Sylvara's Rebirth: A New Dawn for Abel novel Chapter 175

Chapter 175 A Little Lie

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Sylvara grinned, flashing her teeth. The lie came easy. “My mentor gave them to me. If you don’t want them, give them back.”

Veyric, the trash compactor, clutched the grapes tight.

Once something ended up in his hands, it was as good as gone.

He stuffed them into his jacket and backed up fast, putting space between them before she could reach. “You gave them to me. That means they’re mine.”

He’d never seen fruit like this before. The smell alone was enough to make his mouth water. No way in hell was he giving them up.

Sylvara’s lips curved. Her gaze flicked toward her bargain-bin husband’s men. “You boys want some?”

They’d already noticed the grapes she’d tossed to Veyric-long, smooth, and clustered like the rare fruit Agares had once brought back from Kolar.

Those Kolar fruits had been carefully cultivated, used for experiments on people whose mental energy or genes had broken down.

None of these men had unstable mental energy or breaking genes. These men had seen them in labs before, maybe even caught a whiff of the scent. But none had ever tasted one.

“No takers?” Sylvara teased when no one spoke. She reached into her spatial button again and pulled out another glistening bunch, each grape shaped like a slender finger.

That did it. “Hell yeah, we’ll eat!” they shouted in unison.

They surged toward her like a wave crashing ashore.

She only had six bunches left from the thirty she’d brought. She pulled them all out and said, “Here. They’re all yours. Split them up.”

The deputy commanders of the Hunting Legion didn’t waste a second.

Quick as thieves, they snatched the fruit the moment it hit their hands.

The senior cadets and instructors from the Fifth Military Academy who had been knocked out licked their lips, the sweet scent of fruit still thick in the air.

One of them had the nerve to ask, “Got any more? Mind sharing with us?”

Sylvara arched a brow. “I don’t recall corpses having the need for food.”

“You’re Sylvara!” Zephyrion groaned as he clutched his stomach and stumbled toward her.

Sylvara’s lips curved in a cold smirk. She spun and punched him straight in the jaw, sending him sprawling across the dirt. She stared down at him and said, “You know she’s not tougher than me.”

His jaw cracked out of place. He lay face-first on the ground, drool spilling out as he tried and failed to

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Sylvara lifted her foot and kicked him, launching him against a tree. He hit the trunk hard, clinging to a branch as more drool slid from his mouth. Sylvara tilted her head, her voice sharp. “I told you to stop hitting on every girl you meet. You didn’t listen, so now you’ll find out what burning feels like.”

The fire on the ground surged upward.

Flames rushed through the dry branches and climbed the tree Zephyrion clung to.

The green leaves curled and blackened, turning to ash in seconds.

Zephyrion screamed, begging for help, but no one moved.

No one dared to..

First, they were already “dead” in the simulation. Moving would break the rules.

Second, Zephyrion had been warned once already and still went up to her again. He earned that beating, and very much so.

Third, the small but vicious girl standing there could control fire, withstand lightning, and had gone head- to-head with Agares. Who in their right mind would step in?

Fourth, no one knew what her exact rank was in the Hunting Legion. She was still standing right there. Rushing to help him now would just get them killed.

Sylvara watched the fire rise higher, then dusted off her hands and turned toward her bargain-bin husband’s men still chewing on grapes. “Keep heading west. And don’t forget our glorious dream.”

They didn’t dare question her.

The Hunting Legion’s deputy commanders swallowed hard and shouted together, “Yes, ma’am! We’ll never forget our dream!”

High above them, Jonathan flew his combat jet through the thick forest air. Through the smoke and flashes of fire, he pressed his comms. “Attention, all units. Who just engaged with His Highness Agares? Report immediately.”

The injured veterans and instructors who had pulled Zephyrion out of the blaze exchanged uneasy looks. Since the question came from command, answering shouldn’t break protocol.

And now that the terrifying girl was gone, one instructor turned on his comm and replied, “Command, this is the Fifth Military Academy team. It was our senior students and instructors who engaged His Highness.”

Jonathan kept one hand steady on the flight controls and pressed his earpiece tighter. His tone stayed calm but firm. “Which one of you made His Highness summon lightning?”

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