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Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince novel Chapter 35

Read Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince - Chapter 35: Admission

Read Chapter 35: Admission with many climactic and unique details. The series Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince is one of the top-selling novels by Internet. Chapter content Chapter 35: Admission - The heroine seems to fall into the abyss of despair, heartache, and empty-handed. But unexpectedly, a big event occurred. So what was that event? Read Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 35: Admission for more details.

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.

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.

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