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

of

Handling &

inquiries. Your academic profile will now be accessible

the blue button to open or

no alchemy... no forging. "Nora," she asked in her

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

and Arrays suits me... I will excel at the calculations. But Wilderness

in thought. The hum of voices around

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. There are no textbooks given for

decision," Nora agreed smoothly in her

which optional courses did you pick?"

"But I’m

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

tone even. "It’s not usually offered to first-terms. You’ll see it later

could ask more, Kiara and Ophelia came up behind them, catching the tail of the conversation. Ophelia spoke first. "Ma’am, if you’re taking Wilderness

a brow. "Combat is available

"Yes. One of the

Combat’s my major. No elemental affinity means the academy expects me to learn it properly. Honestly, I like their system. They’re not just teaching us... they’re preparing us for the real threats ahead. I’m heading to the

go together. But why Wilderness Survival,

voice remained firm. "Survival is for the 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

sway you. Choose what calls to you. If you love familiars, take that class. It’ll be useful after your

turned to Maira. "Young Miss, we need to visit the Water School. Your mother gave strict instructions that we meet

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

"Go on. We’ll see each other

one headed toward the large dome of the

***

stood not far from the main academy building, a compact three-story building like others in the academy. Its design mirrored the academy’s other buildings... red bricks, tall windows, and a sign bearing the name of the institution. At the entrance, a plain iron sign declared its purpose in bold letters: Department

exquisite patterns. Just proper functional

into a wide 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.

Miss. We came

practiced smile... polite, professional, but not unkind. "Welcome, cadets. Do

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