Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 242: Department of Mental Arts

After the class ended, Eleanor made her way to the Department of Mental Arts to enrol in the Fundamentals of Psionics course. The department occupied a separate building, a dome-shaped structure with a semi-circular silhouette.

Inside, she found the place barren, almost devoid of life. Only a single desk stood in the hall, marked with a small sign that read Reception.

She glanced around, reaching out with her senses, but felt nothing. "Hello? Anybody here? I came to register!" she called, her voice echoing through the empty chamber.

Silence answered her.

A few minutes later, when her hope had nearly worn thin and she resolved to return another time, a woman stepped through a side door. She was strikingly beautiful, walking towards the exit as though she had not even noticed Eleanor standing in the centre of the hall.

The indigo robe she wore marked her as a professor. Eleanor straightened at once and said respectfully, "Professor, I came to enrol in this department. But I couldn’t find anyone. Could you help me, please?"

The professor turned her head, seemingly startled by the interruption. Her eyes narrowed, as though she were studying Eleanor for the first time. She said nothing.

"Am I not supposed to come? The academy offered this course... then why such a cold reception?" Eleanor thought.

Steadying her mind, she spoke again, "Professor, I came to enrol in Fundamentals of Psionics. The academy has offered me this course, and I intend to take it."

This time the professor seemed to hear her clearly. "I know nothing of any cadet being permitted to join this department in their primary term," she said curtly. "The course you mention belongs to the Intermediate Term. In truth, our department is nearly closed. Wait here. I will speak with the head of department."

Without another word, she turned and walked back down the corridor she had come from. The door shut slowly behind her, leaving Eleanor alone in the silent hall.

She sighed, gazing at the closed door. "It seems the people of the Department of Mental Arts are... eccentric. I shall have to deal with them in future, but still... how is this place even functioning?"

"This reception hall was sealed off on all sides, no windows, no sign of life. The clashing neon pink walls beside acid green ones set her nerves on edge. It’s as if they designed this room to irritate or drive visitors away. Aside from the lonely desk, there was not a single piece of furniture. Is this how they treat their guests?"

Fortunately for Eleanor, her mind was among the toughest to unsettle. The oppressive colours, the emptiness, the silence... none of it shook her resolve.

While Eleanor was still lost in thought, the professor returned... this time with a radiant smile. "Girl! You carry the Mind Reaver bloodline... why didn’t you say that earlier? We have a policy: anyone who has awakened the Mind Reaver line may enter our department at any time. Come here."

She walked briskly to the reception desk and pulled a document from the drawer. Eleanor followed, noting with some amusement the professor’s complete transformation... her coldness replaced with cheer, her face practically glowing. It was a one-hundred-and-eighty-degree turn.

"Doesn’t this department have an official to handle enrolment procedures?" Eleanor asked curiously.

The professor replied lightly, "Yes, of course. But as this is only the primary term, we weren’t expecting any new cadets. The clerks are on vacation. Don’t worry... I’ll handle it. It’s super easy. By the way, I am Professor Seren Rhosyn Starglimmer, a fairy. You may call me Professor Seren. And you, girl... what’s your name?"

Finally, Eleanor could relax into a semblance of normal conversation with this whimsical fairy. "I am Eleanor Elizabeth Raynor."

explains your power." Seren’s eyes twinkled. "Tell me, who is Fiona

Do you know

states that whatever you learn in this department will remain with you. You may use our spells, you may develop them... but you may not share or teach them to anyone outside,

furrowed

yet understand. Spellcasters everywhere are notorious hoarders of knowledge. They guard their secrets jealously, sharing only scraps. That is why the ancient elemental families remain so powerful... they

to counter this... creating widely accessible spells for basic training, preserving knowledge in libraries, even making high-grade spells available for sale under legal frameworks. And yet... elementals still die with priceless knowledge locked away, taking it to their graves. That is why

this department, we share everything we possess with our cadets. Every scrap of wisdom, every spell, every secret. The only restriction is this... you must not spread our knowledge to outsiders.

read it within seconds. It was exactly as the professor had described, only expressed in

a single drop of blood on the paper and it will be sealed. This contract is authorised by Lord Yggdrasil himself, so if you

did not hesitate. She pricked her finger and let a drop of blood fall upon the parchment. At once, a suffocating pressure enveloped her, crushing her chest for the briefest moment.

into the drawer and brought out a laptop. After tapping rapidly for a few moments, she closed the device and placed it back in the drawer. Looking up, she said,

her wrist, and

[Course Selection: Primary Term]

Mandatory Course:

1. Basics of Cultivation

Introduction to Supernatural Ethics

Major Course:

of Combat (School of

Optional Course:

1. Fundamentals of Psionics

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1. Introduction to Alchemy

2. Basics of Forge

History and Paths Healing

to Formation and

5. Wilderness Survival

Botany

of the

Familiar Handling

Contact relevant departments for further inquiries. Your academic

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to

She wasn’t sure how it worked, but to her delight,

Library: For Cadet