Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 227: A Cinematic Finishing

The King froze at the sight of the Black Werewolf's sudden emergence. His eyes widened in shock. Anger,

despair, fear, grief, sorrow, helplessness, denial, and at last resignation... an entire storm of emotions flashed

across his gaze in a single instant. The final attack had drained him of everything. He had no strength left. He

could only stare at the black wolf and await his doom. Slowly, inevitably, his gaze settled into one final

expression: acceptance.

Ophelia’s voice clike a whisper, yet it filled every corner of the blood-soaked chamber.

"Die."

She stepped forward with calm, unhurried grace, until she stood before the King. Meeting his gaze without

flinching, she sank her claws into the ragged wound Eleanor had left in his chest. Her arm plunged deep into the

steaming cavity. She closed her claws around the Troll’s pulsing heart... then tore it free.

The heart, vast and veined with black corruption, beat once... twice... before Ophelia crushed it in her fist.

Blood erupted in a geyser, drenching the chamber. Walls, floor, broken wolves, and shattered thrones vanished

beneath the crimson spray.

The Troll King convulsed. His regeneration failed, his colossal frcollapsing into ruin. He toppled with an

earth-shaking crash that split the skull dais beneath him. His crown rolled into the swelling pool of gore and

disappeared from sight.

Silence followed. Only the dripping of blood echoed in the chamber.

Ophelia shifted back into her human form and walked to Eleanor. Eleanor, too weak even to celebrate, slumped

against her. Ophelia pulled her from the spreading pool of blood. Eleanor transformed back as well... still

battered, bruised, and broken, but clothed once more in her uniform, a thin veneer of dignity masking the ruin of

her body.

Ophelia crossed to Maira and dragged her to Eleanor’s side. Maira returned to her human form, slumping against

the wall, breath shallow but alive. Ophelia sat down beside them.

For a long while, none of them spoke. Their eyes lingered on the bodies of Kiara, Joshua, and Jaciara... still lying

where they had fallen.

Then, after what felt like an eternity, the expected sound rang in their minds.

"Congratulations! You have completed the Primary Objective! You have been awarded 5,000 points!"

A brilliant white light flared before their eyes. Their bodies dissolved into particles, vanishing from the blood-

soaked throne room.

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Eleanor opened her eyes and found herself inside the capsule, the sone she had entered before being

transported into the trial world. A glowing status screen hovered before her eyes.

[Status]

Primary Objective: Kill the Troll King and recapture the stronghold (Complete).

Secondary Objective: Eliminate the monsters (Partially Complete).

Team Members: 6

Points: 2,156 (Rank-3)

[Do you want to hide the status screen? Yes/No]

It took her a long moment to steady her thoughts, to wrench her mind free from the memory of that grotesque

throne room. The stench of blood, the crack of bones, the feeling of her ribs breaking beneath the Troll King’s

grip... everything remained painfully vivid.

Without her command, the screen flickered and vanished. The capsule lid hissed open. Eleanor instinctively sat

up, blinking as the harsh light of the chamber replaced the suffocating darkness of battle. Everything was just as

before... rows of capsules lined the room, most were sealed shut.

A sergeant strode to her side. "Cadet, do you feel any discomfort? Healers are stationed outside the door. If you

require assistance, you may report there."

Eleanor forced a dry smile. "No need. Thank you for your concern."

"Very well. Take your time. Step down when you're ready." He moved on to another capsule that had just opened.

Eleanor realised she was still perched inside her own pod. She drew in a deep breath, then swung her legs down

and stood. She pressed the switch to seal the capsule behind her and walked out into the corridor.

"Ma'am, we're here!" Ophelia called the moment Eleanor stepped through the doorway. Not far away, Joshua,

Kiara, Jaciara, and Ophelia were waiting together by the wall.

Eleanor crossed over to them. "Where is Maira?"

"She hasn't cout yet," Jaciara replied. "We were waiting for you two."

No sooner had she spoken than a cheerful voice rang out behind them. "Aunt Jaciara! Can you believe it? |

ranked sixth!"

Jaciara chuckled. "Don’t worry, | believe you." She nearly mentioned that she herself had placed fifth but held

her tongue, letting the younger girl bask in her triumph.

Eleanor turned to Ophelia. "Do you know what our next event is today?"

"I asked one of the sergeants," Ophelia said. "We're free to return to the dormitory. Aside from mealtimes, we

have no obligations. Dinner and breakfast are mandatory, but the other meals are optional. We can buy food

from the canteens if we like. Also, the library and the indoor games hall are open until dinner."

Eleanor nodded. "Then let's head back to the dormitory. We should rest."

The group agreed and set off together.

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In the dimly lit conference room, where all the professors had gathered to observe the performances of this

term’s cadets, silence fell after Ophelia crushed the Troll King’s heart.

They all knew it was not real... merely a trial... but the way Eleanor’s group had fought, despite being so much

weaker than their opponent, stirred something deep in their battle-hardened bones. Every professor present had

fought with their life on the line in Molgrath for real. Yet Eleanor’s team had made them feel the old rush again,

the spulse of adrenaline they remembered from true war.

When Eleanor’s points suddenly soared at the start, and they understood why, their attention shifted to other

cadets. Dragons and fairies had performed especially well. In fact, the first to complete the trial were from those

two races. They had not wasted thunting lesser creatures for points; instead, they went straight for the final

battle. Dragons had crushed the Troll King through overwhelming might, while fairies had wielded their light

magic with lethal precision.

The trial had been designed so that no single cadet should be able to defeat the final boss. A few arrogant or

overconfident ones had tried... and failed miserably. The best results cfrom the top two: a team composed

of a fire dragon and a fairy, the most devastating combination imaginable. Several three-member teams had

also succeeded in killing the Troll King, but those battles had been one-sided affairs. Either the boss was

slaughtered, or the cadets were.

Only Eleanor’s team had shown true teamwork. They had fused their strengths, covered each other’s

weaknesses, and fought like a pack that refused to break.

Professor Yara Anahi Seraphina, head of the Water School, found her gaze fixed on the screen that displayed

Maira of the Amazon Clan. She had intended to focus on her former clan’s younger generation, but Eleanor’s

performance intrigued her as well. Fortune favoured her: the two girls had joined the steam, sparing her the

need to split her attention.

As head of the Water School, she was obliged to check in on all cadets with an affinity for water. But her true

focus never strayed far from that team. She had been quietly delighted when Jaciara and Joshua joined Eleanor’s

group. Both were water-users, which gave her a perfect excuse to study their screen without arousing suspicion.

Unbeknownst to Yara, another professor had also been watching the steam with rapt attention. As the

ceremony progressed and more cadets died or merged into teams, each team’s feed grew larger. By the time

Eleanor’s group faced the Troll King, their battle dominated the display.

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Charles had been waiting for Eleanor

to reveal herself. She had certainly

done so... causing such a commotion

at the very start of the initiation

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presence here was obligatory,

demanded by his department head.

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opportunity for alchemists or

naturalists to demonstrate their

disciplines. Yet tradition required that

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When Eleanor and her team had

risked themselves to free other

cadets from the spider webs, Charles

had been the first to speak up...

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marked for certain death, and

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Eleanor’s group had done it anyway.

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From that moment on, many professors had followed their progress. And their attention was richly rewarded

when Eleanor’s team brought down the Troll King against all odds. Their desperate, suicidal charge, followed by

Ophelia’s silent emergence from the shadows to deliver the final blow, had given the professors something rare:

a battle worthy of being called art.

Even long after the initiation ended, the professors continued to talk about it. Seven requested copies of the

recording, to show future cadets what true combat spirit looked like.

Professor Charles Scott Sherrington and Professor Yara Anahi Seraphina were like proud parents, boasting about

Eleanor’s team to colleagues who had missed parts of the fight.