Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby novel Chapter 290

Chapter 290: Aftereffects of the Potion

After a long pause, with Nora remaining silent, Eleanor finally sighed. "Whatever! I’ll just have to deal with it. My firepower’s stronger now... that’s still a win."

"I think I should give you a rundown of your new abilities," Nora said. "Your other powers tied to the Thunderbolt bloodline have also strengthened. Storm Heart can now be activated for a short burst of amplified power. Voltaic Strikes can be maintained continuously, and they now grant armour penetration which will be useful against earth elementals or heavily armoured foes."

She paused briefly before continuing, "Overdrive now provides an additional fifty percent boost when using lightning abilities. Lightning Touch has become more potent... it can function as a high-voltage cutting tool. Lightning Projectile can be overcharged into a slower but larger blast with a wide impact area. And lastly, you’ve unlocked a new ability: Call Lightning. You can summon a natural lightning bolt from the sky to strike a single target. If you’ve marked someone with Electroreception, the bolt will hit them regardless of how they move or dodge. It could serve as your perfect ambush or surprise attack."

As Nora spoke, Eleanor scanned the descriptions on the screen, reading each with growing interest. When Nora finished, Eleanor said, "It’s good to have more cards to play. I just need to train until I can use them properly. Everyone keeps telling me that having two bloodlines means nothing if I can’t master either one."

"That’s true," Nora agreed. "But I believe it won’t take long... perhaps a few months... for you to master your lightning abilities. You’ve just had too many responsibilities at the academy to focus solely on them. Still, your progress in the Lightning Seed Room, combined with your current growth, far surpasses most cadets. You can perfect your control, just like you did with your Mind Arts... perhaps even beyond the academy walls."

"I think so too," Eleanor said thoughtfully. "Skills can be perfected in the secular world. But there’s no way to deepen my elemental attunement outside. My only regret is not being able to touch the Thunder Seed and gain a Lightning Body. I should push harder in the next few days before leaving for Vanaheim."

Just then, the door opened, and a Naga girl entered wearing a white robe. "You’re awake—good. I thought you might take longer," she said as she crossed the room and placed a fresh robe on the bed.

Eleanor gave a polite bow. "Thank you for taking care of me."

The attendant smiled faintly. "No worries, I’m only doing my job. You should change into this robe first. I’ll send someone to check your vitals shortly. Please lock the door while you change."

Eleanor nodded her thanks as the attendant gathered the empty plates and left. Once the door clicked shut, Eleanor locked it and began to undress. When she removed her outer robe, she realised its condition was worse than she had thought... the fabric scorched and brittle in several places. Only the academy uniform beneath had spared her from exposure. She sighed and set the robe aside before taking off her boots and socks.

The socks were in even worse shape, the soles singed through. She peeled off the rest of her uniform, then her trousers and undergarments.

Standing completely bare, she turned to face the large mirror on the wall. The reflection staring back at her was a testament to perfect physical conditioning. Her shoulders were broad yet elegant, shaped with the clean lines of defined deltoids tapering into sculpted arms. Every movement revealed the sleek contour of her biceps and the long, lean strength of her triceps... power tempered by control.

Her torso was a study in flawless balance and proportion. Her breasts were full and naturally shaped, their gentle weight upheld by the firm foundation of her pectoral muscles and the broad, powerful frame of her upper back. Below them, her midsection tapered into a taut, athletic waist, where the subtle ridges of her abdominal muscles lay visible beneath smooth, pale white skin... not bulky, but long, fluid lines that flexed with every breath.

The narrow waist flowed seamlessly into strong, shapely hips and a rear that was round and firm, sculpted by years of relentless training. It was the foundation of her explosive lower-body strength, the mark of a warrior who had mastered her own physical power. Her legs were her most commanding feature... long and elegantly built, yet brimming with strength. The sweeping curves of her thighs and the firm definition of her hamstrings flowed into sleek, honed calves, their lines a perfect harmony of grace and might.

From the quiet confidence in her stance to the refined musculature shaping her frame, she was the embodiment of controlled power... a union of fierce femininity and the tempered strength of a natural-born fighter.

Eleanor examined herself from several angles, noting the faint black marks left by her burned clothes. She took a tissue from the box on the table and wiped them away until her skin was once again clean and unmarred.

Satisfied, she began dressing. Fortunately, the attendant had brought new undergarments and socks along with the uniform and robe. With a silent note of gratitude, Eleanor dressed piece by piece, her movements measured and efficient.

Just as she slipped her robe over her uniform, there came a knock at the door. "One moment, please," she called, quickly folding her torn robe and uniform. She tucked her damaged undergarments and socks neatly inside to conceal them, then set the bundle in the corner of the bed.

She quickly added, "Oh, and one more thing... Professor Sherrington asked me to tell you that if you need to see him, you can visit the Department of Arcane Herbalism and Potioncraft. Also, about the food... it usually has to be purchased with academy points, but the professor has already paid for yours. He didn’t mention it, but I thought you should know. Umm... if you don’t have any further questions, you may leave whenever you’re ready."

"Thank you for your care," Eleanor said warmly. She picked up her folded uniform, slipped it into her robe’s pocket dimension, and walked out of the room.

The attendant sat down in the chair by the bed and began typing notes into the bedside terminal.

Eleanor made her way straight to the School of Mixed Martial Arts to find Instructor Arrichion. She was scheduled to challenge the Tower of Legends that day, but given her current physical state, she needed to postpone it.

As expected, she found Arrichion in his dimly lit office, the room steeped in its usual air of discipline and silence. After she explained her situation, they agreed to delay the challenge by two days. The instructor voiced no objection but firmly advised her to spend the following day training to adapt to her new physical strength and abilities.

Leaving the office, Eleanor’s stomach reminded her of its emptiness. She decided to visit the dining hall before heading back to her room.

Everything was just as the official of the Bloodline Institute had said. After she informed the dining hall staff of her condition and cadet number, she was asked to wait ten minutes. Soon after, a meal was brought out... a massive roasted turkey infused with fragrant herbs, even larger than the one she had devoured at the Bloodline Institute.

Once she had eaten to her satisfaction, Eleanor returned her damaged robe to the dormitory laundry office and finally went back to her room. After a long, soothing bath, she felt her fatigue ebb away. She barely remembered lying down before sleep claimed her the instant her head touched the pillow.