Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 220: All hail Lord Yggdrasil!

After breakfast, all the cadets assembled in the plaza before the academy building. They wore their full uniforms with green robes draped over them. The plaza was paved with exquisitely patterned tiles, the design resembling beautiful runes etched in stone. Guided by sergeants, the cadets formed the same three lines as earlier, facing a five-storey building of red brick. A broad staircase rose before them, leading directly to the first floor. At its top was a wide platform, like a grand ceremonial entrance to the academy building.

From within the academy building, the principal emerged. Clad in a golden robe, he stepped onto the platform with measured pace. He was a tall man, well over six feet, broad of frame despite his age. A long white beard covered most of his face, and equally long white hair fell to his shoulders, lending him an almost ethereal countenance. Yet his presence was anything but gentle... an invisible weight pressed against the soul of everyone present, even from several metres below.

More than thirty professors, healers, and staff followed him, taking their place behind. They wore robes of indigo, teal, and white respectively. Though their presence paled beside that of the principal, Eleanor could sense they too possessed formidable strength.

The moment the principal appeared, the sergeants gave him a military salute. Among the cadets, some mirrored the gesture, others did not. The guidebook had made the custom clear... when encountering the principal, cadets were to continue their current task if one was assigned; otherwise they were to stand respectfully until he passed. Only when summoned directly were they to salute. The divided reaction reflected this rule.

The principal took no notice of it. His gaze swept across the rows of cadets before he spoke, his voice deep and commanding.

"I am Professor Aurelius Halveth Draconis, your principal. Once again, the time has come for a new generation of cadets to begin their primary term." He smiled faintly as he continued, "Ascendance Academy of Midgard has stood for more than a thousand years. Since its founding, it has witnessed the rise of countless young ascendants."

The cadets listened in silence, as though entranced.

"I will not burden you with a long speech," he went on. "Instead, I shall welcome you to the academy. May these two months of training, learning, and adaptation forge you into ascendants who will bring honour to this Academy."

A roar of applause burst from the plaza, the cadets cheering with thunderous voices. Professor Aurelius raised his arms, and at once the noise ceased.

"As primary-term cadets," he declared, "you begin your path within these walls. But remember... study here is not only cultivation, not only strength, techniques, or artefacts. True strength is not merely power... it is the will that arises from the heart. That is what makes one ascendant greater than the rest."

He raised his voice, resonant and clear. "Though the paths of cultivation diverge, all roads lead to Lord Yggdrasil. The sacred gift granted to you on the day of your birth, by the Great World Tree of Positivity, shall one day usher in prosperity. It is for this purpose that Ascendance Academy of Midgard was founded."

His tone softened slightly, though it lost none of its gravity. "So... fail, if you must. Make mistakes. Feel helpless. These are parts of learning. But I promise you this... three months from now, when you walk out of these doors, you will not be the same. You will leave as a stronger, better version of yourselves."

Then, Professor Aurelius raised his right hand and pointed his index finger towards the sky. One by one, the professors behind him did the same. The healers, officials, and sergeants followed, each arm lifting until the entire assembly mirrored the gesture.

Aurelius thundered. "All hail Lord

plaza shaking as

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of the academy building, for their initiation ceremony. According to the guidebook, this was to be the first competition between cadets... a trial designed to rank them early. Professors from the various departments would evaluate performance and extend invitations to those they deemed worthy. A cadet might be chosen by several departments, or none at all; ultimately, the choice of

points granted to the top ten performers. Yet the guidebook had warned that each year the

to the front of the hall. His voice rang out, sharp and authoritative, "Each cadet will select a capsule. Enter

following the sergeant’s words. On its surface was a round red button. She pressed it, and a holographic display

enter the space capsule," intoned a mechanical voice as the lid hissed open, revealing the interior. The inside was soft, padded, and shaped to cradle the body, with a semi-circular hollow prepared

descended gently, enclosing her head entirely. The blackness was absolute... until, without warning, a blaze

a sky that glowed red instead of blue. The air was unnervingly still... no rustle of leaves, no birdsong, only silence pressing down. The ground beneath her boots was hard and rocky. She glanced down... her academy uniform remained intact, as

dimension... or another world altogether," she thought. "The trees block my sight... perfect ground for an ambush. I’d better prepare

balance, then struck at the air

group of monsters has captured the Midgard stronghold here and turned it into their frontier. You and your companions have been teleported into this forest with the mission of

screen appeared

[Status]

Objective: Kill the Troll King and

Objective: Eliminate

Team Members: 1

Points: 0

hide the status

vanished instantly. Alone in the red-sky forest, she closed her eyes and extended her spiritual sense. Relief washed over her... her power was functioning normally here. Yet

caught it... the sound of running

it closer. After nearly ten minutes, she could hear it with her ordinary senses. But just as she advanced, she froze, every nerve on

of combat... shouts, shrieks, and the clash of struggle. Cautiously, she veered towards it, slipping from bush to bush, keeping