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? | cto 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, | cto enrol in this department. But | 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 | not supposed to come? The academy offered this course... then why such a cold reception?" Eleanor

thought.

Steadying her mind, she spoke again, "Professor, | cto enrol in Fundamentals of Psionics. The academy has

offeredthis course, and | intend to take it."

This tthe 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. | will speak with the head of department.”

Without another word, she turned and walked back down the corridor she had cfrom. 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. |

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 twith 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. Chere."

She walked briskly to the reception desk and pulled a document from the drawer. Eleanor followed, noting with

samusement 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, | am Professor Seren

Rhosyn Starglimmer, a fairy. You may callProfessor Seren. And you, girl... what's your name?"

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

Elizabeth Raynor."

"Oh! You're a Raynor? That explains your power." Seren’s eyes twinkled. "Tell me, who is Fiona to you?"

"She is my grandmother. Do you know her?" Eleanor asked.

"Of course | do!" Seren beamed. "She was my student... the brightest | ever taught. A marvellous mind. | hope

you can live up to her reputation." She slid the document across the desk. "Now, read this contract. It 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, not even your family. Only professors of this department

are allowed to discuss them with you."

Eleanor’s brow furrowed in puzzlement.

Seren explained with a knowing smile, "Ah, naturally... you don’t 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 hoard thousands of years of spells, passing them only within their

bloodlines."

"The academy has tried 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 so many of their

departments are stagnant, with barely any truly effective high-grade spells."

Her voice softened, almost conspiratorial. "But we are different. In 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. Not because we are greedy... but because once others learn how our

powers work, they will devise countermeasures against us. Do you understand now?"

Eleanor nodded. "Yes, | understand." She took the document from the professor and read it within seconds. It

was exactly as the professor had described, only expressed in more legal and exacting terms.

The professor said, "Signing the contract is simple. You need only drop a single drop of blood on the paper and it

will be sealed. This contract is authorised by Lord Yggdrasil himself, so if you ever try to void it, the Lord's power

will punish your soul. Believe me... death is a far better fate than betraying this bond."

Eleanor 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. Then it vanished, replaced by a

cleansing rush, a refreshing energy that coursed through her body like cool spring water.

The professor smiled, retrieving the document. She tucked it neatly 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, "That is all. You are now officially a student of this department. Check your academy status and confirm."

Eleanor touched the device on her wrist, and a screen bloomed into view.

[Course Selection: Primary Term]

Mandatory Course:

1. Basics of Cultivation

2. Introduction to Supernatural Ethics & Law

Major Course:

1. Department of Combat (School of Mixed Martial Arts)

Optional Course:

1. Fundamentals of Psionics

Please select any one within four days:

1. Introduction to Alchemy

2. Basics of Forge

3. Cultivation History and Paths Healing Arts

4. Introduction to Formation and Arrays

5. Wilderness Survival

6. Magical Botany & Herbology

7. Music of the Spheres

8. Familiar Handling & Care

Instruction: Contact relevant departments for further inquiries. Your academic profile will now be accessible on

this screen.

Note: Library options are now available. Do you wish to enter the library? Y/N

[Tap the blue button to open or close the screen.]

Without thinking, Eleanor gave the mental command to enter the library. She wasn’t sure how it worked, but to

her delight, the command succeeded... the screen shifted.

[Virtual Library: For Cadet 10156659]

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