Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 228: Professor Sylphania Jovienne Angélique

Eleanor and the others went straight to sleep after returning to their dormitory. They were utterly exhausted...

not physically, but spiritually. Death, near-death, and the gruesclash with the Troll King had left their souls

threadbare. Though the battlefield had been virtual, the pain, the loss, and the finality of death had felt real. Too

real. Those who had fallen and awakened inside their capsules spoke of it as if they had been given a second life.

They slept until afternoon without stirring.

By noon, when the rest of the cadets streamed into the dining hall for lunch, the first thing that caught every eye

was the towering digital display beside the gate: the leaderboard of the Initiation Ceremony.

Congratulations to the winners of the Initiation Ceremony:

Rank-1: Ignatius Aurelius Emberfall (10156618), 2620 Points

Rank-2: Elara Noelle Luminelle (10156597), 2590 Points

Rank-3: Eleanor Elizabeth Raynor (10156659), 2156 Points

Rank-4: Raijin Astrape Stormrider (10156601), 2127 Points

Rank-5: Jaciara Moara (10156681), 2086 Points

Rank-6: Maira Arara Neblina (10156660), 2056 Points

Rank-7: Phoebe Juno Solstice (10156623), 2047 Points

Rank-8: Joshua Cordillera (101566588), 2006 Points

Rank-9: Kiara Raynor (10156672), 1996 Points

Rank-10: Ophelia Blanc (10156675), 1976 Points

The dining hall erupted into buzzing speculation. Professors and cadets alike dissected the results with feverish

excitement.

Eleanor had once planned to remain inconspicuous by avoiding the top of the leaderboard. That plan now lay in

tatters. She and her team were the subject of every conversation, their battle with the Troll King overshadowing

even Ignatius the fire dragon, crowned champion, or Elara the fairy whose light magic had stunned all.

It was not Eleanor’s third place alone that caused the stir. It was the fact that every single member of her pack

had secured a place in the top ten. Never before in the Academy's history had so many werewolves risen so high

at once. Normally, one or two might scrape into the top ten, and syears not a single wolf ranked at all—as in

Fiona Raynor's own batch, many years ago. But this time, among the top ten, aside from two dragons and two

fairies, six werewolves had claimed their place. All from the steam. And none of them had been bolstered

by the presence of another race.

Oblivious to the storm of attention they had ignited, Maira woke in the evening and padded down to the

dormitory canteen in search of food. When she paid the canteen manager, she froze. Her device displayed her

total: 2066 points. The Academy had rewarded them.

Grinning to herself, she bought extra food and made straight for Eleanor’s room. The knocking roused Eleanor

from her slumber. When she heard of Maira’s increase, she immediately checked her own status.

[Status Screen]

Cadet Name: Eleanor Elizabeth Raynor

Cadet Number: 10156659

Institution: Ascendance Academy of Midgard

Race: Werewolf (Alpha)

Bloodline: Mind Reaver (Level-1), Thunderbolt (Dormant)

Cultivation Level: Awakened

Academy Points: 2166

Sure enough, the Academy had credited her with every point earned in the trial. With the daily ten free points

added, the total felt weighty. Eleanor hadn't felt this "rich" in a long time.

"Nora, are there any changes in my stats, or anything new in the Academy after the competition?" she asked

silently.

"No change in your personal stats," Nora replied, "but the Academy has opened an official forum for cadets.

Sprofessors are present there too. The final results of the ceremony have already been posted. See for

yourself."

Eleanor walked over to the desk. She always left her laptop open for Nora, granting access to the Academy's

channels and servers. That way, the spirit could gather information with ease.

Guided by Nora, she found the new forum... a shortcut had already been placed neatly on the desktop.

No sign-up was needed; the system recognised her instantly through her laptop and cadet key. At the top was a

single post: "Final Winners of the Initiation Ceremony!"

Eleanor clicked through. The list was identical to what she had seen on the dining hall display. She studied the

numbers more closely this time. The gap between the first two and the rest of them was staggering. Dragons

and fairies had crushed the competition. But from her own third-place position downwards, the spread was razor-

thin. One slip, one mistake, and anyone could have tumbled out of the top ten entirely.

"It looks like our strategy of amassing points by killing orcs paid off," Eleanor murmured.

Scrolling further, she opened the comments.

Sposts offered congratulations. Others suggested her team had been favoured because they were all

werewolves. A few accused the Academy of tampering with the final scores. The usual noise, bickering, and

conspiracy theory... like any social platform.

Eleanor sighed. "They've managed to turn the Academy's forum into social media in a single afternoon," she

muttered. She sighed again, passed the laptop to Maira, and added, "Go on, have a look... you'll enjoy the

heated arguments. But don’t post anything under my account, especially if you get worked up. And thanks for

the snacks. | should probably stock smyself, just in case."

She grabbed a packet of cookies, settled on the bed, and bit into one. Even the simplest food here had a

surprising quality. As she savoured the taste, she asked Nora, "Did your exploration finish?"

"For now," Nora answered. "But | suspect there’s more hidden within the Academy. Professors seem to use a

separate network for their research. You should explore in person... start with the library. It opens after breakfast

and remains open until dinner. | checked your routine: Basic Cultivation in the morning, then your major

specialisation. Since you lack elemental magic, you'll need to choose a combat style to fulfil the requirement.

But... there's also the Department of Mental Arts. It wasn’t introduced this term, though | suspect they'll take

interest in you once they learn about your bloodline."

"Metal arts are for higher-level Ascendants," Eleanor said aloud, frowning. "Even if | learn a few techniques, |

won't be able to use them properly."

"That is precisely why | want you to try," Nora pressed. "You'll be awakened in Vanaheim, but you won't return

here immediately. The timeline is unclear... only that one month will pass. Even basic techniques could prove

invaluable in such a place. And don’t forget: you can learn instantly. If your body can perform it, you can master

it

Eleanor thought for a moment, then nodded. "Fair point. I'll visit them between classes. I'm also considering

optional courses... advanced cultivation paths, maybe wilderness survival. Alchemy, Forging, Healing... | don’t

have the qualifications for any of those."

"Then letsuggest Formation Arts," Nora said with a hint of pride. "It requires precision and calculation, which

are my specialties. There's a book on your shelf... Introduction to Formation Arts. Read it before you decide. You'll

only need one optional course to pass the term."

Not long after, Maira slipped out of the room, leaving Eleanor alone with the book. She opened it, and soon the

room fell quiet, save for the soft turning of pages.

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After breakfast, all cadets gathered in a vast lecture theatre, a space so grand it easily housed all one hundred of

them, with rows of seats still left empty.

The lecture theatre itself was a

masterpiece of architectural and

acoustic design, a sanctum of

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crescent that embraced the central

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ever obstructed. Each row rose in

gentle tiers, so that even those at the

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The chairs were no mere benches. They were high-backed, generously proportioned seats of polished dark wood,

upholstered in navy-blue leather that exhaled a faint sigh when occupied. Between each seat, a delicately

carved writing tablet could be swung into place for note-taking.

At the centre of it all lay the stage... a

dais of honey-coloured wood that

gleamed beneath the soft lighting.

Upon it rested a single desk anda

nigh begked chair) eftdd from the

sane rich Wood as the cadet seats.

The desk was bare save for a sleek

laptop, a lone piece of modernity in a

room otherwise steeped in timeless

tradition. Behind it, the entire back

wall was a single screen, a vast

canvas for maps, diagrams, or battle

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Light streamed from cleverly hidden orbs in the ceiling coves, casting the soft, neutral glow of a cloudy sky,

banishing both shadow and eye strain.

Scadets marvelled at the theatre's design; others whispered among themselves, while a few simply sat in

blank silence. Then, the murmurs fell away as a woman entered.

A beautiful, middle-aged figure strode to the front, a book and a tablet cradled in her hands. She moved with a

grace that seemed less like walking and more like gliding, her regal indigo silk robes whispering against the

polished floor. The fabric shimmered faintly, as though woven from starlight and moonlight, glowing softly with

its own hidden radiance.

Her hair cascaded in a waterfall of

pale gold and silver, flowing like

molten metal over her shoulders and

down her back. The hood of the robe

was placed gently behing, (nef her

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heir Yebi Was her face that held the

cadets spellbound... not merely

beautiful, but timeless. Her alabaster

skin glowed faintly, as if lit from

within. Her features bore both pride

and sorrow, etched with the wisdom

of ages. And her eyes... clear as a

summer sky, yet unfathomable as

the star-choked void... seemed to

pierce each cadet where they sat.

When she stopped before the desk, the simple furniture seemed transformed into a throne. She ignored the

laptop, the massive screen, all trappings of the room. Her attention fell wholly upon the cadets, and to each one

it felt like a private gift.

A hush fell, so complete that even the faint hum of the projector rang loud in the silence. The air itself seemed to

grow charged, rich with the scent of ozone after a storm and the faint perfof night-blooming flowers.

"Good morning, class. | am Professor Sylphania Jovienne Angélique. | will be teaching you Basic Cultivation."

Her voice was low and musical, each word resonating with clarity, as though whispered directly into the mind of

every listener. The cadets blinked back into awareness, the spell broken, the room alive once more.