Transmigrated as the Cuck.... WTF!!!

Lucian's laughter slowly faded into a thoughtful hum, his arm tightening slightly around Isolde's shoulders.

Mia said nothing, still nursing whatever silent judgment she held over me. Her expression was calm, but her foot tapping subtly under the table spoke volumes. She wasn't used to this version of "family warmth," and frankly, neither was I.

The silence settled again like a gentle mist until Lucian cleared his throat, the sound drawing our attention like a bell. He leaned forward slightly, his tone calm yet firm.

"Now, about the main topic. A month from now, the academy entrance examination will begin."

I gave a simple nod in response, but a flicker of tension passed through me. I was more than aware that I wasn't ready.

Isolde picked up from there, her voice as elegant and composed as ever. "And I assume you've yet to learn how to fully control your abilities or harness your skills." She shifted her gaze to Mia. "That goes for you as well, dear."

Her words struck right at the center of the issue—because she was completely right. I could activate my abilities, yes, but controlling them? Actually applying them with finesse? That was a different story.

'So, I'll finally get some actual training... good.'

Lucian chuckled heartily, a grin playing at his lips. "Don't worry too much. You both have a month to prepare. Learn to control your mana, refine your skills, maybe even awaken some hidden potential." He nudged his wife with an elbow. "And Isolde here will be your instructor."

I blinked at that. "You?"

Isolde raised an elegant brow. "Why do you sound so surprised?"