Sylvara's Rebirth: A New Dawn for Abel novel Chapter 1

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**The Third Signature by Mark Twain**

**Chapter 1: The Commander’s Childless Fate**

“Regrettably, Your Highness Agares, your fertility value stands at an unequivocal zero.”

Agares Vaclor’s heart sank at the words, a heavy weight settling in his chest. “Is there truly nothing—nothing at all—that modern technology can do to remedy this?” His voice was steady, but there was an undercurrent of desperation threading through his tone.

The doctor shifted uncomfortably, beads of sweat forming on his brow. “I’m afraid not, Your Highness. A fertility value of zero means that even advanced artificial methods are futile. The prospect of you having a biological child is, I’m sorry to say, nonexistent.”

With a resigned sigh, Agares donned his pristine white gloves, his posture remaining as rigid and unyielding as a towering pine tree. The dark green of his military trousers accentuated his muscular legs, and his sharp facial features, coupled with eyes as dark as the deepest night, projected an aura of cold detachment that made him seem almost unapproachable.

“I understand,” he replied, his voice devoid of emotion.

The doctor’s anxiety was palpable as he watched Agares turn to leave. “Your Highness, the Empire mandates that a fertility value of zero be made public. Should I proceed with the announcement?”

Agares paused for just a moment, the sound of his boots echoing in the sterile room. “Follow the Empire’s rules,” he commanded, his tone final.

“Understood,” the doctor responded, his voice quivering slightly as he nodded.

Half an hour later, the breeding center released the official notice: Prince Agares’ fertility value was a disheartening zero.

The news spread like wildfire across the Empire’s Starnet, igniting conversations and gossip among the citizens. In an instant, the idolized figure of Agares—every young girl’s fantasy, the valiant commander and protector of the Empire—was reduced to a mere statistic of infertility.

“I refuse to marry him! His fertility value is zero! If I marry him, I’ll never have children of my own!” Miralys Mordrel, the eldest daughter of the noble Mordrel family, exclaimed, her voice rising in panic as she paced the opulent room. Her cheeks flushed with emotion as she grappled with the implications of the news.

Her mother, Seraphine Mordrel, wore a troubled expression. This was a disaster in the making. The Empire had not seen a naturally born child in two centuries, and the weight of that reality hung heavily over them.

As members of an ancient noble lineage, the Mordrels had been commanded by the Emperor himself to arrange Miralys’ marriage to Agares. The Emperor had even summoned Agares back from the front lines for this very purpose. But now, with the revelation of his fertility value being zero, all hope for a future seemed to vanish like mist in the morning sun.

“Mom,” Miralys implored, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “My fertility value is twenty. If I can find a match with a value between twenty and thirty, I could conceive naturally and have a real child.”