Sylvara's Rebirth: A New Dawn for Abel novel Chapter 46

Chapter 46 Lemon Chicken

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“Mm,” Sylvara said. “When you’re out buying honey, if you run into any unusual or rare plant seeds, have them bring them back and sell them to me.”

Saphron nodded quickly. “Yes… Of course. I’ll head out now.”

He still made sure to finish the lemonade before leaving. He bit into the two lemon slices. The sour punch hit him so hard his whole body jerked. He nearly spat them out.

Once Saphron was gone, Sylvara opened the original Sylvara’s Starnet account.

She hadn’t checked it before, and the moment she did, she almost leaped.

The entire feed was drenched in whining, crying posts, cutesy lovey notes, and endless updates about what Zephyrion gave her that day and what he’d give her tomorrow.

This foolish girl couldn’t recognize Zephyrion for what he was-a shameless jerk.

A jerk who only wanted to drag her to the breeding center to make a child.

Sylvara would stake her head on it; if they couldn’t have a kid, that scum Zephyrion wouldn’t even think of filing a marriage registration at the Marriage Registration Center.

But now, great. That jerk and Miralys were a match made in trash heaven. Even if they weren’t, she’d force the pairing.

She wiped all the tear-filled posts with one tap, unfollowed every account, and blocked every follower.

She changed her Starnet name to Sylvaracorpse, followed only His Highness Agares, and linked the account to the Imperial marriage system. Status was married.

For her avatar, Sylvara swapped it to a lemon tree.

When that was set, she went live.

The older generation always said-to win a man over, one needed to start with his stomach. A man like His Highness Agares was the Empire’s war deity.

Soldiers revered him. Civilians treated him as their protector. Everyone forgot he was a person too-he got exhausted and he got hurt. So if she wanted to win him, the traditional route was the safest.

Also, she needed to build an image of a warm, caring wife first. If His Highness Agares ever pushed for a divorce, the Marriage Registration Center would check for signs of emotional

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Chapter 46 Lemon Chicken

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breakdown. These sweet domestic clips would serve as proof the marriage wasn’t unstable.

Sylvara mentally congratulated herself and started a faceless live stream, showing only her hands while she trimmed buffalo chicken wings.

As soon as the stream went live, she showed up as a complete newcomer.

No algorithm push.

Viewers trickled in slowly.

They arrived to see Sylvara snipping chicken claws.

Comments shot across. “What’s the host doing? That’s disgusting.”

“Aren’t those chicken wings?”

Sylvara kept working, calm as ever. “Cut the body of the chicken.

“Once done, chop them however you want. If you’re in a good mood, cut them smaller. If you’re annoyed, split them down the middle. If you want more flavor, you can crack the bone at the top. But be cautious eating it-too many bone bits can get stuck.”

More comments rolled in. “Your voice is nice, but this is nasty. Even mutant beasts wouldn’t touch that. Humans shouldn’t either.”

“Are you just trying to stir drama for views?”

Sylvara finished trimming and chopping, rinsed the chicken, then glanced at the viewer count.

Oh? Not bad-twenty.

The comments weren’t friendly, though.

If they weren’t friendly, she wasn’t going to be polite.

”

She chose the rudest commenter and shot back, “Your hands wipe your butt every day, don’t they? Still see you eating with them.

“Chicken wings are full of germs, so I’m forcing you to eat filth?”

The rude viewer tried to talk back.

Sylvara was faster. She muted the whole room and said, “I can’t handle nonsense. To keep your babbling from disrupting me, I’m muting everyone.

“Anyway, I’m not cooking for you. I’m cooking for my husband. I turned on flavor-sharing. Just

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