Sylvara's Rebirth: A New Dawn for Abel novel Chapter 112

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**The Third Signature by Mark Twain**
**Chapter 112: Back-door Access**

Sylvara gracefully placed a pancake alongside a steaming cup of fruit tea in front of Veyric, her fingers deftly navigating the controls of her optical computer as she switched to the payment page. “Thank you for your business. That’ll be 500 stellar coins,” she announced with a professional smile, though her heart raced slightly at the thought of the hefty transaction.

Veyric’s reaction was immediate and exaggerated. He stiffened, his voice rising in disbelief. “Five hundred stellar coins?!”

Sylvara arched an eyebrow, casting him a sidelong glance that was both teasing and challenging. “Too much for you?” she asked, a smirk dancing on her lips, reveling in the playful banter.

Veyric, ever the opportunist, quickly scanned his own device, a grin spreading across his face like a child who had just discovered a hidden treasure. “No, no! I’m actually purchasing a yearly plan. I’ll pay 500 every day for 365 days. That totals up to 182,500 a year. In fact, I’ll give you 200,000 stellar coins right now! Pleasure doing business!” His excitement was palpable, and Sylvara felt a twinge of regret for the bold price she had set.

Suddenly, she realized she had shot herself in the foot, and it stung more than she anticipated. As Veyric’s payment hit her account, he eagerly snatched the pancake, his eyes gleaming with triumph.

Sylvara instinctively withdrew her hand, a warning glint in her eyes. “You can buy a yearly plan all you want, but remember, it still depends on my mood. If you dare to climb through my window to wake me again, I’ll toss you out,” she cautioned, her tone light yet serious.

Veyric, with a mouth full of pancake, managed to mumble something indecipherable, but the warning had been issued, and she felt a small victory in having set her boundaries.

As she packed two pancakes and two cups of fruit tea for the robot delivery destined for Malcolm, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment. The mechanical assistant whirred to life and zoomed off, leaving her to check the time. Realizing she still had some moments to spare, she whipped up ten more pancakes and ten additional cups of tea, her movements efficient and practiced.

Keeping one pancake and two teas for herself, she packed the rest into a lunchbox, but Veyric’s eager hand reached out, his eyes sparkling with hope. “I’ll buy another set,” he offered, his voice full of enthusiasm.

Sylvara snapped the lid shut with a decisive click. “Sorry, but these are for my husband. You can get lost,” she replied, the teasing lilt in her voice unmistakable.

Veyric’s frustration bubbled over. “So what if you have a husband?!” he retorted, his indignation clear.

Sylvara couldn’t help but smirk, her delight in his jealousy evident. “Having a husband is a big deal. What’s it to you? Jealous, perhaps? If that’s the case, go find yourself a husband to make me jealous!” she shot back, her tone playful yet pointed.

“Wha—” Veyric stammered, momentarily taken aback.

“Do you want to eat the next meal or not?” she interjected, her words striking right at the core of his pride.

Veyric’s fiery spirit seemed to deflate at her words, and he sulked, picking at his fingers in defeat. “I want to eat next time. Fine. Having a husband is a big deal, okay?!” he relented, his tone begrudgingly accepting.

“Now that’s better,” Sylvara snorted smugly, scribbling a quick note and slipping it into the lunchbox with a flourish.

With the box in hand, she stepped outside, sending it through the transfer gate with a sense of satisfaction before walking alongside Veyric toward the main field.

The expansive field was designed to accommodate nearly 100,000 people, but today, it was filled solely with the freshmen from each department, a sea of eager faces and nervous energy.

Each department had its designated area, and as the students began to line up, Veyric waved goodbye to Sylvara and jogged to the far back of the Mecha Department.