Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 230

Chapter 230: Course Selection

The first class with Professor Sylpha had been so absorbing, so heavy with knowledge and presence, that most cadets hadn’t even noticed the hours slipping past. It was only when she left that the spell broke, and the lecture theatre filled with the shuffle of movement, the scrape of chairs, the murmur of voices ready to spill out into the corridors.

But just as they were about to exit, a melodic voice crackled from the beautiful speaker embedded above the stage.

"Cadets, you have now been assigned your Major and Optional Courses. Each of you must complete two Mandatory Courses... Basics of Cultivation and Introduction to Supernatural Ethics & Law. You must also choose one Major Course, based on your elemental affinity, and two Optional Courses of your choice in order to pass the term. Please press the blue button on your personal device for further instructions."

A ripple of curiosity swept through the hall. Eleanor, who had risen with the others, sank back into her seat and tapped the blue button on her wrist device. A translucent screen unfurled before her eyes.

[Course Selection: Primary Term]

Mandatory Courses:

1. Basics of Cultivation

2. Introduction to Supernatural Ethics & Law

Major Course: Contact the Department of Combat to choose your discipline.

Optional Courses: Select any two within five days:

1. Introduction to Alchemy

2. Basics of Forge

3. Cultivation History and Paths

4. Healing Arts

5. Introduction to Formation and Arrays

6. Wilderness Survival

7. Fundamentals of Psionics

8. Magical Botany & Herbology

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blue button to

through her nose. As expected, no alchemy... no forging. "Nora," she asked in her mind, "what

voice answered at once, calm and analytical. "Master, this was predictable. Without fire-related ability, alchemy and forging are closed to you. But notice... Fundamentals of Psionics has been offered. The academy clearly recognised your bloodline. They must be expecting you to take it, and

later, from books. Introduction to Formation and Arrays suits me... I will excel at the calculations. But Wilderness Survival is critical for you. Your Trial in Vanaheim will not

lips tightening in thought. The hum of voices around her

thought for a moment, then said in her mind, "We don’t have any more mandatory classes today. Let’s head to the Department of Combat and select my major.

Nora agreed smoothly in her

in her eyes. "Eleanor, which optional courses did you pick?" Her seat

confirmed yet," Eleanor replied. "But I’m leaning toward Fundamentals of Psionics and

her head, puzzled. "Psionics? I’ve never

not usually offered to first-terms. You’ll see it

of the conversation. Ophelia spoke first. "Ma’am, if you’re taking Wilderness Survival, I’ll join that class too. My major is under

a brow. "Combat is available as an optional

One of

properly. Honestly, I like their system. They’re not just teaching us... they’re preparing us for the real threats ahead.

Wilderness Survival, Eleanor? I was thinking

unknown. We all know our trial will be in Vanaheim, but not what we’ll face there. No complete guides. No help on that spot. I’d rather be prepared for every disaster than hope for comfort. That’s why I

you love familiars, take that class. It’ll be useful after your trial, when you go to Molgrath to stabilize your core...

from the doorway. Jaciara greeted them politely, then turned to Maira. "Young Miss, we need to visit the Water School. Your mother gave strict instructions that we meet a professor there

You’re right. We should go there first." She

on.

dome of the Water School, the other toward the simple building of the Combat

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academy’s other buildings... red bricks, tall windows, and a sign bearing the name of the

patterns. Just proper

reception hall. The air smelled faintly of oil, leather, and steel. Sunlight slanted across polished floors where a few cadets moved with a mix of nerves and excitement. At the far end of the hall sat a white-robed official behind a desk marked with a neat wooden sign: Reception. A cluster of students shuffled before

the desk. "Good morning, Miss. We came to

smile... polite, professional, but not unkind. "Welcome, cadets. Do you have preferred weapons, or would you like to know more

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