Sylvara's Rebirth: A New Dawn for Abel novel Chapter 116

**Chapter 116: Candy for General Kenobia**

Sylvara couldn’t shake the feeling that Blake exuded an overwhelming masculinity.

Finished.

Whether he was a flamboyant cross-dresser or a straightforward male authority figure, Sylvara was resolute in her quest to uncover his true identity.

After all, it would be a “kind” response to his blatant favoritism, which had become increasingly apparent.

When Norris was confronted with the harsh reality of his lack of intelligence, his face transformed in a whirlwind of emotions—flushing crimson one moment, paling the next. He stood there, speechless, unable to muster even a single word.

Blake, with an air of authority, raised the hand he had previously clasped behind his back. “You have eight and a half minutes. Miss thirty laps, and you all can leave the academy,” he declared, his voice steady and commanding.

Sylvara, who had just taken a step back in surprise, quickly moved forward again. Channeling her mental energy, she gave Veyric a firm shove. “Run, now! You’ve only got eight and a half minutes left!”

Veyric, startled and yelping, took off like a shot.

The rest of the students followed suit, their feet pounding against the ground in a rush of urgency.

For a fleeting moment, students from other departments paused to observe the commotion.

Just as Sylvara was about to seek out some shade, a message from Malcolm pinged on her device.

She halted in her tracks and opened the message, her brow furrowing as she read. Malcolm had written, “Sweetheart, I don’t need a tiger head anymore. Make it a lion head, one donkey, one hundred ants, four hooves, and a tiger hide.”

That Level-7 Plant Healer isn’t studying plants; he’s planning to feast on all sorts of animals, huh?

And he wants me to bring it back during training?

Is fresh meat really that much more appetizing?

Or is it the thrill of the hunt and the act of killing that adds to the excitement?

“Are you hot or thirsty?”

Just as she was lost in thought about Malcolm’s unusual request, Blake approached her and asked, his tone casual yet probing.

He stood taller than her, and she found herself tilting her head slightly to meet his gaze. “I’ve got water. Want some?” he offered, his voice smooth.

Blake’s lips curled into a charming smile. “Thanks!”

Heh.

He came over just for water.

Sylvara retrieved a cup of fruit tea from her spatial button and handed it to him, feeling a rush of satisfaction at the gesture.

Blake accepted it with ease, twisting off the cap and taking a sip. He capped it again and slid it into his storage with a casual grace. “It’s good. Thank you!”

Ah, so he knows I’m the one who streams.

He was inquiring if she was hot or thirsty, but deep down, he was likely just checking to see if she had any leftover fruit tea.

This sly, unassuming cosplay boss is not to be underestimated.

“You’re welcome. Would you like some candy?” Sylvara asked, her smile widening.

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