Sylvara's Rebirth: A New Dawn for Abel novel Chapter 18

**Chapter 18: The Punishment**

The notion of punishment seemed justifiable enough, at least on the surface.

Sylvara arched an eyebrow, her expression a mix of defiance and confidence. “Thank you, Sir. I happen to possess a video that clearly shows Raclynn shoving me. Would you be so kind as to forward it to the military court?”

Raclynn erupted in protest, her voice sharp and frantic. “No way! It was utter chaos at that moment; you couldn’t have possibly activated your optical computer!”

Sylvara’s lips curled into a sly smirk. “Oh? Sir, did you catch that? And to all the parents who’ve been defending her, did you hear that too?”

The parents, who had been so quick to rally around Raelynn, felt their faces burn with embarrassment. They were aghast at the realization that they had been duped not once, but twice, by the same individual.

It seemed that tears did not always equate to innocence.

Drenvar’s expression shifted, becoming serious and resolute. “We heard everything. Rest assured, regardless of how skilled a cadet may be, we cannot overlook such misconduct.”

Raelynn’s complexion drained of color, her body quaking as she sat on the ground. “Mr. Stone, I was wrong! I swear I won’t repeat my mistake! Please, just grant me another chance!”

The thought of expulsion loomed over her like a dark cloud.

She had fought tooth and nail to earn her place at the academy, especially given her low fertility value. She believed that graduating from a prestigious institution would pave the way for a successful career.

If she were expelled, her fate would be sealed—returning home meant being sent to the breeding center, where she would be forced to bear children for countless men.

In the end, she would be bound to marry whoever fathered her child, stripped of her freedom and choice.

Sylvara’s smile was almost mocking as she replied, “Well then, thank you, Sir. I’ll take my leave now.”

“Wait! Don’t go! I was wrong, please don’t leave!” Raelynn cried out, desperation lacing her voice. “I’m begging you, just one more chance! I promise I won’t do it again!”

But Sylvara didn’t glance back. She walked away with purpose, exuding confidence and self-assuredness.

Veyric, witnessing her departure, felt a surge of gratitude and urgency. He sprinted to catch up with her; after all, she had saved him from that wrecked aircraft.

To him, she was more than just a fellow cadet—she was his savior.

“Hey, I’m Veyric Storm from the Mecha Department,” he introduced himself, breathless as he matched her pace. “What’s your name? Which department do you belong to?”

Sylvara pulled up the navigation on her optical computer while glancing at the freshman registration area. “I’m Sylvara Feywin. Honestly, I have no idea which department I’m in.”

Veyric froze in disbelief.

Seriously? Where did this girl come from? She doesn’t even know what department she’s in!

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