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 I sensed earlier, it’s still here. It’s woven into your clothes as well. I cannot relate it to any force I 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? I 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 I leave this room?"

explanation. Look at

it as unimportant. Now, she lowered her gaze. The number

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

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 time by academy systems. The distinction is this... unlike storage

guide into one pocket and placed the three bottles carefully into

silently, "can you sense

you placed each item. But there is no sense of ownership here. In your storage ring I can always

"The ring is bound to me. The robe is

a while you will not need a bath immediately. The only time you must change your

through the door as it

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,"

and went straight

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

smile and set the three bottles beside her ring. "I need these three

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

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

Sherrington for my potion. She has already contacted him and arranged the ingredients