Sylvara's Rebirth: A New Dawn for Abel novel Chapter 71

**Chapter 71: That’s All**

Drenvar felt a twitch at the corner of his mouth, an involuntary reaction to the realization that he had miscalculated. Why had he chosen to start with Issac? It was a decision that now felt like a blunder, a misstep he would rather forget. As the Education Chief at the Fifth Military Academy for many years, he had encountered countless freshmen, yet none had the gift of gab quite like Issac.

And what was Issac babbling about? It was all a jumble of nonsense, a torrent of words that seemed to swirl around without purpose. With a firm resolve, Drenvar stepped forward, interrupting the incessant chatter. “Mr. Wright, your advice is indeed commendable. However, I must kindly ask you to take your seat. Next, let’s hear from our esteemed Strategy Department Chief, Shannon Johnston.”

Issac halted abruptly, his excitement palpable as he protested, “Mr. Stone, I’m not finished yet!”

Drenvar maintained a polite smile, though he felt a twinge of irritation. “Yes, you are, Mr. Wright. Ms. Johnston, the stage is yours.”

With that, Shannon rose gracefully, making her way to the center of the room, ready to begin her introduction.

Meanwhile, Issac sulked back to his seat, casting a resentful glare at Drenvar. His eyes darted towards Sylvara and Veyric, who were slouched in their chairs, caps pulled low over their faces, clearly disinterested. The sight stung Drenvar; their boredom was a reflection of his own leadership.

Shannon’s speech unfolded in a standard manner, lasting a tidy fifteen minutes, precise and to the point.

Then came the chiefs from Mecha, Manufacturing, and Healing, each managing to keep their presentations under twenty minutes.

When it was Sylvara’s turn, Drenvar called her name twice, his voice echoing through the auditorium.

She jolted awake, clearly disoriented, and nudged Veyric, whose head was bobbing dangerously close to his chest. “Finally! It’s over. Wake up! We can go to sleep now,” she whispered, a hint of mischief in her tone.

Veyric blinked, a small drool escaping as he stood up. “Oh, thank goodness. Let’s go. I just dreamed you gave me food. It was amazing! Where’d you buy it? We need to get some!”

Their exchange drew the attention of every eye in the room.

It was the first time anyone had witnessed freshmen dozing off during the ceremony.

Miralys and Valia, seated in the crowd, were fuming. They had been roasting under the relentless sun for hours, and here were Sylvara and Veyric, casually snoozing in their cushy chairs.

Drenvar felt the weight of his responsibilities crashing down upon him like a tidal wave. Clearing his throat, he raised his voice to regain control. “Please welcome Agriculture Department Chief, Sylvara Feywin, to deliver her speech!”

Speech?

Sylvara and Veyric froze mid-step, their eyes wide open now, the fog of sleep dissipating quickly.

They exchanged an awkward glance, a silent acknowledgment of their blunder.

Then, as they always did, they embraced the moment.

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