Sylvara's Rebirth: A New Dawn for Abel novel Chapter 153

Chapter 153 Anomaly

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“Your Highness Agares, can I come with you?” Sylvara had clearly already heard him, yet her eyes still sparkled like they were dusted with starlight as she stared eagerly at Agares and asked.

“Fine, but only for three to five days,” Agares said in a strictly businesslike tone. “Or less.”

“No problem. In three to five days, this Smokewillow will turn into a tree full of plant-healer- type mental energy. I can give it to you, Your Highness Agares, then.” Sylvara tightened her grip around the little Smokewillow in her hand, smiling so hard her brows curved like crescent

moons.

Over by the basins, Veyric was bent over with his butt in the air, cleaning pots while getting drenched like a soaked chicken, when his optical computer suddenly chimed.

He wiped the water off his hands onto his combat suit, tapped to open it, and his face instantly flashed through a dazzling range of colors.

With a swish, he bolted toward Sylvara, didn’t even have time to greet his idol, grabbed her by the wrist, and dragged her away from him.

With his back to his idol, Veyric pulled up the message on his optical computer and lowered his voice, sneakier than a thief. “Sylvie, there’s an anomaly in this round of military training. The anomaly’s only around for three to five days. As long as we kill the anomaly, we win.”

“You think that message from the Strategy Department-when they say ‘anomaly’… could they be talking about the Commander and his subordinates?”

When the big lug’s brain actually boots up, it’s kind of impressive.

Sylvara kind of wanted to give him a like.

Then, she raised her own optical computer, tapped to check, and let out a small “huh?” “Why didn’t I get this message?”

The moment Veyric heard that, he instantly put some distance between them, horror written all over his face. Pointing a shaking finger at her, he stammered, “Y-you … Sylvie … don’t tell me you’re the anomaly they’re talking about? If I take you out, I can get General Kenobia’s recommendation to join the Hunting Legion right after graduation?”

As for Veyric and his wild fantasies-

Sylvara took two steps forward and smacked him on the head. “Veyric, did you eat so much meat you’re stuffed stupid? You don’t even have the most basic thinking skills anymore, you?”

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The slap wiped the horror off Veyric’s face and replaced it with wounded grievance. He muttered back, “How am I not thinking? I got the intel, you didn’t. If you’re not the anomaly, then am I the anomaly?”

The message clearly said the anomaly would exist for three to five days.

Naturally, Sylvara thought of Blake Kenobia.

This was exactly the kind of guy who would sic utterly ruthless bandits on Agares in the name of “training.”

Turning it around and treating Agares as the anomaly this time wasn’t impossible at all.

As for why they hadn’t sent the message to her—

They were probably trying to test her strength by throwing her to the wolves-new recruits, seniors, and officers all hunting her together.=

Blake had probably calculated a thousand different scenarios, but he hadn’t accounted for one thing: she had Veyric at her side.

Once she’d worked through that, Sylvara cleared her throat, flipped the whole thing around, and started stringing Veyric along. “I’m the anomaly? Use your brain properly. Think back to what His Highness’s men said while we were eating barbecue.

“Especially what that adjutant from the Second Military Academy said-about there being ‘turncoats’ during their year’s military training.

“Do you know what ‘turncoats’ means? It means they split people into small groups, the Strategy Department records their optical computer numbers, then secretly sends messages to certain people, telling them to switch sides.

“And you still dare say I’m the anomaly? If you ask me, you’re the one who looks like the turncoat. What, did you move your grand dream of taking down the Commander and slap it on me instead?”

Veyric stopped even pretending to scratch his head and frantically waved his hands. “No, no, I was just talking nonsense. You’re still my favorite, Sylvie. My grand and glorious goal is not changing.

“And you know perfectly well that compared to the Commander, you’re at best a tiny shrimp. The Commander is a Level-10 mutant beast in human form-you’re not even on the same scale. He’s worth something. You’re not.”

Thoroughly and personally insulted, Sylvara let out a cold little laugh. “Veyric, you’re done. Next meal, I’m not taking you.”

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