Sylvara's Rebirth: A New Dawn for Abel novel Chapter 110

**Chapter 110: The Morning Visitor**

Auren stretched his neck, straining to catch a glimpse of what was happening beyond the confines of the room.

Agares, poised with the lid of a box suspended in the air, broke the silence. “Chief Dawn, do you have any other updates to share?”

Suddenly alert, Auren straightened himself. “No, Commander, there’s nothing else to report.”

Yet, despite his words, he lingered, feigning ignorance, as if hoping for something more to emerge from this tense encounter.

Agares, engrossed in his task, didn’t even glance up. “Would you like to copy the penal code by hand as well?”

The thought was utterly unappealing.

Inside Auren’s mind, he vehemently dismissed the idea three times over. “Commander Vaclor, I’ll take my leave now.”

With that, he stepped back twice, preparing to exit. Just as he turned away, a sudden click caught his attention. The lunchbox had sprung open, releasing a tantalizing aroma of fried meat that wafted through the air, enveloping him. His foot paused mid-stride, an internal battle raging within him.

Then, as if summoned by some unseen force, Agares called out from behind, “Chief Dawn.”

Auren’s heart leaped at the sound. He spun around, eagerness flooding his features. “Yes, Commander Vaelor!”

Agares tapped the table with an air of authority. “Where’s the note that was supposed to be in the lunchbox?”

Auren’s mind went blank, confusion clouding his thoughts.

What note?

Panic began to set in as he grappled with the unexpected question.

The following morning, Sylvara was lost in a deep slumber when a series of urgent knocks jolted her awake, pulling her from dreams into the harsh light of reality.

She glanced at her optical computer, its screen glaring back at her. Malcolm hadn’t sent her any messages. But Veyric had bombarded her with a cascade of texts, imploring her to come downstairs and open the door. He was waiting outside, no doubt impatient.

With a sigh, knowing it was Veyric, Sylvara yanked the blanket over her head, seeking refuge in sleep once more.

The knocking persisted for a while before finally ceasing.

Just as she began to relax, sinking back into the mattress like a pancake, an unexpected sound echoed from the balcony glass.

Startled, she yelped and threw off the blanket, sitting upright in an instant. Ruffling her hair into a disheveled mess, she leaped out of bed and whipped back the curtain. There was Veyric, pressed against the balcony glass, a wide grin plastered across his face.

She swung open the balcony door, irritation bubbling up. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack at this ungodly hour?”

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