Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 205: Preparing for the Trial

The time had finally come. By the following evening, all participants for the Trial of Yggdrasil were required to report to Svalbard Airport. From there, dragons would carry them to the subterranean city of Yggdrasil... Kvernheim.

The King of Werewolves had at last finalised the division of participants into three groups. Each of the ten great clans, with five participants apiece, split their numbers into two, two, and one. Clans whose heirs were taking part were divided into two each.

The ten participants from the lesser and independent clans, chosen through the Grand Competition, were arranged into three, three, and four. Ten of the strongest young soldiers from the army were divided into two, two, and six.

In the end, it was decreed that each group would contain twenty-five participants, following the set order. The choice of which participant would join which group was left to each clan to decide. The Arbiter Clan announced that the ten competition winners would attend according to their ranking, for the sake of simplicity. From the ten great clans, however, no hint escaped as to which participant would join which group.

Eleanor had already prepared for her journey. She explained truthfully to Freya in detail, where she was going and what she would be doing. It would be the first time in a long while that she would be apart from her baby daughter for more than a week.

In the past, no matter where she travelled, if the journey was long, she always brought Freya with her. Freya was an unusually well-behaved child... never troublesome like other babies. Her mental development outpaced that of any other child, including werewolves. She had not inherited Eleanor’s eidetic memory, but her mind was like Ethan’s... analytical and quick to learn.

From a young age, Freya had taken to using artificial intelligence to learn about the world, accumulating knowledge without limit. Although Eleanor had set several restrictions on the AI dedicated to her daughter, Freya was still able to gather any information deemed suitable for her age.

When Eleanor explained the workings of cultivation and the dangers she might face... of course, she was downplaying the risks, Freya was nonetheless startled by the knowledge she had never found on the internet. Eleanor told her why this information was kept secret from the ordinary population of Earth, and what its impact on weak human mortals might be if it were to spread. Freya, already aware of the Supernatural Act, was able to understand at once.

Mother and daughter spoke at length, conversing more like adults than parent and child. Ethan had initially been against telling Freya about the trial, but after watching her absorb the information calmly, he at least admitted to himself, that Eleanor had chosen the right approach.

in a chair as they talked, thinking, "At her age, I would’ve panicked for sure. Even cried to stop my

go with the last. This

any time with her daughter, Eleanor had been sleeping in Freya’s room for the past few nights. She even took her out of school for a few days so they could spend

the office in person. For the past several

responses, but thanks to having access to Eleanor’s past meetings, speeches, correspondence, and decision-making records, Nora quickly adapted to her style. Before long, she required no corrections at all. She even began suggesting courses of action whenever she

leisurely visit to the park,

Grandma..." Freya shouted excitedly, running straight into

her onto her lap and asked

lot," Freya replied, gazing

jar of cookies, placing it in Freya’s hands. Yet Freya didn’t eat immediately... she waited, knowing this was her favourite part: hearing her great-grandmother tell the history of the

"These cookies are from Manuela’s Wee Bakery in the Scottish Highlands. They began as a small artisan venture, blending Old World baking traditions with locally sourced ingredients. The bakery is housed in a quaint, fairytale-style building that could easily pass for a Disney set... timbered walls, whimsical details, and bright accents make it look like a hidden cottage in an enchanted forest. Their handmade cookies are famous: crisp at the edges, soft at the centre, rich with buttery sweetness, often enhanced with chocolate, spices, or oats. I bought

her cheek and

and said, "I need to discuss something with you. Let’s go to your study. Ethan, take

Eleanor headed upstairs to the

first. Reluctantly, Freya went to her room to bathe. Isabella Thomas, who had returned from London a few days ago, accompanied her to help with the

chair while Eleanor

"I don’t know. The letter said we don’t have to bring anything to the academy; everything will be provided. Except for the dress the academy