Sylvara's Rebirth: A New Dawn for Abel novel Chapter 50

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If genetic breakdown could really be cured, there was a decent chance they could even have healthy, naturally conceived babies again—soft, squishy little babies, born without genetic breakdown, with more stable mental energy. They would be the symbol of a family’s continuation, proof that the bloodline could go on. Who wouldn’t want that? Who wouldn’t like

that?

“We’re doing this for the Empire.” Ozark also rose to his feet and slid a hardcopy document across the table toward Agares. “Please, Your Highness, sign this tri-party agreement so we can submit an application to the mainframe to look up the identity of the Level-7 Plant Healer.”

Agares lowered his gaze to the paper in front of him. The Elder Council’s seal was already there. The Assembly’s approval was already there. Only his signature remained—the one that would represent His Majesty’s side of the tri-party agreement.

To query a top-secret, heavily protected account in the mainframe, all three parties had to sign before they could request access to the highest-classified hidden profile.

Agares’s fingers paused mid-tap on the tabletop. His dark eyes swept over the two elders again. “Tell me, this Level-7 Plant Healer has managed to exist in the Empire all these years, completely hidden from you. If you push her too hard and actually piss her off-how many rounds do you think you can last in her hands?”

Anry blurted out without thinking, “Isn’t that what Your Highness is for? And the Imperial Army? His Majesty’s royal guard?

“With all that behind you, you’re telling me you still can’t subdue a single Level-7 Plant Healer?”

Agares’s cold brows lifted a fraction. “Subdue? Elder Anry, you’re in such a hurry you’re starting to show your teeth. That’s … not very elegant.”

In other words, your greed is showing.

Anry’s entire body jolted. She instantly regretted it.

How could she have said “subdue” out loud?

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Ozark, playing his usual role of professional pot-stirrer and fake peacemaker, spoke up quickly. “Your Highness, Elder Anry is acting for the good of the Empire. Her wording may not have been… fully polished.

“But you should understand her. As an elder of the Elder Council, she, like you, sees the people of the Troya Empire as her own family and has dedicated herself to protecting them.

“That’s why, now that the Empire finally has hope-finally has such a gem-finding the Level-7

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Plant Healer has become an urgent priority, so she can bring blessings to the people of the Empire.”

Agares rose to his feet. He picked up the three hardcopy agreements off the table, his voice unhurried. “Look at this. Not only are you trying to incite me into breaking imperial law, but you’re also trying to drag my Hunting Legion, His Majesty, and His Majesty’s royal guard into committing crimes with you.”

“I’ll be sure to pass along your thoughts to His Majesty. And I’ll pass them on to the people as well. We’ll see whether the citizens would rather see the Level-7 Plant Healer imprisoned- forced to exclusively treat genetic breakdown for you ‘noble’ aristocrats-or whether they’d prefer that she move freely throughout the Empire, planting healing-type plants wherever she goes, so every citizen has the hope of curing genetic breakdown. I still have matters to attend to. I’ll take my leave.”

With that, he turned and walked away.

Anry didn’t dare physically stop him, but the daily bone-crushing agony of her genetic breakdown drove her to call after his back. “Your Highness, this is what truly violates imperial law-to leave the Empire’s hope and treasure wandering around without protection. That is the crime.”

Agares’s stride slowed by half a step. His dark gaze cut back, locking onto Anry’s eyes. Her whole body tensed; cold sweat instantly soaked her back.

He said, calmly, “Even if your genes are repaired, neither of you is capable of bearing a naturally conceived child. And today, the two of you attempted to incite me to commit a crime. I will be filing charges with the Supreme Prosecution Office. I suggest you both conduct yourselves appropriately from now on.”

“What does he mean by that? Just because his fertility value is 0, he’s jealous of anyone who still has a chance? He doesn’t want anyone else to repair their genes and have naturally conceived children, is that it? I’m his elder. I’m his uncle. We share blood. How dare he treat me like this?”

Anry collapsed back into her chair, sucking in a deep breath before she could even speak.

“Ozark, why are you shouting at me? You’ve got the guts to yell. Go yell at Agares. His ‘uncle’? A relative so distant you could measure it in light-years-and you think he actually sees you as family?

“You’ve got a whiff of royal blood, and you dare strut around calling yourself royalty, trying to latch onto Agares to boost your status. Tricking the commoners with that line might work. But in here? It’s shameless. Absolutely shameless.”

Ozark had just been publicly smacked down by Agares; his anger hadn’t gone anywhere. He went straight for Anry’s sorest spot. “Elder Anry, that daily bone-shattering pain doesn’t feel great, does it? And the fact that your family doesn’t even have a proper heir yet-that feels even

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