Sylvara's Rebirth: A New Dawn for Abel novel Chapter 149

### Chapter 149: I Won’t Help You

Sylvara found herself at a loss for words, her mind racing in a whirlwind of thoughts.

Finished.

In essence, he believes that his wife’s culinary skills are a natural gift, while my talent for growing things stems from mere knowledge and experience.

Is that meant to be a source of comfort?

To hell with it.

He’s truly a double-standard jerk.

Absurd as he was, there was an undeniable charm about him that made it difficult to remain annoyed.

Agares, noticing her contemplative silence, rose from his seat with a polite gesture. “Excuse me for a moment,” he said, his tone respectful yet firm.

Sylvara merely hummed in acknowledgment, waving him off as she watched him stride away.

For reasons she couldn’t quite grasp, a swell of pride filled her chest. No one could ever surpass her skills.

Half an hour later, Carlos returned from his expedition, having tracked down mutant beasts of Level-6 and above.

As he approached, he observed his teammates lounging about, rubbing their stomachs in satisfaction, smacking their lips, and picking at their teeth with evident glee. He sidled over, curiosity piqued. “You guys are full?” he inquired, raising an eyebrow.

“Nope,” Leiya replied with a loud burp, her expression one of mild discomfort. “Ms. Feywin ran out of seasonings. Without those, the roast just isn’t appetizing enough for us to eat.”

Carlos wrinkled his nose in response. The aroma of the meat wafted through the air, tantalizing and mouth-watering.

Just then, Veyric dashed over, his excitement palpable. “Colonel Kael, I’ve got two pieces left. Want some?”

Carlos didn’t hesitate. He snatched a golden, crispy piece of serpent meat and popped it into his mouth, savoring the explosion of flavor that followed.

His eyes widened in delight, but as he swallowed, a wave of frustration washed over him. He turned to Leiya, grabbing her by the throat with a mix of playful anger and genuine distress. “Why didn’t you save me any?! Don’t you care about me at all?”

Veyric, witnessing the scene unfold, replied with a smirk, “Colonel Kael, you chose not to eat earlier. I asked you before you left, and you said you had liquid supplements and nutrient packs.”

“Men need to take responsibility for what they say,” he continued, his tone mocking yet serious. “You can’t just choke someone because you’re feeling irresponsible.”

Carlos, still gripping Leiya’s neck, felt a wave of regret wash over him. Tears threatened to spill from his eyes as he longed to turn back the clock three hours and slap himself for being so foolish and stubborn.

At that moment, Agares stepped forward, exuding an air of authority that demanded respect. “Form up. Clean the area. Then head west for thirty miles and keep hunting those Level-6-and-up mutant beasts,” he commanded, his voice steady and unwavering.

At the sound of their commander’s orders, the deputy generals, who had been lounging with their full bellies, sprang into action. They began cleaning up the site, washing the grill, scrubbing the trays, and putting away the seasonings with renewed vigor.

Veyric, still feeling a bit anxious, hunched down and tiptoed over to Sylvara. “Sylvie, they’re about to leave. What do we do now?”

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