Sylvara's Rebirth: A New Dawn for Abel novel Chapter 150

**Chapter 150: Are You Crying?**

The conclusion of their discussion lingered in the air like a thick fog. Auren had suggested that Sylvara’s mental energy might be at a remarkable Level 8, a feat that was unheard of within the empire. At that moment, the empire lacked any Level-8 Plant Healers, leaving them with nothing but historical data to guide them through the murky waters of this new revelation.

As Sylvara examined the tiny Smokewillows resting delicately in her palm, each one no larger than a toothpick, she felt a surge of pride. “Yes, it’s called Smokewillow,” she confirmed, her voice steady. “These are from the same species as the one you unearthed near the Fifth Military Academy.”

Agares furrowed his brow, skepticism etched across his face. “But mine seems devoid of any mental energy,” he remarked, his uncertainty palpable.

Sylvara’s eyes sparkled with enthusiasm as she elaborated, “But yours possesses attack-type mental energy, while mine is imbued with healer-type energy.” She could sense the confusion radiating from him, and she knew he hadn’t asked for any of this information, yet somehow, he had gleaned the truth behind her reluctance to reveal her identity.

A smile, soft and sweet, blossomed on her face, a stark contrast to the tension in the air. “These two attack-type Smokewillows can be transformed into healer-type ones,” she explained, her voice laced with excitement.

“But it’s not instantaneous. Since you’re on the hunt for Level-6-and-up mutant beasts, my team can accompany you for a few days. By then, they’ll be fully transformed.”

Agares’ demeanor shifted abruptly, his voice turning icy as he chastised her, “That’s absurd. You are students of the military academy. This is your inaugural training.”

He continued, his tone unwavering, “It doesn’t matter if you’re a first-year or have advanced to second-year training. The battlefield is a harsh realm where trust is a luxury you cannot afford. You should never rely on anyone other than your squad. Do not follow anyone blindly.”

Sylvara was momentarily taken aback by his sudden reprimand. The strength of his words momentarily froze her smile, and she felt a surge of defiance rise within her. “You’re not just anyone,” she countered, her voice steady despite the tremor in her heart. “You are the empire’s commander. If I can’t trust you, then who can I trust?”

Agares was a man of principle, unwavering and resolute. She had offered him a chance to bend the rigid rules for her, yet he stood firm, a bastion of integrity.

Should I throw confetti and commend you for your steadfastness?

You’re as principled as they come!

Agares remained stoic, his expression as unyielding as iron. “On the battlefield, there are only enemies and yourself. Commanders do not exist in that realm,” he reiterated, his voice a low rumble. “This training is your battlefield. Trusting anyone there is a fatal mistake—including me. If I desired your demise, you would already be dead.”

Sylvara felt her shoulders slump as she lowered her gaze, her bangs casting shadows over her eyes. She clutched her shirt tightly, feeling the tremors of her body.

Men who were dead serious were often the most dangerous.

Suppressing her laughter was a challenge, but she managed to keep her composure.

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