Classic Novel
Chapter 35 Admission
Chapter 35 Admission
Sylvia's POV:
Rufus and I stood together at the gate of the Royal Military School. I felt like I was dreaming. I discretely pinched my arm, trying to make sure it was real. It hurt a lot, so this wasn't a dream at all.
I stole a quick glance at Rufus, who was calmly talking to a subordinate of his. I was still at a disbelief. I never thought going to this royal school would ever be a possibility for me. Not even when I had Rufus by my side. After all, he was still famous for his coldness and indifference. Even though he was my mate and had come to my rescue many times, I understood that our relationship was really nothing more than a mutual understanding that we needed each other.
"What are you waiting for? Let's go."
Once his subordinate took off, Rufus reached one hand out to me and patted the top of my head with the other. I came to my senses and followed him, my heart filled with indescribable joy.
The Royal Military School had been around for nearly a thousand years. It could be seen in its architecture that looked even more ancient than some buildings in the imperial palace. Although it looked less luxurious, it definitely looked more sacred. At the center of the school grounds, there was a huge statue of a man holding a machine gun.
"Cornelius Duncan, the creator of the empire," Rufus explained, seeing that I was looking at the statue.
The craftsmanship of the statue was nothing I had ever seen before. It was made of pure stone, but the carvings were so detailed that the skin and clothes of the statue looked soft and almost life-like. Of course, the fact that it had been well -preserved for over hundreds of years was a testament to its quality and sturdiness.
"Is he your ancestor?" I blurted out my thoughts without thinking. I immediately thought my question was stupid the moment I heard it come out of my mouth. Obviously, they bore the same last name.
"Of course," replied Rufus. I could feel his gaze burning into my skin. Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.
Embarrassed by my foolishness, I averted my eyes and quickly walked ahead. "Well, hurry up or we'll be late."
Eventually, Rufus and I finally arrived at the general office. A lot of werewolves were inside today. Most of them were students who had probably just finished the enrollment process and waited aside. It seemed that I had not come too early.
As usual, Rufus because the focus of the crowd right when he entered. Naturally, I got some attention too walking beside him. Many of the werewolves stared at me with curiosity in their eyes. Soon enough, I realized that a number of them were also the students I had encountered at the school gate before, including the she-wolves who attacked me. As soon as they saw me, they lowered their heads and whispered to each other. I overheard some insulting things about me.
"Prince Rufus." The dean saw Rufus and wiped the sweat off of his forehead. He seemed afraid of Rufus actually.
"I would like her enrolled in this school please," said Rufus straight to the point. He grabbed my wrist and raised it.
With wide eyes, the dean looked at me in surprise. "But Prince Rufus..."
He looked as if he was in a dangerous dilemma. Carefully, he turned to Rufus and said, "This lady has no record of qualifications online. She needs relevant certificates to be granted admission."
Rufus didn't say anything yet. I looked up at him, anxiously toying with his cuff link.
"Isn't a recommendation from me alone enough to qualify her?" Rufus' voice was flat and indifferent, which made the dean tremble with fear.
"No, sir. Of course it's enough. Since she has the recommendation of Prince Rufus himself, I suppose she must be very excellent and deserving of it. Well then, I shall go through the enrollment process for her right this moment." The dean smiled forcibly. He turned to his computer and typed away with trembling fingers.
Just as he was about to finish with my enrollment, a gloomy voice sounded in the room. "Rufus, is that you? Why didn't you tell me in advance that you would pay a visit here?"
It was Prince Richard. He was neatly dressed in his military uniform, his long hair combed to perfection. With that creepy gentle smile on his face, he walked as the crowd parted for him.
Damn it. Now that Richard was here, I had a feeling my enrollment wasn't going to be as smooth as I had hoped. My heart sank.