Sylvara's Rebirth: A New Dawn for Abel novel Chapter 79

**Chapter 79: The Mask Always Slips**

Mavena’s heart raced as she caught sight of the Chief badge hurtling toward her. Instinctively, she recoiled, a wave of anxiety washing over her. The memory of her palm, still raw and bloodied from that very badge, flashed before her eyes. She was poised to leap aside, to escape the impending confrontation, but something held her in place.

“You earned that Chief position. Why should she get it?” Issac’s voice cut through the air like a knife, his tone dripping with entitlement. In a swift motion, he reached out and snatched the badge from the air, positioning himself protectively in front of his two eager admirers, the little fanboy and fangirl duo who gazed up at him with wide-eyed admiration. With a flourish, he claimed the moment, reveling in the attention. “One man does the deed, one man takes the blame. I’m Issac. I’m the one who hit you. So if you’ve got a problem, bring it to me. And if you think I’m not a big enough deal, feel free to go talk to my father—Ozark, Councilor of the Assembly.”

Ozark? Councilor of the Assembly? The weight of those words hung in the air, heavy and suffocating.

Mavena froze, her body betraying her instincts. She had been ready to argue, to push back, perhaps even to fight, but now her mind raced with the implications of confronting someone with such powerful connections. Her family hailed from a modest planet in the Sixth Sector—not destitute, but certainly not among the elite. They were banking on her success in military training, hoping she would rise through the ranks and secure a better future for them, perhaps on a Fifth Sector planet or higher.

But to challenge the son of a councilor? That would be akin to cutting off her own future, a reckless gamble she could not afford to take.

Issac was no common miscreant—he was not some lowly nobody with no ambition, no mental acuity, and H-grade physical prowess, who had wormed his way into her position. No, he was a force to be reckoned with, someone she absolutely could not afford to provoke.

Meanwhile, Drenvar stood off to the side, his frustration bubbling beneath the surface, wishing he could simply slam his head against a wall in exasperation. Issac had transferred in from the First Military Academy, a place so prestigious that the Fifth Military Academy had deemed him unworthy. But with Ozark’s influence, the tides had turned, and now, in the shadow of the elite First Military Academy, the Fifth had become his new playground.

His mediocre grades had somehow transformed into top-of-the-class accolades upon his arrival at the Fifth. And now, here he was, flaunting his title as Combat Department Chief. But this Chief? He was a chatterbox, a troublemaker, and barely hours into orientation, he was already playing the role of a gallant hero, as if he were in some grandiose drama, rushing in to “save the damsel.”

As the attention shifted away from Mavena, and with Issac brandishing the “my dad’s a councilor” card, Sylvara seized the opportunity to make her exit. “Mr. Stone, this student can have the Agriculture Department Chief position. We’ll be going now.” She grabbed Veyric by the arm and began to pull him away, but not before turning back with an enthusiastic smile, her fist raised like a true fangirl. “Mr. Wright, do your best, okay? I believe in you! You’re amazing!”

Veyric quickly caught on to Sylvara’s strategy. “Mr. Wright, the way you stand up to evil forces is truly inspiring. Go get ’em!”

Issac practically glowed with pride, looking as if he might lift off the ground, buoyed by their compliments.

While he reveled in the adoration, Sylvara and Veyric slipped away into the throng of students, their diminutive statures allowing them to vanish in an instant.

They ran until they reached a deserted corridor, far removed from the chaos of the orientation. Breathless, they bent over, hands on their knees, struggling to catch their breath.

Just then, two bottles of water appeared before them, held out by a familiar figure. Sylvara looked up to see Aslan, whose striking features seemed almost ethereal, a smile playing on his lips. “So, sweetheart, how did it feel to be Chief? Thrilling?”

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