robot's mechanical voice cut through the silence. "Please

put on the robe. The robe identifies your role in the academy. Green robes are for students, indigo for professors,

teal for healers, white for officials, black for protectors, and gold for the principal."

Eleanor lifted the last folded garment and unfurled it. The deep emerald robe cascaded down almost to her

ankles, its fall smooth and uninterrupted, every fold alive with grace. Light shimmered faintly across its surface,

as though sunlight had been woven into its threads, shifting between shades of green and gold as she moved.

The fabric bore delicate vein-like patterns, like the imprint of a vast leaf pressed flat, soft under her fingers but

resonant with hidden strength. Its sleeves were wide, tapering neatly at the wrists to avoid hindrance in

movement. The hems and collar were finished with vine-like embroidery, touched now and then with glints of

golden thread. At the throat rested a simple clasp in the shape of a budding leaf carved from amber, fastening

the robe close, though she could just as easily let it trail behind her like a flowing banner.

She turned slightly, testing its flow with a few steps and stretches. Then she asked, "I understand the others. But

what about the protectors? | saw two black-robed dragons near the teleportation gate."

"The protectors safeguard the academy," the robot replied evenly. "They are all of the dragon race. That is the

extent of my knowledge. For further details, read the guide or consult the help desk."

Eleanor nodded. "I am ready now. May | leave this room?"

"Not yet," the robot said. "I have further explanation. Look at your robe... left side of your chest."

Eleanor had noticed the embroidery before but dismissed it as unimportant. Now, she lowered her gaze. The

number stitched there gleamed in golden thread: 10156659.

"That is your cadet number," the robot explained. "Here, all students are cadets, regardless of gender, race, or

origin. This number will belong to you even after death. The academy will identify you by it from this day

forward. Memorize it... you will need to write it often. The last three digits of your number will be used to call you

while you are in the academy. Only you will possess 659 this year."

It paused, then continued, "Your robe also carries function. Inside are two concealed pockets. Each has a ten

cubic foot space... similar to a pouch, but not bonded to its owner. The contents can be scanned at any tby

academy systems. The distinction is this... unlike storage rings, these spaces allow airflow. You may store living

creatures or objects requiring air to survive. Now, place your guidebook and bottles inside the pocket to test."

Eleanor obeyed. She slipped the guide into one pocket and placed the three bottles carefully into the other. To be

certain, she drew the book back out... "Perfect".

"Nora", she asked silently, "can you sense these spaces?"

"I can," Nora replied. "I can feel the pockets and remember where exactly you placed each item. But there is no

sense of ownership here. In your storage ring | can always see what lies within, right now, at this moment. With

the robe, | only know from memory.

"I see," Eleanor murmured in her mind. "The ring is bound to me. The robe is not."

The robot's voice chimed in again. "All academy clothes are woven with an embedded cleansing spell, a property

of the material itself. You will never need to wash them. If they becdirty, allow stime... they will clean

themselves. The effect extends to your body as well, removing sweat or surface grime. Thus, even after hard

exertion, if you rest a while you will not need a bath immediately. The only tyou must change your uniform is

if it tears during combat. Fighting, however, is prohibited in the academy outside the arena, and you may only

fight while wearing your uniform. Two more sets will be delivered to your dormitory later. That is all | was

instructed to explain. Now, please deposit your items at the exchange desk. The door is open."

"Thank you," Eleanor said, inclining her head before stepping through the door as it parted. Behind her, it sealed

itself with a soft hiss.

The office lay just as she had left it. She glanced toward the other rooms... Kiara’s and Ophelia’s doors remained

closed. Across the chamber, the six others who had travelled with them still sat at their desks, heads bent over

their contracts. Only the werecat was absent. A fresh group had already arrived and now stood before the

receptionist... five vampires, three nagas, and two whose aura felt unfamiliar. Eleanor studied them briefly. Their

features carried a distinctly Japanese cast, and the smell around them shimmered with a faint fox-like sharpness.

"Kitsunes," she concluded.

She dismissed them from thought and went straight to the exchange desk.

"Hello," said the woman behind it with a smile so warm and natural it seemed impossible to doubt her words. "It

appears you are ready to enter the academy. Please hand over your storage ring. You may reclaim it upon

leaving. The only item you are permitted to bring inside is the guidebook issued earlier. You will be scanned, so |

advise against hiding anything."

Eleanor returned her smile and set the three bottles beside her ring. "I need these three prepared into a

bloodline potion."

The woman lifted a hand scanner and ran it slowly across the items. The device glowed briefly before she tapped

at the tablet in front of her. "You have a five-stem Moonpetal flower... though one petal is missing. A fang of an

elder ascended werewolf. And volcanic ash from a dead mountain. Yes, these are indeed valid components for a

bloodline potion. However, you lack three essential catalysts... starlight dew, dragonbone powder, and obsidian

dust. You may purchase them from the Faculty of Arcane Herbalism and Potioncraft. With your ten percent

student discount, the cost will be seven million, two hundred thousand dollars. Other minor reagents will be

provided free by the alchemist."

She paused, scanning the tablet again before continuing. "You will require two petals for your potion. The

remaining two may be sold to the faculty for two million, which will be deducted from your bill. Should you

possess other ingredients to sell, those too can offset the cost. Be advised, you must also commission an

alchemist to prepare the potion. No alchemist guarantees a hundred percent success. You have ingredients

enough for a single dose, and if it fails, you must accept the loss. The registered alchemists’ fees range between

five to twenty million dollars. As a cadet, you will receive a fifty percent discount if you commission a professor.

Their fees are usually ten to twenty million... you would only need to provide half."

Eleanor inclined her head politely. "My grandmother instructedto commission Professor Charles Scott

Sherrington for my potion. She has already contacted him and arranged the ingredients under his guidance."

The woman's smile never faltered, but her eyes flicked briefly to the tablet. "Professor Sherrington is not

currently listed among the available faculty for commission. If you insist, | can submit a special request. That will

require an additional ten million dollars."

"Understood," Eleanor said evenly. "Please write my name... Eleanor Elizabeth Raynor. The professor is expecting

a request from me."

"Very well." The woman tapped briskly at her screen. "In that case, your total will be fifteen million two hundred

thousand dollars. Do you have sufficient funds available?"

"Yes," Eleanor replied. "My wallet is in my storage ring."

The woman handed the ring back to

her. Eleanor withdrew her black card,

and set it down. The ransacligripok

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rétuthed the card along with a slip

marked PAID in elegant gold

lettering. Without pause, she

resumed entering data into her tablet,

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Just then, the side doors slid open

with a whisper, and both Kiara and

Ophelia emerged. Their new Wniferms

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ehihshcing their natural grace. For a

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"Are you done already, Eleanor?" Kiara asked, striding to her side.

"Yes," Eleanor said, smiling faintly. "Just finishing the procedures here."

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You have already surrendered your

storage ring. To proceed, you need to

go to the help desk. Remember... the

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"lI understand. Thank you for your assistance." Eleanor inclined her head once more, then turned to her

companions. "We'll enter the academy together."

Kiara stepped forward and placed her ring neatly on the counter, Ophelia following suit. Once their items were

processed, the three of them moved as one toward the help desk, their green robes flowing behind them like

banners, their first true steps as cadets of the academy.